Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2021 18:35:57 +0000
From: John The Artist <johntheartist@hotmail.com>
Subject: C'est La Vie! 34

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In the previous chapter, C'est La Vie! 33, I described how I was in San
Francisco preparing for an exhibit and met a stunning black bottom who was
renting the room next to mine in my favorite gay motel and how he left his
sleeping sex partner, a hot blond boy, to spend the night with me, and the
hot three-way we had with the blond boy the next day.

C'est La Vie!: 1996, Ringing in 1997

      Another New Year's Eve. Ho-hum! Over the years I had gotten tired of
the same old thing each year, and this year decided to stay home and have a
quiet one reading or watching videos. But the morning of the 31st, I got a
call from a friend from out of town.

      "Hey," he said, "I'm in town for a few days and I'm going to a New
Year's Eve party at a friend of a friend. I don't think I'll know many
people there, and wondered if you would like to come."

      "Well," I demurred, "I'm kinda fed up with parties like that. They
always end up being pretty boring. That and everyone drinks too much."

      "Well, maybe that will happen, but I have heard that this party is a
lot of fun, and there are usually a lot of hot guys there--or so my friend
says--and anyway, you can leave early if you want. Nothing ventured,
nothing gained, right?"

      I had to agree, so we arranged to meet near the party that night
around ten, and show up there together.

      He was right on time, and it was good to see him again after a couple
of years. We went to the party at a nearby loft, and when the elevator
opened, we could hear the music pumping through the open door. We went down
the hall, went in and introduced ourselves to the host as friends of his
friend. He welcomed us, gestured to the bar and the buffet and told us he
would catch up later.

      I had a drink and grazed the hors d'oeuvres with my friend, and
started talking to another guy we were introduced to. I was starting to
have fun, actually, and this was a much better party than I was used
to. Not boring at all. One of the best parts was the wide range of guests,
most of them men. They ranged from their 20s through their 50s, I
estimated. The host was a film maker and the crowd was stylish and hip.

      A couple of drinks, some good food in me and some interesting
conversations had me stimulated and relaxed. The middle of the living area
was crowded with people dancing, some as partners, but most just part of
the undulating crowd. I was feeling uninhibited and ready for some action,
so I moved out onto the floor and started dancing.

      Now, for my age, I am a pretty good dancer, able to move my body well
and to pick up new dance moves easily. A party like this is a good place to
see all the new moves, what with its hip clientele. I would dance for five
or ten minutes with one guy, and then seamlessly segue into a new set of
movements with another guy. I was having a ball, and stopped only briefly
around 11:15 to refill my drink and take a quick run to the bathroom.

      Back on the floor around 11:30, I was enjoying the crush of warm
bodies and the particularly sinuous movements that the piece of music
inspired.

      When I turned around, I was facing a guy I had not seen before. He
was in his 20s, but had one of those boyish faces that looked like 18. His
body was definitely that of a man though: 6 feet tall, lean and
well-muscled, with a smooth face and dark curly hair. He was wearing a
muscle shirt that clung to his defined chest and abs, and a pair of
form-fitting 501s, riding low on his hips and accentuating their movement.

      When he saw me, he smiled, dancing with smooth sinuous movements and
his hands in the air over his head, showing off nice patches of dark hair
in his pits. As he smiled, his tongue slowly circled his lips
provocatively. I smiled and imitated his movements, holding his eyes with
mine. My cock was starting to rise and as we danced I started to tune out
the other guys around me and just focus on this beautiful young man.

      As we danced, he moved closer and closer until our thighs were
touching, and then our pelvises were moving together and grinding in time
to the music. I was fully erect now, and I could feel that he was hard
too. I reached out and put my hands on his shoulders and let them trail
down over his chest and abs, as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me
to him harder. His smile assumed a devilish look, and his dark eyes took on
wicked gleam.

      He turned around with his back to me, continuing the sexy rhythm and
showing me his beautiful V-shaped, muscular back, outlined clearly under
his sweat-soaked muscle shirt. His back plunged to a narrow waist, and then
swelled out in a nice round ass. I was in heaven, really enjoying the
sights and imagining what I would like to do with them!

      As he danced, he leaned back against me, putting his hands on my
thighs, and I pushed my hard cock up against his hot butt. He pushed back
hard, grinding himself into me, and I moved my hands up over the sides of
his back and around to his hard chest.

      He turned his head sideways, and yelled over the music, "Oh, yeah,
that's hot man!"

      We kept it up a little longer, and turned back around, this time
moving his lips close to my ear and saying "Let's go find someplace private
where we can do this dance together." I could scarcely believe my ears, but
nodded yes enthusiastically, and he led me off the dance floor and down a
short hall to the master bedroom, where the bed was piled high with coats
of the guests. We went into the bathroom in the master suite, and he
latched the door.

      As soon as we were inside, we were in each other's arms, hot and
sweaty, kissing passionately and hungrily, like we would never get enough
of each other. I pulled off his shirt and he quickly unbuttoned mine and
stripped it and my tee shirt off.

      His chest was gorgeous, glistening with sweat from the dancing,
smooth with olive-toned skin and a patch of dark hair between his pecs. His
nipples were dark and prominent. We each struggled out of our pants, and
short order were standing naked in front of each other, gasping, kissing
and fondling each other's cocks and balls.

      I kissed his neck and began working my way down his body, over his
pecs, pausing to work each nipple a while, and working my way down to his
cock. It was beautiful: cut, about 7" and moderately thick; big but
definitely not a prizewinner for size. But it was perfectly proportioned,
surmounting a beautiful pair of balls, straight and backed up with a
luscious bush of pubic hair. He was quite simply a very beautiful man.

      I was hungry, and plunged my eager mouth down over his cock to the
base, rolling him on my tongue, feeling his throbbing manhood fill my
mouth. He moaned loudly, leaning back against the vanity, pushing up on his
tiptoes as he fucked my mouth and all the muscles of his torso went
taught. I ran my hands over his glistening abs and pecs, enjoying his
sweaty masculine smell.

      He picked up speed and seemed desperate to cum. But abruptly he
pulled out and pulled me up to kiss him some more. He whispered "Your
turn," and asked me to sit on the toilet seat.

      He knelt in front of me, and started sucking me with such skill I
could not believe it was from the mouth of such a young man. He sucked
slowly with almost no pressure, then faster and harder, twisting, rolling
me in his mouth, giving me incredible sensations. He brought me close to
climax, then turned attention to my balls, then back to my cock and so on
for the next few minutes. I glanced at my watch, and it said 11:53, almost
the New Year!

      Finally, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips and said softly
"Please fuck me. I need to feel you filling me up!"

      I couldn't wait. I reached over to my jeans, and got out a condom and
a small tube of lube--be prepared, I always say, like the boy scout
motto!--plus a small bottle of poppers. My partner--no name yet, that would
come later--turned around and leaned on the vanity facing the mirror. He
spread his legs and pushed his ass out toward me. I leaned forward and
kissed his beautiful, hairless rosebud, and tongued him for a minute to get
him going. He rotated his ass in my face, moaning loudly.

      It was now about 11:56. I stood up, with my condom on, lubed myself
and lubed his ass, and as I put my arms around him under his arms, he
reached around and guided my throbbing cock into his hole. We both took a
deep whiff of the poppers. A perfect fit, neither to loose or too tight.

      My God! It was fantastic: my cock in his perfect ass, and the warm
rush of the poppers! He pushed back against me and started rotating his
hips under my thrusts.

      11:57. I matched his rhythm, and watched his muscular body in the
mirror as I fucked him. He had a look of pure ecstasy on his face, we were
both panting and I was working his nipples in my thumb and forefingers. As
I fucked him his cock rubbed back and forth against the edge of the
counter. Another hit of poppers for us both.

      11:58. My hands moved down his gyrating torso, feeling the hard
muscles of his abs contract under his smooth skin, until my left hand
closed around his, hard cock, and my right one was gently massaging his
balls as I stroked him toward climax.

      11:59 One last inhale of the poppers. He pushed back even harder at
my thrusts, picking up speed and urgency, turning his head to kiss me and
swallow my tongue, working his hips, pushing, rotating, grabbing me with
his sphincter as I pushed into him, pounding him as hard as I could.

      From the party: TenÉNineÉEightÉthe countdown to the New
Year, and here we were in our own private countdown, building to a
mind-blowing climax.

      FiveÉFourÉThree. I could feel my balls lifting, my body tensing
against his, and his tensing against mine. His eyes were closed and he was
yelling "Oh yesssssss" and just as the crowd outside chanted
OneÉZeroÉHAPPY NEW YEAR! I released my first shot into the condom and
his arced explosively across the sink and hit the mirror in the
middle. From where I was with my head over his shoulder, holding his
tensing body tight, it looked like it hit him right in the mouth!

      The crowd outside was singing Auld Lang Syne when we stopped cumming
and collapsed spent and happy over the sink in a final kiss, this one sweet
and tender. We both had big smiles on our faces as we cleaned up and got
dressed.

      I held out my hand and said "John".

      He shook it saying "Jake. Pleased to meet you" which made us both
laugh.

      As we went back out into the party, I said, "Why don't we continue
this little New Year's celebration back at my place?"

      Jake said "Just what I was hoping you'd say!" and so after a quick
drink and a bite to revive us, plus thanking our host and saying goodbye to
my friend, we headed back home for a wild night together. What a way to
ring out the old and ring in the new!