Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2021 20:50:02 +0000
From: John The Artist <johntheartist@hotmail.com>
Subject: C'est La Vie! 29

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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 28, I described how I hooked up at
the beach with a guy sharing a house with friends, and how we fucked in the
hall as we watched one of his friends getting fucked by his boyfriend
through the cracked-open door of their bedroom.

C'est La Vie!: 1995, Leather Daddies

	In the '90s, I was traveling a lot, some painting trips, dealing
with exhibitions and galleries, and when I was in another city of any size,
I always looked forward to checking out the guys there. If there was a
bathhouse, you could be sure that I would spend an evening there, and my
luck at the bars was not too bad.

	At the time, I was 37. Until my early 30s, I was often mistaken as
someone much younger, probably because of my boyish face. A lot of guys
start putting on weight in their 30s, but I had always been pretty
skinny. In my teens and 20s, I cursed my inability to gain weight and put
on muscle that showed. Since I was in my early 30s, though, I had been able
to work out and see the results, inches added to my chest and arms, instead
of just getting strong and staying skinny. My body was finally getting to
be pretty fine looking--in my eyes anyway--though I was far from a
muscle-god. Bottom line was I never had any problem hooking up with hot
men: my age, older, or younger.

	In one of the cities I visited, one of the guys I met introduced me
to a private club, and I traveled to that city often enough so that it was
worth the fee to join it. I don't even remember the real name, because
everyone called it Leather Daddies. It was, indeed, a leather club, and you
had to dress the part to be admitted. I was not really into the leather
scene, per se, but I do like the look of a guy in tight leather pants--who
doesn't?--jeans with chaps, or bare-chested under an open leather vest. I
discovered that there were plenty of other guys like me, so I never really
had to get into the stuff that didn't appeal to me.

	The club was also called Leather Daddies because it was a place
that younger men frequented, looking for older guys for sex. It helped that
they got in with a nominal one-buck membership cost and no entry charge if
they were under 25.

	One Friday night, I finished dinner with my gallery director, and
went back to my hotel to change into my club gear. It was probably near
eleven when I got to Leather Daddies. I bought a beer and went over to a
corner, where I could get a good view of the other guys in the club.

	My eyes lit on a young man who must have just come in. He was
standing by himself, not far from the door, just looking around, scoping
out the scene. When he saw me, a faint smile formed on his lips, and he
stared at me just a little too long before his eyes moved on to the rest of
the club. I took a sip of my beer, and a minute later saw him looking at me
again. This time I saw him lick his lips a little before averting his gaze
and once again looking around.

	Why waste time? I got a second beer from the bartender and when the
boy looked at me again, I smiled back, and headed over to where he was
standing. As I got closer, I could make him out more clearly: he was
dressed in jeans, and an open leather vest showed a tight, ripped torso
underneath, and lean defined arms. His face was handsome, long and lean
with nice full lips, dark eyebrows, and curly black hair. When he smiled,
he showed just slightly crooked teeth, an imperfection that made him look a
little like rough trade, or a porn version of a young auto mechanic anyway.

	I walked up to him and handed him the beer. "Thanks," he said and
smiled at me.

	I held out my hand. "John," I said.

	He shook it. "Abe."

	We proceeded to make some small talk. I can't remember any of it
and it was probably really forgettable anyway, because I was getting really
turned on by just looking at him. My eyes moved down to his flat belly and
the trail of hair that led enticingly down under the waistband of his
beltless jeans. He had a nice package down there, and I thought I could see
the beginnings of a hard-on pushing sideways toward one of his pockets. His
hips were narrow, and his long legs bulged just slightly through the
denim. My cock was already raging hard in my leather pants and showing
clearly my feelings for him. He looked down and smiled a crooked, sexy
smile. I could see the bulge in his pants twitch slightly.

	I leaned toward him. "Wanna go to the back room?" I said
softly. There was a room behind the bar section of the club where guys went
to have sex. It was all black, dimly lit and furnished with a couple of
leatherette couches, some benches, and in one corner a sling. Off the room
were several small rooms, like at the baths, each furnished with a narrow
bench-like bed, a wall of mirrors, and some rings and bars attached to the
walls and ceilings, where you could restrain your partner if you that's
what you were in to.

	"Yeah," he replied, not hesitating.

	"Give me a sec," I said, and walked over to the bar. I slid my ID
across to the bartender and asked if any of the rooms were available. He
pulled out a key from under the bar and gave it to me. I took it and moved
back to Abe, taking his hand and leading him through the dark doorway.

	We were not alone. There were three other couples in the room. Two
guys were fully dressed and kissing in a corner. At one of the sofas, a
heavy older man bent over a skinny young guy sitting on one of the sofas,
giving him a blowjob. And in another corner, two guys in their 50s were
kissing as they fondled each other's hard cocks, their pants down around
their thighs. From one of the small rooms came loud sounds of moaning. I
looked at the number on the key, unlocked one of the other doors, and stood
aside as Abe entered. My-oh-my, I thought as my eyes followed his slim
young ass moving under the denim.

	When we were in the room and I had closed the door, he turned
around and took off his vest. I went over to him and put my hands on his
firm pecs, and let them slowly run down over his ripped abs. He eased off
my vest, and put his arms around my shoulders, drawing me into a
passionate, wet kiss. I moved my hands to his back, slowly running them up
and down from his shoulder blades, to the ridges of muscle just above his
waist. His hands moved lightly over my back and shoulders as we moved our
tongues together and he sucked on mine. I pulled him hard to me, feeling
his lean body against mine, his hard cock pressing against mine through our
pants.

	Slowly, I brought my hands around in front again, brushing his
torso lightly with my knuckles. I moved them down to his waist, and
unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly and pushed them down around his
thighs. He was wearing a white jockstrap, and my hand sought out his
erection, lying sideways under the taught cloth. He moaned softly, and his
mouth worked on mine even harder.

	I moved my mouth to his ear and then neck, working down toward his
nipples. He leaned back against the wall, his head thrown back, his eyes
closed, and his hands on the railing that ran across the end wall, his
pelvis thrust forward, inviting me to explore down there. It this position,
the muscles of his chest, abs and arms were tensed, and in the dim light he
was a beautiful sight to behold. I moved back up to kiss his lips, and
shoved my hands underneath the waistband stretched above his ass, feeling
his slim, firm ass and hips. I eased his jock over his cock and down his
thighs.

	I gradually kissed my way down his chest and abs, slowly bending my
legs until I knelt in front of him. His cock was beautiful, maybe seven and
a half inches, and proportionately thick. It curved up and felt really
hard. He had a very respectable set of balls too. It was not too warm in
the room, and so they were pulled up against his body in a nice firm sac. I
helped him off with his shoes, and then his pants and jock strap. Though
his chest was naturally smooth, his legs were moderately hairy in a
beautiful, masculine way.

	I gently took his cock in my hand, and let my tongue play around
the tip and the head, before taking him slowly in my mouth. He tasted
really niceŃsalty--and very firm. I slowly sucked him in as he moaned
softly. I worked my lips and tongue around him, working the base with my
hand. He responded by matching my rhythm, fucking my face. I looked up at
him, still leaning back against the railing, his torso tensed and
gorgeous. I let my hands play over his belly and chest, then down his
thighs, up the back of his legs, and over is ass, and then down his
ass-crack, stopping to caress his hole briefly before starting the circuit
again.

	After a few minutes, I pulled my mouth off his cock and went for
his balls, then kissed my way up as I slowly stood up again, until our
mouths met and my hands ran down his back to his ass, and gently caressed
his hole again. He responded with more urgent kisses, and I knew that he
would bottom for me.

	Now we traded roles and he kissed my ears and neck, working down to
my nipples, up again to kiss me, then back down again to my nipples and
abs, back up to more kisses and then down until he was kneeling in front of
me. He felt my hard cock through the leather of my pants, and pulled me
hard to his chest as he kissed my belly more. Sitting back a little, his
hard cock straight in the air, he stroked himself slowly as he used his
other hand to unbutton my waist and lower the zipper.

      He smiled his approval of my lack of underwear, and slipped his hand
in to feel my hard cock, rubbing it back and forth slowly as he again
leaned forward to kiss my abs. He then untied my shoes and helped me out of
them, and slowly lowered my pants to the floor and helped me step out of
them.

	Finally, he turned his attention to my cock, licking from the base
to the head, kissing it, swirling his tongue around my head, teasing me in
preparation for taking it in his mouth. Finally, he lowered his mouth all
the way to my pubes, opening wide so that he barely contacted the flesh of
my erection. He then slowly brought his tongue in contact with the lower
side of my cock, and let the rest of his mouth and throat close around my
throbbing flesh. He held me there for a while, moving his tongue around
softly, and sucking in slowly, before letting his mouth slide back up and
then down again.

	As he worked my cock, and alternately went to my balls, taking each
into his mouth and sucking gently on them, then going back to sucking me,
he let his hands slide up and down my tensed thighs, and gradually moved
into a position in which his ass was shoved back and up, his back
arched--that hot "fuck me" position. I leaned over him as he sucked my
cock, letting my hands move lightly down his back again to the cords of
muscle at the base, and then over his ass, and down his crack to massage
gently his hole. I was greeted by enthusiastic moans, and looked forward to
what was coming next.

	I let him suck me for six or seven minutes, and then pulled him up
into more kisses, before gently easing him on his back on the upholstered
bed-bench. He pulled me forward into a kiss, my hand finding his hard cock
and stroking him as his hands roamed over my back and thighs. I then rolled
him up onto his shoulders and started rimming him. His abs and chest tensed
up, and he moaned loudly in anticipation of my cock in his ass.

	A couple of minutes later, we were both too hot to wait. I grabbed
a condom from the little bin on the wall, put it on and got a squeeze of
lube from the dispenser next to it and lubed up my cock and his ass. He
asked me to get his poppers out of his pants pocket on the floor, which I
did, and handed him the bottle. He lifted his head for a deep whiff and
then handed them to me, and I followed suit.

	As I pushed my cock slowly into his eager ass, the rush of the
poppers hit us both and he moaned loudly, pushing back against my cock. I
held it in for a few seconds, as I bent to kiss him once more and then
started the slow rhythm of our love-dance. He responded by pushing up to my
thrusts, and pushing his hands against my sweat-drenched chest. I fucked
him on his back for five or six minutes, before leaning forward again to
kiss him. Then I pulled out and pulled him to his feet,

	Taking him in my arms, we kissed again and I then sat on the bench,
and turned him around, pulling him down onto my hard cock. He sighed again
and started riding me, first slowly and then gradually picking up speed. I
let my hands play over his taught thighs, feeling his muscles work as he
rode me, and letting them run up and down over his chest and abs, finally
finding once again his hard cock.

	As he picked up more speed, he twisted around to put an arm around
my neck so that our mouths could meet as I fucked him and, now, matched the
rhythm of fucking with stroking his hard cock. He locked his mouth hard
against mine, and after a couple of more cycles, me now thrusting up into
him, he started spewing hot cum all across his chest and throat. His
pulsing anus, sent me over the edge, and I started filling the condom with
spurt after spurt of cum.

	As we wound down, I continued to stroke his cock, and pinch one of
his nipples lightly, while we continued to kiss and he swiveled his ass on
my soon-to-soften cock. Gradually we relaxed, and then lay down on the
bench in each other's arms to enjoy the warm aftermath, talking softly and
cuddling.

	After ten minutes or so, I asked him "Ready for another beer?"

	"Yeah, man," he answered, smiling that crooked sexy smile again. We
got up, cleaned up with the moist wipes provided by the club, got dressed
and went back out into the bar, smiling like it was Christmas. We had a
couple of beers, and talked some more. He was a fascinating young man,
starting a career as a filmmaker and there was lots to talk about.

	"Abe," I said, "would you spend the night with me at my hotel?"

	"Let's go," he said with a big grin, and we were off to a night
without much sleep.