Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2020 22:11:15 +0000
From: John The Artist <johntheartist@hotmail.com>
Subject: C'est La Vie! 21

This is the fictional memoir of a gay man, told in the first person. Some
of the stories in this series are based on actual experiences, usually
embellished a lot, as well as completely fictional ones. They depict sex
between consenting adult males. If this offends you, do not read
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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 20, I described how I was on a trip
to San Francisco, staying at my favorite cruisy motel and picked up a trio
of young guys at a bar for a 4-way, and invited one of them, Eric, to spend
the night with me, and how, after a hot encounter, we decided to check out
the cruising on the motel balconies and invited a hot man in his late 40s
in for a three-way.

C'est La Vie!: 1990, Graduation Party

	It was 1990, and I had been living in my loft in Philly for a bunch
of years, working hard at my art, which was going pretty well. Starting in
1988, I had been teaching part time at one of the local art schools, partly
to keep my income a bit more regular, but mostly because I enjoyed it and
the young people I taught, some of whom were very talented.

	Of course, being an art school, there were lots of gay
boys--probably more than at a regular college--and I had a lot of fun
looking, but even though the school did not yet have a rule against
faculty-student relationships, I had a hands-off policy myself.

	Shortly after graduation in 1990, I was hanging out at one of
Philly's gay bars with a couple of friends one Friday, and in walked a boy,
Joey, who had been in my senior thesis seminar. He was a fun kid, very
talented and sharp, and I had secretly lusted after him, but kept my
feelings to myself. He was about five feet eight or nine, slim but nicely
muscled, with a handsome face and dark, curly hair. Thinking back on him
now, I realized that in a lot of ways he resembled the porn star, Brent
Everett, with a little gap between his two front teeth. He had a wonderful
dimple in his left cheek when he smiled. He was with four of his friends,
his classmates. I had always suspected that he was gay--and I knew that his
friends were--nand thought I had caught him checking me out a couple of
times.

	"Hey, John," he said, "I didn't expect to see you here!"

	"Why not, Joey?" I replied, smiling.

	"Well, you know, the kind of bar it is," he responded.

	"Didn't you know I'm gay?" I asked.

	"Not really, no," he answered.

	"Well, now you do," I said.

	"It's great to run into you here," he said. We chatted a couple of
minutes and I introduced him around. "I'm having a little party to
celebrate our graduation tomorrow around nine. I'd love it if you could
come."

	"Sure, I have nothing planned. Call me and leave your address on my
voicemail," I said, handing him my card.

	"Great," he said, beaming, "we'll have a great time," and he moved
off with his friends to get some drinks.

	On Saturday, I picked up a couple of bottles of prosecco to take to
the party, and showered and douched my ass, just in case. Always prepared,
I slipped some condoms, packets of lube and a bottle of poppers into my
pocket. The guys at the party were no longer students, so my rule was off
now.

	I showed up at Joey's around 9:30, just as he was getting a
delivery of pizzas. He welcomed me with a big smile, and introduced me to
his friends, Dale, Greg, Brian and Pierre. I shook hands all around. Greg
and Pierre had been in my classes so I knew them already, and I knew about
Dale and Brian from my colleagues. They had all been among the best
students in the class.

	We demolished three pizzas, and both bottles of bubbly, and were
all feeling nice and mellow. The talk centered around their school
experiences, and they had a lot of questions for me about my life as an
artist. After clearing away the plates and boxes, Joey brought out beers
for all of us and we went into his living room. Greg and I sat on the sofa,
with Joey in between, Brian took the one easy chair and the other two sat
on the floor.

	"Look what I brought, guys!" said Greg, pulling a video out of a
bag he had brought with him.

	"Hey cool!" exclaimed Pierre, grabbing it and looking at the
picture on the cover. It was a porn video, actually one that was among my
current favorites.

	"Yeah," I said, "I've seen it and it's really hot."

	The video started with a hot muscular guy showering and playing
with his erection under the shower. He dries himself off, and gets dressed
for work as a construction worker. He kisses his sleeping boyfriend
goodbye, and leaves their apartment. As soon has he leaves, his boyfriend
"wakes" up and calls a friend to tell him he's left. Cut to the boyfriend
letting his friend in then a hot scene of them having sex. Cut briefly to
the guy arriving at the building site, where his boss tells him that there
is an issue that will delay the work for a day, and sends him home. He
heads home where he finds his boyfriend fucking his buddy. Pissed off, he
leaves, and goes out walking the streets of San Francisco, trying to figure
out what to do. He is picked up by a couple of hot guys in a car, and they
go to their apartment for a very hot three-way. When he is done, he goes
home, makes up with his boyfriend and they make love, ending with him
fucking his boyfriend in about every position imaginable and then shooting
his load into his open mouth.

	"Let's watch," said Pierre, and Joey got up to put it in the tape
player and turn on the TV.

	Greg said to Pierre, "Why don't you sit here?" sitting back in the
deep sofa and spreading his legs, and patting the cushion between
them. Pierre sat down and leaned back, with Greg's arm around him, a hand
resting on his thigh. Brian did the same thing with Dale, who sat in front
of him on his chair. Joey moved a little closer to me to give the other
guys more room, and sat with his leg just touching mine.

	As the video got underway, the watchers started commenting on the
guy showering, and what they would do with him if they could. As the video
moved into the scene of the boyfriend and his buddy having sex, the boys
got quieter, and started to rub their crotches through their jeans. As the
video progressed, Greg started to caress Pierre's chest and hands, and
started to kiss his neck and nibble on his ears. You could see Pierre's
erection making a hard ridge sideways in his lap, hear him sighing in
response to Greg. In the other chair, Brian was following suit with
Dale. Joey's leg pushed against mine a little more, but I didn't respond
yet.

	As the video progressed, Greg unbuckled Pierre's belt, unbuttoned
and unzipped his jeans, and slipped his hand in to feel his hard
cock. Pierre turned his head to kiss Greg, and slipped one of his hands
behind him to feel Greg's erection. In the chair, Brian had pulled off
Dale's shirt and was caressing his chest and belly, as he worked his cock
through his jeans. Joey let one of his hands drop to my thigh, and I put a
hand over it and squeezed to let him know I was game.

	As the video progressed to the scene of the three-way, what I think
is the hottest scene, the other boys had progressed to getting all their
shirts off, and Pierre's and Dale's pants were pushed down to their thighs
while their partners gave them hand jobs. All of Joey's friends had the
nice tight bodies that many 22-year-olds have, slim, with almost no fat,
and Pierre, who obviously worked out had a stunning body, beautifully
tanned from spending time at the beach since graduation, with a light
Speedo stripe in the middle. Dale had a huge, uncut cock and a superb set
of balls.

      I had my arm around Joey, and had been making out with him while we
watched, and we had been feeling each other up through our jeans, but other
than that, were still fully clothed.

	Pierre got up, and pulled his pants up. "Let's go into the
bedroom," he said to Greg, who grinned and followed him. A couple of
minutes later, Dale and Brian followed them, leaving me and Joey still
watching.

	When they were gone, Joey turned to me and said "Ever since I
started art school, I've dreamed of making love with you, John. Will you?"

	I said "Joey, I've thought about the same thing with you. I think
you're really hot, and I've really had a lot of pleasure watching you grow
as an artist and getting to know you that way. But I have a rule about
fooling around with students."

	"I'm not a student anymore," Joey said, smiling a devilish smile.

	"No, you're not," I said, taking him in my arms and kissing him.

	We then started to feverishly undress each other, kissing,
caressing and nibbling each other's necks, nipples, chests and bellies as
we went along. Joey had a prefect body, one of those natural bodies that
some guys have: well-muscled but not bulked up, a great set of pecs, nice
erect nipples, a tight set of abs, strong arms, a lovely treasure-trail
disappearing into his jeans.

	"Stand up," I said, and he stood in front of me. I pulled him to me
and kissed his chest and worked his nipples, one after the other, as I
unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans down around his
meaty thighs, which were lightly covered with silky black hair. His cock
lay side-ways in a pair of tight white bikini briefs, big, and very
thick. Again, in retrospect, I was reminded of Brent Everett's fabulous
cock.

	I nibbled his cock through the cloth, while my hands ran over his
hard abs and chest, then hooked my fingers into the elastic waist-band and
pulled his briefs down. His cock sprang out and snapped up, bouncing off
his belly until it pointed straight up at the ceiling. He was cut, curving
up, and probably about seven-and-a-half inches but very thick: as beautiful
as I had imagined when I jerked off thinking about him.

	I kissed the tip, and slowly took him into my mouth, savoring his
hardness, soft skin, feeling his cock throbbing slightly, slowly moving
down all the way to his pubes. He sighed happily and I looked up at him to
see his smiling face looking down at me. As I sucked, he gently moved his
hips back and forth, lightly face-fucking me. I caressed his balls, felt
his ass, moved my fingers around his rose-bud, and every couple of minutes
stopped briefly so that we could kiss.

	Finally, he pulled me off and said "I'm getting real close, John."

	"Do you want to shoot in my mouth?" I whispered.

	"Yes," he said, "but not now. I want you to fuck me until I shoot."

	I smiled. "OK" I said.

	He got out of his pants and then knelt in front of me, and repeated
what I had done to him, caressing my chest and stomach as he unzipped me,
mouthed my hard cock through my briefs, pulled off my pants and briefs and
started giving me an amazing blow-job. I was moaning loudly, and hearing
moans and gasps from the bedroom where it sounded like the four boys were
doing the same thing.

	After sucking me and edging me five or six times over about ten
minutes, Joey rose and, kneeling on either side of my thighs, took my head
between his hands and kissed me passionately, as he settled down into my
lap, my cock pushing up just behind his ass-crack, his cock pushing against
my belly.

	"I want to ride you John," he said.

	"OK," I said, "but I gotta wear a condom."

	"No problem," he said, smiling. He got off my lap, and opened a
drawer on the coffee table. It in were a lot of condoms, a bottle of lube,
and a couple of bottles of poppers, plus several different cock-rings. He
took out a studded cock ring and knelt down to snap it tightly around my
cock and balls. He got another one and did the same to himself. His cock
looked even bigger and thicker when he was done. He gave me a condom and I
ripped it open and rolled it down over my cock, then took some lube, and
lubed my cock and his ass, pulling me to him and so I could briefly suck on
his cock.

	He reached into the drawer and got a bottle of poppers, then knelt
on either side of my thighs again, as I slid my body forward on the couch
to give him more room. He opened the bottle and took a deep whiff, then
held it under my nose as he felt for my cock and eased himself down on it,
moaning a deep guttural moan as he bottomed out.

	As he slowly started to move up and down on my hard cock, he leaned
over to kiss me. I loosely circled my thumb and forefinger around his cock,
so I was lightly touching it and it moved up and down through my fingers as
he rode me. I little bit later, I squeezed some lube onto my left hand and
lightly curled my fingers around his cock as it fucked my hand.

	We continued for maybe six or seven minutes this way, taking
occasional inhales from the poppers, working at a slow, steady pace. Rather
than picking up speed, our fucking simply got more and more intense as we
continued. From the other room we heard more moans and then Greg saying
"Fuck me harder Pierre," and later Dale's guttural voice crying "Oh, yeah,
fuck me Brian." A couple of minutes later we heard Brian and Greg yell in
fairly quick succession, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" followed a couple of
minutes later by their partners screaming the same thing, then silence.

	Hearing the other boys simply added to our passion, and I could
feel the orgasm slowly rising in my balls. A couple of minutes later I
passed the point of no return and thrust my cock balls-deep into Joey as I
shot my load into the condom in his ass. He felt me, and that pushed him
over the edge and his cock shot four, five then six ropes of hot cum
between us, hitting me on the chin and all over my chest.

      When we were done and he collapsed into my arms, I looked up and saw
the other four boys, standing naked by the bedroom door, cocks at
half-staff, smiling as they watched our orgasms. Joey smiled his sweet
smile at me, and we kissed again before he pulled his ass off my softening
cock, and turned around to smile at his friends.

	"I think that the party is just starting," he said.

	"Right on," said Pierre with a big smile on his face.

	Thus started the best graduation celebration I have ever attended