Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2020 00:17:43 +0000 From: John The Artist Subject: C'est La Vie! 23 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 them. These are my stories. Please respect the copyright. If you enjoy them, let me know at johntheartist@hotmail.com. Please Contribute to Nifty.org and keep this wonderful resource going! In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 22, I described how I was on a post-season trip to the beach with some friends and met a hot guy, Alonso, who I followed behind a secluded dune to make love with before taking him back to the house we were renting. C'est La Vie!: 1991, Beach House Fun We turned on the showerheads in the outdoor shower and waited for the water to get hot, then took off our swimsuits and put them on the wooden bench along the opposite wall. We were both half hard by now with anticipation. Alonso stepped into the shower and adjusted the showerhead so that it pointed a little toward me, and I stepped in. We stood together with the warm water pouring over both of us at the same time. We kissed, this time hard, passionate, urgent kisses. The slow, searching, exploring lovemaking of our time in the dunes was replaced by an animal urgency, of wanting to almost devour each other. My hands roamed over his body, quickly moving from one part to another: feeling his hard biceps, then gliding down his back and pulling his buns apart, exploring his crack and puckered hole, and then moving up his sides, under his arms, to his pecs, nipples, and down to his thighs, balls and cock. His hands were doing the same thing, and he picked up a bar of soap and started to vigorously soap up my body, making it slippery, massaging my muscles, grasping my cock tightly and pumping it urgently with his soapy hand. I followed suit and soaped him up, and his beautiful physique was even more exciting with the lubrication of the soap. I grabbed both our cocks in my hand and as our lips and tongues worked each other excitedly, our hips started thrusting in and out, our cocks stroking each other in my grasp. I dropped to my knees, my mouth seeking out his gorgeous pole, and plunging down to the root, pulling lightly on his balls with my other hand. Warmed by the hot shower, they were hanging loose and low between his legs. He moaned loudly as I deep-throated him. And I was moaning loudly with the satisfaction of working his cock with my lips and tongue, plunging it in and out of my throat, helped by his thrusts as he face-fucked me. I was in heaven and the warm water washed over our bodies. We were both being very vocal this time, as opposed to the quieter, softer love we had made only an hour or so ago. I was glad that our house was not close to others, so we could express our passion without announcing it to the neighbors. After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled me up and said softly, "I want to make this last longer, and you are getting me there kinda fast!" So we kissed more, and our soapy hands again did their explorations, and then he soaped my chest, worked his soapy fingers on my nipples, making me moan even louder, and then dropped to his knees and this time plunged all the way down on my cock just as I had done with him. God, it felt good!, and I started vigorously face-fucking him, and he quickly worked me toward climax, backed off, then brought me really close again. After the third time, I pulled him up and said; "Now it's time for me to ride your cock!" "HmmmmmmÉ" he said with a big smile. I stepped out of the shower to pull over the four-foot bench that was against the outer wall, and while I was doing that, he went to his beach-bag and put on a condom. With the bench under the showers, but the head end just outside the stream of water, he lay on it with his legs over the sides. I straddled him, with the water splashing down on me, and lubed up with the warm water and a little soap, I slowly sat back on his cock, until he was deep within me. Unlike the slow, deliberate ride he had taken on my cock, I moved up and down on him with an energy that I didn't even know I had. He arched his back and pushed up with his legs on the shower-stall floor, bucking his hips urgently into my ass, but in truth, though he was helping to give me a real pounding, I was doing most of the pounding myself. He grabbed my cock and started stroking me as we quickly built toward our climax. Then he raised his torso off the bench--watching his awesome abs and pecs contract as he did so was a real turn-on--and our lips once again met. As our tongues shot into each other's mouths, his cock started contracting and shooting into the condom in my ass, followed by my own explosion across his chest and belly. When we were done, we lay exhausted on the bench, his cock still in me, and our lips together, the warm water still raining down on us. We stayed in that position a minute or two, our chests heaving to catch our breaths, and then he withdrew, we rinsed off, replaced the bench, wrapped our towels around us and went inside to get dressed. The passion of our love-making surprised me, and it apparently surprised Alonso too, because he said "Wow, that and the time before are the best I have had since I don't know when! It's more than just chemistry. I think I'm falling in love!" I said, "I can't believe you said that! I was about to say the same thing!" He chuckled and smiled and said, "It sure feels good, doesn't it?" I could only respond with another long kiss. Shortly after that, my friends came home from happy hour. I introduced them, and from the looks on their faces, I could tell they were really envious of my luck. However, Alonso immediately won their hearts with his relaxed conversation, his intelligence and good humor. A while later we headed out to dinner. After dinner, my friends wanted to go hit one of the dance clubs and see if they could get lucky like I had. I asked Alonso if he wanted to too, but he said, "I'm sorry, another time. I'm kinda tiredÉ"--that said with a wink in my direction and a little white lie--"Éand I have to get back to work at the hospital tomorrow, so I need to be rested." I think my friends were thinking: sure, some rest the two of you will get tonight, but we parted and headed back to the house as they walked off to one of the clubs. Back at home, we went to my room, and slowly undressed each other as we kissed and made out tenderly. Neither of us had much energy now, and we fell asleep watching TV around 11 o'clock. At around two, I awoke briefly, and realized the TV was still on. I reached for the remote and turned it off, but not before looking at Alonso, naked, sleeping peacefully next to me, turned on his side with his back to me. His strong back and slim waist moved slowly as he breathed, and his beautiful smooth ass gleamed softly in the light from the TV. My cock stirred with excitement at the sight, and when I had turned off the TV, I lay down next to him, so we were like two spoons, my arm around his waist, my hand on his chest, my thighs against his and my hardening cock resting between his buns. I nuzzled his neck and kissed his shoulders lightly, and my hand on his chest sought out one of his nipples and slowly and lightly caressed it. In a minute, he moaned softly, and his hand closed over mine. I felt his ass pushing back against me, and I at first was not sure whether he was doing these things in his sleep, like in a dream, or whether he was awake like me. A minute later, I saw in the mirror next to the bed that his eyes were open sleepily, and he was smiling. "Oh John, that feels so good," he said, and started a rhythmic pushing of his hips against me. He moved my hand from his nipple down to his cock, which was fully hard, and I slowly started to stroke him. We were so close together that we felt almost like one body, and our thoughts seemed to have melded into one mind. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a condom, ripped it open with his teeth and handed it to me. While I was putting it on, he pumped a couple of squirts of lube from the bedside bottle onto his hand, lubed up his ass and my cock and rubbed the remainder on his own cock. He grabbed the bottle of poppers next to the lube, took a deep draught of them and handed them to me to do the same. Then he turned on his back, raised his legs, drew my lips to his, and I slipped easily into his hot ass, and we started our tango of love, relaxed by the warmth of the poppers. In one of the neighboring rooms, we could hear one of my friends gasping and moaning, and it was clear that at least one of them had lucked out in finding a partner for the night. But nobody was luckier than me, I felt just then. Slowly our bodies moved together in a beautiful soft, deep rhythm, our mouths glued together, Alonso's lithe, muscular legs almost doubled back to his own shoulders. Gradually, and slowly, we picked up speed. We breathed in the poppers again. It seemed that I was going deeper and deeper into him, my cock probing to his very soul. And again, we felt ourselves peaking simultaneously, and as I felt my own contractions shooting cum into the condom, his sphincter closed tightly around my cock as he shot his own load across his stomach and chest. We lay spent in each other's arms, listening to the sounds of passion coming from the next room. I managed to take off the condom and cleaned him up with my tongue, tasting his sweet cum. We fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, my friends were still asleep, and Alonso had to get back to the city, his Sunday chores and his life as a doctor. We set up a time to meet when I got back from my vacation, and started dating. A month later, we decided to live together. His schedule of several grueling days on, followed by a brief rest, meshed well with mine. I was preparing for an exhibit of my drawings, and had a lot of work to do. But when he was off for several days--as he was every couple of weeks--we would make love several times a day, go hiking, to the movies, out for great dinners, or we cooked in and just made more love. Our relationship was deepening, and I wanted it to last forever, and I think that Alonso did to. We really had fallen in love.