Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2021 17:47:52 +0000 From: John The Artist Subject: What A Life! 9 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 9 2005, Dad and Lad in SF: Making Morning Love About 5 AM nature called, and I had to get up to go to the bathroom. When I came back to bed I looked at his lithe body lying on his stomach, one arm over his head, and one leg raised slightly. I gently pulled the sheet off so that I could see him clearly in the dim light filtering through the curtains. It played over his tight muscular back and shoulders, and his firm round ass. One of the most beautiful things about a man is his back, especially when it is broad and his waist is small. I love the look of the corded ridge of muscle at the base of the back as it melts into a beautiful ass, and this boy's was a work of art. I'm not generally into role-playing, but I was really enjoying the dad-and-lad theme that we had started earlier. I didn't even know his name, but having this kid in his early 20s appreciate me for my age was a big turn-on. My cock quickly rose to attention again, and I had to have relief. I knelt gently on the bed next to him, and leaned over so that my lips were just brushing the nape of his neck. I kissed him lightly on the shoulders, and then started tonguing slowly down his back, moving from side to side, and letting my fingers gently caress his thighs and brush ever so lightly over his firm, smooth, hairless ass. He moaned softly, waking up slowly. "Oh daddy, that feels wonderful," he whispered softly. He turned his head toward me, and I bent forward to meet his lips in a soft kiss. Our tongues slowly entered each other's mouths and swirled around as my fingers continued to explore his back and shoulders lightly. We broke off our kiss, and I moved to straddle him, putting both hands on his shoulders and gently massaging his body. I let them trail down from his deltoids, over his triceps and biceps and then under him to feel his taught chest and to lightly pinch his nipples, which were now erect. He started moaning softly and started grinding his pelvis rhythmically into the bed as my fingers worked their magic. I let my hands work down to his waist and then softly knead the smooth globes of his ass. Bending forward, I kissed his shoulders, slipping my hands under them and letting my cock settle into the crack of his ass, as my whole body gradually lowered onto his. He squeezed my cock appreciatively between his cheeks, as our mouths met each other again. We spent perhaps ten minutes humping like this, getting hotter and hotter, and more and more urgent. "Try some lube down there," he said softly, just as I was about to do it myself. I reached over for the lube, squeezed a liberal amount between his buns, and settled in for more of the same. The feeling was incredible, especially with his young body writhing beneath me, feeling the warm skin of his back against my chest, and his legs intertwining with mine, skillfully holding on to me. When I felt like I was getting too close to cumming, I pushed myself up to straddle him once again, and kissed my way down from his shoulders to his ass, letting my tongue work its way down between his buns. He gradually opened his legs and spread them, lifting his ass to give me access. Pretty soon I was at his tight rosebud ass, licking, probing working it for all I was worth. By now he was moaning loudly, and after about ten minutes of rimming him, neither of us could stand it anymore. He grabbed a condom off the bedside table and handed it to me. I ripped it open and slid it on, and lubed myself up and lubed his ass again, as he took the bottle of poppers, opened it and inhaled deeply. As I lay down again on his back, my cock positioned at his hole, he spread his legs more, pushed his ass up to meet me, and propped up on his elbows, held the popper bottle so that I could take my own hit. I did so, and as he screwed the cap back on the bottle, I started slowly entering him. He pushed back against me as I pushed in, and with a deep sigh from both of us, I felt my pubes against his ass, and my balls resting just above his just as the jolt of the poppers hit. We started a slow rhythm, like waves, me pulling out, him grabbing my cock with his sphincter, massaging me, then pushing up to meet my next thrust. My hands were on his chest, working his nipples, his own cock was thrusting against the sheet beneath him, our breaths were coming short and the tension was building, and building. "Oh, yeah, daddy," he gasped, "You fuck your boy so goooooood!" My balls were churning, and I couldn't hold back any more. I started pulsing uncontrollably inside of him, as he pushed harder against my throbbing cock moaning loudly "Give me all your love, daddy, give it to your boy!" He squeezed me with his sphincter as I finished spurting, collapsing on him, seeking out his hungry mouth for another passionate kiss. His body kept pumping up and down beneath me, slow and steady, and I knew that he was aching to cum himself. So I withdrew, slowly rolled him over, and went down on him, taking him deep into my throat, and sucking his cock with every nuance I knew how. In less than 30 seconds, I felt his body stiffen, his balls draw up and a deep sigh escape his lips as he pumped his hot young cum into my eager mouth, whimpering with pleasure. I eagerly swallowed it all down, and then slowly kissed my way up his tight abs and chest to his mouth again. Our bodies melted together as we kissed, and gradually caressed each other back to sleep. When we awoke it was almost 10 AM and the sun was streaming through the curtains. I had put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, so I knew we had some time without housekeeping bothering us. As we awoke, we kissed tenderly again, caressing and exploring each other's bodies in the full light of day. I was worried that when he saw me in the full light, the difference in our ages would be a turn-off. Quite the contrary, it seemed to arouse even more passion. "Let's take a shower, dad'" he said. "OK," was my quick agreement. Cocks at half-mast, we grabbed the condoms and poppers and stumbled into the bathroom. I started feeling up his ass as he adjusted the shower temperature. Then we were under the running water, soaping each other up, feeling each other's bodies. After a minute of that, he was down on his knees, swallowing my cock, madly sucking, looking up at me with pleading eyes that said, "Please give me your load". He furiously stroked his own beautiful cock as he brought me closer and closer. I pulled him up into my arms for another kiss, turned him around, and felt down along his soapy buns, to his waiting hole, where I inserted first one finger, then two, stretching him, and making him moan loudly. "Oh, daddy, fuck me again," he pleaded. I reached for the condoms, slipped one on, added a light film of soap for lube, spread his cheeks and plunged in. "Ohmigod, that feels so fine," he almost yelled, and picked up the bottle of poppers, opened it, took a deep drag, and handed it to me. I did the same, and as the warmth of the poppers washed hit me, I grabbed his cock, and started stroking it in time with my own thrusts, kissing his neck, working his nipples with my free hand, picking up speed, not working to make it last, making a desperate dash to the finish line. Only a few minutes after we had entered the shower, we both exploded our loads, nearly collapsing on the tile floor as we did so. But we managed to hold each other up and after I withdrew, he turned around, wrapped his arms around me, and glued his lips to mine once more. We got out, dried off, and got dressed. "What next?" I asked. "How about breakfast and then the zoo, daddy?" he said. "You're on, son," I said. And so finished an incredible night and started an equally incredible day.