Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2021 15:12:58 +0000 From: John The Artist Subject: What A Life! 20 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! This is the third in a series of books that began with C'est La Vie! (1970-1997), and continued with One Thousand Men (1998). Th stories in this book start in 1999 and continue to the present. I hope you like them! What A Life! 20 2010, Fleshjack It was a cold, snowy Sunday afternoon, and I was feeling bored and very horny. Rather than having a date with my hand, I decided to check out one of Philly's bathhouses to see if I could find some satisfaction in the arms of another man. I knew that often there were few guys there on a Sunday afternoon, but sometimes there were lots of them, particularly when the weather kept them from doing outdoor activities. Anyway, all I needed was one. And since Sundays were half price I figured I was not chancing much and could finish the afternoon jerking off to porn in my room if I didn't hook up. I checked in, paid my fee and headed off to my room on the second floor. There I changed out of my clothes, put my condoms and lube next to the bed, slipped on my metal cock-ring and headed for the showers. After showering, I went up to the top floor and cruised the cubicle/glory-hole area without finding anyone. On the third floor there were a several open room doors, with guys sitting on their beds watching porn and stroking their cocks, or just lying there waiting to hook up. But there was no one that attracted me much there. Heading down to the second floor, I was checking out the last part of the floor, a short hallway with a few rooms. The door to the room at the end was open, with a dim light from the TV playing on the hall floor. When I got there I saw an attractive man in his mid-forties sitting on his bed, feet on the floor and leaning against the wall. He was fairly muscular, with a smooth chest and moderately hairy legs, his body covered with a thin layer of fat as happens to many guys entering middle age. Nevertheless, he was really pretty hot. He was not aware of me standing there because he had his eyes closed, was pulling on his pierced nipples with one hand while the other slowly stroked his cock with a clear Fleshjack masturbation toy. I could see a nice-sized cock through the sides of it. He stroked for a minute or so before opening his eyes and seeing me there. He smiled at me and, with a nod of his head, invited me in to sit next to him. I quietly entered the room, closing the door behind me and sat down next to him. He smiled at me again, and pulled me into a kiss, as I took the Fleshjack in my hand and continued to slowly stroke him with it. He sighed happily, and pulling my towel off, closed his hand lightly around my hard cock and with the lightest, teasing pressure, stroking me in time to my working his cock. "Have you ever tried one of these?" he asked, referring to the Fleshjack. "No," I answered, as he kissed me again. "Would you like to?" he said. "It feels fantastic." "Yeah," I said as he pulled the Fleshjack off his cock, which glistened with lube. He was about seven inches and a little thicker than average. He took my hand and put it around his cock and I caressed it and slid it up and down his shaft with light pressure, just as he was doing to me. "Sit back and close your eyes," he said. "I'm going to tell you a fantasy, and when I slip this thing on your cock, you'll be ready for an unbelievable ride." I closed my eyes and he turned to kiss me once more, working his tongue into my mouth for a minute, before kissing my neck, nibbling my ear and sticking his tongue into my ear for a few seconds before starting to whisper into it. "You're at one of your favorite bars," he started. "It's Friday and you're hungry for some action with a hot guy. You're into your second beer when you notice this hot young guy glancing at you from time to time. He's blond, about six feet tall, handsome, and well built. He's wearing jeans and a T-shirt that shows off what is clearly a hot torso. You signal to the bar tender and ask him to send a beer over to the blond, and when he gets it and the bartender points to you, he smiles and comes over. He's like a gay man's dream, and you smile and talk a few minutes before you just come out and ask him to go to your place. He smiles and nods his assent and you head out. "When you get home, you silently lead him to the bedroom, put your arms around him and you start kissing passionately." Here he broke off the fantasy to kiss me for a couple of minutes. He went on whispering in my ear: "Feeling his body through the tight T-shirt is really a turn on, and pressing your pelvis to his, you feel that he is as hard as you are. You peel off his T-shirt and feel his smooth, tight, defined body. He does the same to you, and is really turned on by being with what he clearly thinks is a hot daddy. You continue standing there kissing while you undo each other's pants waist and fly, and push them down around your thighs. "He kisses you some more, slips his hand into your briefs, and lightly caresses your cock and balls, letting his fingertips roam up and down them, working your nipples from time to time," É.and he did what he was describing in his whispers. "You walk him over to the bed, and ask him to sit on it. He does and you pull off his shoes and socks and jeans. He spreads his legs and you kiss the inside of his thighs as you move up to the prize in his low-rise white briefs. He is sighing happily as you approach his cock. You feel his cock through his briefs, and then pull them gently over his erection and off his legs. His erection is just a little over average size, is very hard and slaps against his belly as you pull his briefs off. You take his cock in your handÉ." and here he moved my hand back to his own erectionÉ. "and gently caress it as you hold his gaze." He kisses me again, and continues, whispering ever so softly in my ear. "You take his cock in your mouth and slowly take him into your throat as he moans loudly, and puts his hands on your head, slowly thrusting up to meet your mouth. You continue to suck him, and he pulls you off so he won't cum and kisses youÉ." here he kisses me again for a minute or twoÉ. "and you go back to work on him. `You're getting me close' he says, and you say `I want you to shoot in my mouth,' and after another few minutes you feel his cock thicken, his balls pull up, and you slip a finger into his ass as he starts pumping his hot cum into your throat. You know that he is young enough to want to continue some more after cumming the first time, so you are not worried that your session will end here. "When he is done, you tell him to stretch out on the bed, and you lie down beside him, pulling his lean, muscular body to yours. His erection has not subsided at all, because he is still too excited, as you take him into your arms and press your bodies together while you kiss and caress each other." Again he kisses me and we spend a couple of minutes exploring each other's bodies with our hands. He goes on: "Now you roll over on your back and pull him on top of you, still kissing, and pushing your hips to his, wrapping your legs around his to give you more leverage to hump each other, and moving your hands down his back to find his firm buns, and pull them apart to reveal his love hole. Reaching over to the bedside table you get some lube and start to massage it into his hole," É.and here he squirts some lube on my hand and moves it to his own puckered bud, putting my hand thereÉ. " and he moans hungrily, his kisses becoming more insistent." "`I want you inside me' he says in a husky voice, and he sits up to straddle your body, getting ready to ride your cock. His young, tight body is glistening with sweat, and you pull him down into another passionate kiss. He raises himself from the kiss, reaches behind him for your hard cockÉ." and here he reaches over to his lube bottle and gets some in his hand, rubbing it up and down my cockÉ. "and he sits back, slowly taking you into his warm ass." Here, he takes the Fleshjack and slowly pushes it down on my cock. It is still warm from his own cock, and it is either lubed up well, or coated with is own cum. "Oh, fuck, that feels fantastic," I moan as he kisses me again. "I already came in it once," he says, and the idea of fucking a cum-filled ass is a real turn-on to me. He goes back to whispering the fantasy in my ear: "He slowly rides your ass while you caress his chest and pinch his nipples, but pretty soon his excitement grows again, only a short time since you sucked him off. He starts speeding upÉ." and he speeds the stroking of my cock with the FleshjackÉ. "and leans over to kiss you againÉ." and he kisses me. "'I'm gonna cum again' he groans. `Can you cum with me?' É.and he speeds up some more. I feel the cum rising in my balls, and I pull him into a passionate kiss as I shoot my cum into the Fleshjack "And you feel his own cum coat your chest and belly as you keep kissing" É.and he kisses me once again extending it like the kid in the fantasy. I slowly wind down, and he pulls the Fleshjack off my hard cock. Amazingly, I stay hard. "My turn," he says, putting the cum-filled Fleshjack on his own cock. I take it in my hand and start slowly stroking, then speeding up as we kiss more and more desperately. He moans loudly, his body tenses and he starts shooting a load into the already cum-filled chamber. After he's done, I pull off the Fleshjack, and we lie down together next to each other, holding one another, kissing and caressing as we bask in the afterglow of sex. A little while later, when we have caught our breaths, we start a quiet conversation, introducing each other, getting to know one another, then slowly bringing each other to full arousal again. We spend the remainder of the afternoon making love, sucking, fucking each other aided by his bottle of poppers. At the end of the afternoon, we're both exhausted, but we exchange phone numbers and promise to get together again soon, Fleshjack and all.