Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2020 15:44:47 +0000
From: John The Artist <johntheartist@hotmail.com>
Subject: C'est La Vie! 16

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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 15, I described how I celebrated my
30th birthday with a trip to San Francisco, and hired a stunning gay
escort, Brad, for the night an how, after some amazing sex together, we did
a 3-way with a boy who was cruising the motel balconies.

C'est La Vie!: 1988, Birthday-4, Performing

	I woke around 8:30 the next morning, and made my way to the
bathroom, took a piss, and showered again. I wrapped a towel around my
waist and came back into the room ten minutes later. Brad was awake now,
and smiled at me sleepily. "Mornin', John," he said smiling. "I think I
could use a shower too," and he got up, and walked to the
bathroom. Watching his muscled back, his slim hips, firm buns, and thick
thighs, my cock stirred under my towel.

	While he was in the shower, I went to the window and looked through
the sheer curtains to see what, if anything, was happening. Surprisingly,
there were three men walking the balconies, obviously looking for some
morning action. One guy looked interesting: dressed in a Levi jacket with
the sleeves cut off over a bare chest, and with a buzz cut, he leaned
against the railing of the second-floor patio.

	Brad came back into the room, his hair damp, naked, his thick cock
swinging between his legs and he moved to where I was standing. He put his
arms around me and we kissed. "Now that was a much better good morning," he
said, smiling, his hands on my hips, and my cock quickly hardening. His
looked a little longer and thicker than before, and began to arch out from
his balls a bit, half hard. "What's going on?" he asked.

	"It looks like there are still a few guys cruising the balconies,"
I said.

	"You want another three-way?" he asked.

	"No, I want you all to myself before you have to go," I answered,
kissing him and putting my hands on his firm chest.

	"Sure," he said, softly. Then, with a sly look in his eye: "You
ever like to make it while other guys are watching?"

	"Sure," I said. "Sometimes that's really hot. I like to leave my
door open at the baths while I fuck someone. And last year, one of my old
friends had a birthday party where he asked us all to bring dates and we
took turns performing for the other couples, then had a big orgy. That was
really hot."

	"How would you like to leave the curtains open a little, a couple
of inches, and let one of these guys watch while we make love?" Brad asked.

	"Hmmmm, sounds hot," I said. He stepped up to the window and moved
the curtains aside a couple of inches so that one person could have a full
view of the bed, and then he turned around and lay on his back on the bed,
his legs spread, his erection full and standing up at a sharp angle to his
belly, and gestured for me to come over.

	I went to the bed, and lay down on top of him, our hard cocks
grinding together and our hands eagerly roaming over each other as we dove
into a long, wet kiss once again, my pelvis involuntarily thrusting into
his. His smooth, warm, hard body felt just as fresh and fantastic as it had
last night. He hooked his meaty thighs over my legs. We lay there, kissing
and caressing for three to four minutes, and then he murmured, "We got an
audience."

	I turned to look at the window and looking intently at the show in
front of him was the guy I had seen before. He was wearing tight Levis, and
his muscular, hairy chest was visible under the opening of his Levi
jacket. He had muscular arms, and tattoos on his shoulders. He looked to be
in his mid-40s, and had just a bit of a belly. Masculine and mature.

	I went back to making love with Brad, and pushed myself up on my
arms so our voyeur could see our cocks working against each other, and
Brad's hot chest and abs. He put his hands up against my chest and massaged
as we dry-fucked. He pulled me back down into another kiss, then rolled me
over, and climbed up so that his cock was resting on my chest. I put my
hands on it, and he thrust it back and forth slowly. I turned to look at
the man in the window, and he was frantically squeezing his crotch. He
wanted to take his cock out, but couldn't in so public a place.

	Brad smiled at him and asked me "Why don't we ask him in to watch
from one of the chairs. At least he'll be able to relieve himself."

	"Why not?" I said.

	Brad got off the bed, and went to open the door, pushing his cock
down and letting it snap back up and bounce on his abdomen a couple of
times as he walked. He opened the door and said "Ya wanna come in and
watch?"

	In reply, the man came in the room, and Brad gestured to a chair
for him to sit. He then closed the curtains completely. When he was done,
he moved over to the dresser at the foot of the bed, and leaned his hips
against it, legs spread, his hands on the dresser pushing his shoulders up,
and making all the muscles in his torso stand out. His legs were bent, his
thighs flexed. I knew that he had practiced this pose for the benefit of
his clients. He did look like sex personified, and his cock was pointing
straight at the ceiling.

	"Come show our friend how you work that magic with your mouth," he
said to me, as our guest took off his Levi jacket and dropped it on the
floor. He slouched in the chair and kneaded the bulge in his jeans, staring
unblinking at Brad.

	I moved over to Brad and kissed him, then ran my hands down his
torso with all its hills and valleys sharply defined. I slowly sank to my
knees and took his big cock in my hand, licking up from his balls and
around the head, kissing it, and then licking down again.

	Our guest struggled with his belt buckle, and unzipped his pants as
I slowly took Brad's cock into my mouth, moving up and down slowly on him
as he moaned appreciatively. I guessed his vocalizing was as much for the
benefit of our voyeur as for our own. Our guest stood briefly and pushed
his pants to the floor. His cock, average size and thickness, stood out
strongly against the elastic of the jock he was wearing.

	I continued to suck Brad, him guiding my head back and forth
gently, and me stroking my own cock as I sucked. He gently pushed his cock
in and out of my mouth, and I put my hands on his thick muscular thighs to
feel them working as he face-fucked me. Our guest pulled his cock out of
his jock and shoved his jock to the floor on his jeans. He sat in the
chair, one hand stroking his hard-on, which the other worked on his
nipples, or massaged his balls.

	After working on Brad's cock for six or seven minutes, he pulled me
back up into a kiss, and said "Work my ass baby. Get me ready for that
beautiful cock of yours," and he turned around and spread his legs, his
hands resting on the dresser. He arched his back, his shoulder muscles
bulging, and his ass pushed up at me. I got back down on the floor and
pulled his cheeks apart and started working his ass with my tongue, licking
around and pushing the tip of my tongue into his hole. He tasted clean and
soapy from his shower, and his hole was pink and hairless.

	"Oh, yeah, man, that's so fuckin' hot," moaned the guy in the
chair. I alternated licking Brad's hole and sticking a finger in as he
moaned louder and louder, grunting, "Oh yeah, baby."

	This scene was getting very hot for our friend in the chair, and he
pumped his fist furiously on his cock as he watched us. I worked Brad's ass
for perhaps six or seven minutes, and then he stood up, turned around and
pulled me into a deep kiss.

	"Of fuck, man," our guest gasped, and watching us kiss, shot a big
load of cum onto his hairy chest, moaning loudly, closing his eyes, rolling
his head back, jerking his pelvis up to meet his hand as the cum spurted
out. We continued kissing, as he finished off, then pulled a bandana out of
his jeans and wiped his chest off. We were still kissing and caressing,
stroking each other's cocks as he pulled his jock on, pulled up his jeans
and zipped up, picked up his jacket and let himself out saying "That was
superhot, guys. Perfect way to start the day. Take it easy." We nodded
good-by as he turned to leave.

	"Lie on the bed and let me ride you, John," Brad said, and I moved
over to the bed and lay down, my throbbing cock seeking release. He opened
a condom and put it in his mouth, then went down on me, slowly rolling the
condom down on my hard cock with his lips and teeth. He finished the job
with his hands, then lubed me up and straddled me, positioning my cock at
his hole. As he settled down on it, he leaned over and kissed me deeply.

	God, it felt good in his tight warm ass! He started slowly moving
up and down on my cock, my hands on his thighs and then on his chest,
working his nipples, his head back, a dreamy look on his face. He rode me
slowly for about five minutes, and then he worked his legs up so that his
feet were flat on the bed on either side of my hips. He took my hands in
his, and used them to push himself up and down on my erection. After doing
that for another five minutes or so, he pulled me up into a kiss, then
pulled me as he lay back, spreading his legs and allowing me to work my
legs around so that he was now on his back and I had all the leverage of my
legs to fuck him to the finish.

	He pulled me into a deep kiss and held me there while if fucked
him, pushing his hips up at me as I pushed deep into his sweet recesses. We
were gasping, moaning loudly, kissing like we wanted to eat each other,
sweat glistening on flexed chest and abs, working to our mutual climax. We
could both feel the end coming.

	"Slow down and savor it," he said, and I did as I was told, feeling
each inch of my cock slowly move in and out of his ass as he clenched his
sphincter around me, massaging my cock skillfully with his ass muscles,
working his tongue into the depths of my throat. The climax built slowly,
and was explosive when it came. He started shooting all over his chest, and
the contractions of his sphincter as he shot his load pushed me over and I
started throbbing into the condom in his ass. "Oh, God, baby, oh GodÉ"
he whispered. My own cumming was so intense that I was left speechless, and
after a minute or so of it tapering off, I met his mouth again in a deep,
satisfying kiss, enjoying our intimacy as we wound down.

	Finally, I rolled off of him, and grabbed the towel off the floor
to wipe the cum off our chests, then snuggled with him in the bed, not
exactly dozing off, but just being quiet and intimate. "Geez, that was
beautiful," I said.

	"For me, too," he said, and I knew he meant it.

      Just as we were enjoying this time together, we heard the thumping of
the headboard on the other side of the wall. I realized that they, too,
must have heard us last night when we were double-fucking Stevie. "Listen
to that," I said. "We're not the only ones having some morning fun!"

	And then from the other side of the wall, accompanying the
thumping, "Fuck me man. Harder. Pound it. Ohhhhh, yeahhhh, baby, fuck me
harder," and now even louder, "oh yeah, harderÉ" as the thumping picked
up speed, "all the way in baby, that big cock feels sooooo goooooodÉ"
and then a sudden stop to the thumping and "shoot your big load in me baby,
you're making me feel soooo fine."  After that, a little shuffling and all
was quiet.

	"Well, Brad," I said, "they may be having a good time, but I had an
even better time. I'm really glad your doctor cancelled on you, so we could
meet."

	"I had a great time too, John," he said. "I don't want to take your
money."

	"No fair," I said, "a deal's a deal. Anyway, I wanted to know if
you can come over again for the night on my birthday, next Thursday."

	"It's a deal," he said, "but no charge. I almost feel I should be
paying you."

	"Well, if you insist," I said, "but, surely, I can treat you to
dinner, OK?"

	"Great," he said. "See you here at eight?" He was finishing getting
dressed, and gathering his things to go. I got his fee out of my wallet and
put it on the dresser for him. He picked it up and stuffed it in his
pocket.

	"I can't wait," I replied, and saw him to the door, giving him a
final kiss as he opened the door to leave.

	I went to the bathroom, showered, and got dressed to go out and get
some breakfast. As I left the room, the door of the adjacent room opened,
and out came a slim, short, elegant man in his 60s, with a somewhat swishy,
but very well built black guy in his 20s, probably about 6'4" tall, broad
shouldered and muscular. He waved bye-bye to the older man and went
flouncing off down the balcony to the stairs.

	I turned to the older gent and said, "That was quite a session we
heard a while ago."

	His face colored a little and he looked sheepish. "I guess I got
kinda carried away," he said, "but that boy was so hot I couldn't help
myself, I guess. I ran into him at a bar last night. Turned out he's an
escort, and I didn't mind the cost, so we ended up back here around two. He
fucked me three times, but I guess the last one got a little out of
control. I'm sorry if it disturbed you."

	"Don't worry about it," I said. "We had a head-board banging
three-way with a kid last night, and I worried that we were disturbing you,
but I guess you weren't in your room yet. After that, we fell asleep, and
if you did anything, we were dead to the world. Hope you had a great time."

	"I did. It's not often you find a ten-inch cock attached to a hot
guy who will go home with a, well, man of a certain age. At this point in
my life, I don't mind in the least paying to get what I want."

	I waved good bye to him, and headed across the street to my
favorite breakfast place, musing about next Thursday with Brad, whether I,
too, would use more escorts when I got older, and thinking about all the
things that could happen in the week ahead.