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Subject: C’est La Vie! 12 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 ail. Please Contribute fty and keep this wonderful resource going! In the previous chapter, C’est La Vie 11, I described how I had hooked up with a man, Randy, I met in a gay movie theater and went with him to his hotel. C’est La Vie: 1982, The Adonis-3 Randy’s midtown hotel was close to several Japanese restaurants in the 40s between 5th and 6th Avenues. I often ate at one or another of them because they were good, relatively cheap, and since they did a big lunch business and a smaller dinner business, it was always easy to get a table as a walk-in at dinner. So I asked Randy “How about Japanese food?” “I don’t think I’ve ever had any,” he replied. “What’s it like?” In the early 80s there was not yet the nation-wide craze for sushi and other Japanese food, and you generally had to go to a city with a sizeable Japanese population to find many Japanese restaurants. “Well, of course there is sushi, which is usually small balls of seasoned rice topped with raw fish, or rolls with seaweed on the outside, then rice, and fish or other things inside. For most Americans, sushi is an acquired taste. But the restaurant will have lots of other things like tempura, which is shrimp and vegetables in a light batter, deep-fried, or different noodle dishes and even dishes you cook at the table like sukiyaki. I’m sure there is something that you’ll like.” “Well, OK, I’ll trust you,” he said a bit doubtfully. A few minutes later we arrived at one of my favorite places, where the staff recognized me. The host said a friendly hello, and led us to a table that was screened from its neighbors with wood partitions. As we sat down, I ordered two Japanese beers. Randy looked at the menu for a while, and said “This sure is confusing. Tell me what you think I should order.” “Well,” I started, “if you like pork, there is a dish called tonkatsu, which is a pork cutlet that is breaded with special bread crumbs and deep-fried. They serve it cut into strips with a delicious dipping sauce, and rice. It goes nicely with their salad, which has a special ginger dressing. I think you’ll like it. I’m going to get tempura, which is also nice, so we can trade if you like, or just share both dishes. I think you’ll be surprised at how good the food is.” “OK,” he said, and when the waiter came back I ordered a sushi sampler appetizer, a beef and scallion roll appetizer for him, then miso soup for me, a salad for him, and finally the tonkatsu and tempura. While we waited for the food, we talked and got to know each other better. He was a year older than me, brought up in the same town where he now lived. He had also gone to college at a small upstate school. He had been to New York before, but never by himself. He said that he had discovered tuzla eve gelen escort The Adonis as he walked to his training seminar, and that he was really nervous about going in, but in the end said `Oh, what the fuck’ to himself. He liked his town, but was itching to get out and move somewhere that he could be more on his own, and express his sexuality more freely. He had experimented with other guys in his last two years at college, but they were all pretty closeted back then. He was aching for more open experiences and variety with other men. As he gained more job skills he thought he might explore a job in a bigger city. I told him about growing up in the Midwest, and how I had been tutored in gay sex by a handsome grad student when I was twenty. How he had taken me to gay bars, some gay sex parties, and the gay baths in Chicago. How I had gotten more into the gay culture when I moved to Philly to go to graduate school in fine art. And how I took advantage of The Adonis when I came to New York and the Club Baths in Philly. I told him about my studio, and how I painted there, and took trips to locations that I did small paintings that became the subjects for the work in my studio. How I had a lot of friends, straight and gay, artists and non-artists, and how I thought Philly was a great place to live. We continued to talk after our beers and then our food arrived. He really liked the Japanese food, and even tried a piece of sushi, saying that he could see how you needed to get used to the idea of eating raw fish. When we were done, we had both had a couple of beers and were feeling full and pleasantly mellow. He paid the check, saying that his company would have no problem with reimbursing the expense, and headed out into the night to go back to the hotel. Again, in the elevator, we kissed on the way up, and when we got into the room and had latched the door, we drew together and kissed softly and passionately, more tender and less desperate than we had been before dinner. Randy turned on one of the bedside lamps and threw a T-shirt over it so that the light was more subdued and romantic. As we kissed, we started to unbutton each other’s shirts, and then I pulled of his T-shirt and he pulled off mine. I stood back to look at his body. In the glancing light from the bedside lamp, I could see all the hills and valleys of his lightly-muscled torso showing a gorgeous six-pack and sharply defined chest, his nipples already erect from our body contact and kissing. In his pants, I could see his erection lying side-ways and pointing put toward his left hip. I moved close to him again, unbuckling his belt, and pulling it out to drop on the floor, before unbuttoning his waist and unzipping his fly. I stood back to look at him again, and then put my arms around him and pulled him into another kiss. After we broke off the kiss, he did the same to my pants, and when he finished, he pushed them down to my mid thighs. When we kissed, he cupped his hand around my erection, gently stroking it through the fabric of my underpants. He knelt and untied my shoelaces, and I pried tuzla otele gelen escort off one shoe with the other foot, then repeated it on the other foot. He pushed my pants to my ankles as he pulled my body toward him so that he could start to nibble my cock through my briefs. As he worked his mouth over my cock, I raised first one foot and then the other and he pulled my pants off and then my socks. He nibbled and worked my cock some more, and then I pulled him up into a kiss. Now it was his turn, and I knelt and repeated the same thing , taking off his shoes, then his pants, and finally his socks, all the while working his cock through his briefs until they were soaking wet with my saliva. When he pulled me up into a kiss again, we each pulled the other’s elastic waistband over our erect cocks, and shed our last bit of clothing. He took my hand and led me to the dresser and the mirror over it. He came up behind me, putting his arms around me to run them up and down my torso, taking my cock in his hand and stroking me gently as he kissed my neck and ears and I turned my head to kiss him. I felt his hard cock nestle between my buns and he gently pushed it up and down, while I put my hands on his thighs and pulled him closer. “I want your cock in me,” I whispered to him. “All in good time, John,” he said. “I want to take this slow and easy.” “Let’s lie down,” I said, and we walked to the bed. He lay down on the bed, and I lay on top of him, his legs curled around my calves and his pelvis pushing up against mine as we kissed deeply and our tongues wrestled with each other. We rolled over so he was on top, and did the same thing. Then he kissed his way down to my balls, kissed them, ran his tongue up my cock and started to gently and slowly take me into his mouth, all the way into his throat, a re-run of the wonderful oral I had enjoyed from him that afternoon. As he sucked, I moved myself around so that we were in a 69 position, lying on our sides, my cock in his mouth, his in mine. For the next 15 minutes, we sucked, first him leading and me matching his speed and moves, and then me taking the lead. Several times we stopped because we were both so close to cumming, but then resumed after a little rest, where we just caressed each other’s bodies. Finally, he pulled my legs into a position where he could reach my anus with his tongue, and he started to rim me. That drove me wild, and I sucked more and more eagerly on his erection, him pulling away a few times to keep from shooting his load. After about ten minutes of rimming, he stopped and turned around so that we could kiss. “Now will you fuck me?” I pleaded. “Lie on your stomach,” he said. So I did, and he went back to rimming me again. I spread my legs and pushed my ass up to meet his tongue. The pleasure was intense, but I was desperate to feel his hard cock inside of me. After a little while he stopped, reached over to the bedside table for a condom, ripped it open and pulled it on. I reached over for the bottle of poppers, opened it and took a deep drag on each nostril, handing the bottle over my shoulder tuzla sınırsız escort to him as I raised my ass to welcome him in. I felt his cock at my hole, and reached around to guide him into my warm love tunnel. I was completely relaxed and there was no pain at all, just the wonderful feeling of him filling me, possessing me. “Are you OK?” he whispered. “I’m in heaven,” I answered, and started to pull away from him then push into him, fucking myself with his cock. He lowered his body onto mine, and the feeling of his muscular, warm chest against my back was sensational and I moved under him in waves and he kissed my neck and shoulders. I love being fucked in lots of positions, particularly lying on my back so I can watch my partner’s muscles work as he moves in and out of me. But tonight, I thought that him taking me from behind was just right, and I was happy with one position for our love-making. Randy was clearly getting more and more excited. It was not only more than three years since he had been fucked, but the same since he had fucked someone, and he was making up for lost time. His thrusts became more and more energetic, probing deeper and deeper into me. He raised himself on his arms to get more leverage, and as he did so, I knew that the end was soon, I took the poppers and two more big hits, handing them to him. When he was done, he started his sprint to the finish, reaching under me and stroking my cock in time with his thrusts. In a few more seconds, I went over the edge, shooting my load on the towel we had thought to put under me when we started. My anus contracted around his cock and pushed him over the edge, and he collapsed on my back. I turned my face for him to kiss me as he came shot after shot in the condom inside me. Finally, it was over, and we were both spent. He rolled off of me, and I turned over, so that we could kiss as we moved our sweaty bodies together, kissing and caressing as we wound down from the high of making love again. “Babe, that was fucking incredible!” he said. “I’d almost forgotten how great fucking is!” “Yup, the fucking best!” I said. With that, I wiped myself with the towel, and we both got under the covers, snuggling as we fell asleep in each other’s arms, totally fulfilled. Early in the morning, I was awakened by the warm sensation of a mouth on my cock. For a while I thought that I was dreaming, but then realized that Randy was going down on my morning wood. He kept it up for a few minutes, before coming up to kiss me awake. He grabbed the last condom from the bedside table, rolled it onto my cock, added some lube, and then mounted me, riding me to another climax, followed a minute later by his shooting his load all over my chest. We again showered together and said, “I’ve got to catch a train to Albany in a an hour and a half. Let’s go get some breakfast, and make some plans, OK?” “OK,” I said. I, too, had hoped that we might get together again. He was too good and too nice for just a fleeting one-night stand. So we dressed, and went downstairs, and I went out into the fresh bright sunshine while he checked out. Over breakfast, we made tentative plans for him to come to Philly for the Memorial Day weekend. I looked forward to introducing him to some of my favorite haunts, friends, some bars, and even a night at the baths. Looking back on my experience, I had never expected to find something so fine in that grungy den of iniquity, The Adonis!

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