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Subject: What A Life! 21 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! 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! 21 2012, College Boy The new profile jumped out and grabbed my attention. I had been online around 8:30 Wednesday evening looking for some action. I was horny, and wanted some mid-week relief. I had logged on to three different cruising sites that I use, looking for someone. There were lots of guys there, some I had met before, and some that I had emailed, or IM-ed. And, as usual, there were a few new profiles to look at. I knew that I could find someone; I nearly always could. Forget the ones without a picture; forget the 20-somethings trying to meet 20-somethings; forget the SM/BD crowd, the WS and TV/TS crowd. That’s not what I was looking for. I just wanted to spend the evening making slow love to another hot guy, age and build not important. Of course, I like young, hot guys; who doesn’t? But I’m a realist, so that was not my expectation. But there was that new profile smacking me upside the head: “College Boy ISO Daddy” said the headline. I had never seen it before. Must be new. I clicked it open to read the whole thing. It went on: “Slim, smooth college dude wants some hot loving with a man 45-60, HWP, DDF” His stats: 21, 6’0″, 160, swimmer’s build, 7c, University City, prefer to travel, versatile, kissing, body contact, anything but pain and humiliation His IM button was on, so he was online. I just hoped that he was by his computer. I clicked it to start a conversation: �hi i think i fit what ur lkng for. wanna? There was a pause of about 30 seconds, while–I assume–he opened and looked at my profile. –yes –2nite? –when –any time. soon –ur name? –alex –u –john. my place? –ok, where are u –old city, u? –u of p –got a car? –no –public trans or I pick up –faster if u pick up He gave his address. –20 minutes –30 want to shower –how will I know u –i’ll be in front, red t, jeans, phillies hat, u? –black pickup –ok –see u soon �.and we logged off. I did a quick cleanup and brushed my teeth. I had taken a shower and douched earlier in preparation for an anticipated night of sex with someone. I went down to my truck, parked behind my loft, and drove to the University of Pennsylvania area. Alex lived on a street a few blocks west of the university in a three-story Victorian house. Exactly thirty minutes after we logged off, I pulled up in front, and he was standing there on the porch, talking to a couple of friends or roommates, athletic guys his age. He saw me coming down the block, said goodbye to them, and they smiled–knowingly?–as I drove up, all-in-all a hot-looking group of guys. I rolled down the window on the passenger side as I pulled to the curb. “Alex?” I asked. “Yeah. John?” he replied. “Hop in,” I answered in response. In the car, I got a closer look. He was handsome, with black hair, blue eyes and long eyelashes, a sensuous mouth, and smooth skin, closely shaven but darkened by the newly-shaved beard that emphasized the planes of his strong jaw and cheekbones. His tee, large on his frame, draped across a chest that showed a nicely developed, high set of pecs, and settled around his narrow waist, as he sat in the passenger seat. As he turned to get the seat belt, I got a glimpse of his tee stretching across his left lat, and a little bulge as his bicep flexed when he retrieved it and buckled himself in. He reached over to shake hands, and smiled a little shyly, then sat back, his legs spread, his hands on his thighs. As we pulled away from the curb, I glanced down at his legs and crotch. I saw what looked like a nice package, draped by too-big jeans low on his hips, like a lot of college boys are wearing. But I could see that his thighs were really well developed, more muscular than one would expect for the rest of his body. We drove a couple of blocks to one of the main streets going toward Old City, and settled into the twenty-minute drive to my place. I looked over at him and said, “Alex, you’re a hot guy. You’re getting me excited already.” He blushed, “Thanks. You’re really attractive too, better than I expected. I didn’t know what to expect from an online hookup.” “This is your first time cruising online? Where have you been?” “Well, the gay community at college is pretty big, so I didn’t really feel the need before. I had some friends doing it, and they all said I should try it. Anyway, I have always been attracted to older daddy types, and they are harder to meet at college, though I have had some hot experiences with older guys I met at bars or in the steam room at the gym. Anyway, I wanted to try it. It’s incredibly exciting for me.” “Yeah, I notice,” I said, looking at the growing bulge in his tuzla escort jeans. He looked down at his crotch and smiled sheepishly. “Between the IM-ing, the anticipation, and meeting you, I’m really hard.” “Me too” I said, turning off to a quieter, parallel street. “Tell me, what do you like to do?” “Pretty much everything. I really have a fantasy of giving pleasure to an older man, worshiping his cock, feeling his body all over, giving him pleasure with my body, fucking him or letting him fuck me, whatever he wants. I like the feeling of security an older guy gives me. I like to hear talk that is not all college shit. I really want to make love, not just blow and go, if you know what I mean.” “You have really incredible thighs,” I said, putting my hand on his left thigh. “What do you do to make them like that?” I left my hand there. “I run a lot, and I do competitive cycling, so in my workouts I spend a lot of time on my legs.” “I can’t wait to feel them, to kiss them, to have you wrap them around me,” I said softly, moving my hand a little higher. He shifted his butt a little in the seat and his hand rearranged his hard cock a little. It was probably binding up on his underwear and was a bit uncomfortable, straining against its confines. I had to squirm around a little too to relieve the pressure in my underwear. I moved my hand up to his erection in his jeans, and felt it’s length through the fabric. He gasped slightly and sighed, then put his hand on mine. “That feels really good,” he said. “I’d love to see it,” I said. “Will you take it out for me?” “Here in the truck?” he asked, incredulous. “Yeah, why not?” I said. “On this narrow street, nobody can pass us, there aren’t any high vehicles like buses that can see into the truck, and if we have to stop at the corner, just put your hands over it. And it’s dark out. Nobody will be the wiser.” He shrugged, undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper. I caught a glimpse of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his white briefs. He lifted the elastic over his cock and pulled it out. Just like advertised: about seven inches, and cut. But incredibly hard, and completely straight, no curve up, down or to the side. His cock-head was perfectly proportioned to the length and thickness, which was perfect also. I knew that he was not too big for me to deep-throat, or too thick to work on a long time without tiring my jaw, if he wished. I reached over and slowly closed my hand around his beautifully man-meat, gently caressing it. “Oh, God,” he whispered, “I’m so hard, I can’t wait.” We were now coming close to a supermarket on the way to my place, and I saw an opportunity: I pulled off into the parking lot and drove to one of the corner spaces, where the passenger door was next to a wall. “What are we doing here?” Alex asked. “I can’t let that beautiful cock wait,” I said. “I gotta taste it now.” “Here? In public?” he asked a little anxiously. “Yeah, why not?” I said. “Public sex is fun. Anyway, I’ll be bent over, working on your cock and nobody will see me. You’re just a guy waiting in a truck. If someone starts to come over, let me know, and I will sit up, and hold up my keys, like I was bending over to find them. It’s a bit flimsy, I know, but most people won’t think anything of it.” With that, I bent over his hard cock and let my mouth slowly descend on its whole length. “Oh, Jesus, that feels good,” he gasped. “Oh, fuck, oh shit, oh Godddddd,” as my mouth slid up and down on his hard meat. My lips were working, my tongue was exploring the tender spot just under the head, and his hips started to move up and down to meet my mouth. It didn’t take long. Between his anticipation of meeting a man online, his daddy fantasy, and his being twenty-one, he was supercharged, and pretty soon, he was spewing sweet-salty cum into my throat, gasping for breath, and moaning loudly. I swallowed every last drop, and stayed attached to his cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore, with his post-cum sensitivity. I sat back up, with a huge smile on my face. “Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to get home. I saw that beautiful dick of yours, and, well, I couldn’t control myself. I’m sorry.” “Man, I’m sorry I came so soon. I was just super-excited, I guess,” he said, when he regained his senses. “No problem,” I said. “At your age, I had no problem going for it again in a few minutes, and–unless you’re abnormal for a twenty-one-year-old–I would guess you will have enough stamina and cum for whatever happens tonight.” “Yeah, I think so,” he said, smiling. He stuffed his half-hard cock back into his briefs, pulled up his pants, zipped up and buckled while I backed up and drove back out, all the more anxious to get home and have Alex in private. We pulled up behind my loft and parked. It is rare to have your own parking spot in this part of town, but I had lived here since the mid-80s, when it was still a sketchy industrial neighborhood, living was illegal, and the old loft buildings were cheap as dirt. I had bought this small loft building then, put in a lot of sweat equity, and rented two units I had developed in the building, and built out myself. Over the years, this income had helped a lot as the market for my art went up and down with the economy and prevailing taste. I asked Alex to go ahead up the three flights of stairs, partly to be polite, but mostly so pendik escort that I could look at those thighs and his tight ass as he climbed in front of me. I was already hard, and now I was even harder. I opened the door to my loft and ushered him in. “Cool, man!” he exclaimed, “this is awesome!” “Thanks,” I said, “I’ve been working on it for a bunch of years. Always a work in progress.” My floor-through loft was divided by sliding panels I had designed and built. Behind them, I had a bedroom and bathroom, but the rest of the space was a large flow-through area for cooking, eating and living. I had two sofas, a long leather-upholstered bench and comfortable chairs, and I have to admit that some of the arrangements were done to make sex–and sex parties–more fun. We walked into the living area, and he stopped in front of a chest with a big mirror over it admiring a collection of small sculptures by some of my friends. “Man, these are beautiful,” he said, looking them over. “So are you,” I said (I couldn’t resist the opening, corny as it was), and came up behind him and put my hand around his waist, moving up against him and nuzzling his neck. I moved my hands up under his shirt, feeling his belly and moving up to his chest. I loved feeling his young, smooth, taught skin, warm and silky under my hands. “Mmmmmm�.” he murmured, closing his eyes and laying his head back against my shoulder. I pushed his shirt up and he raised his arms so that I could push it off over his head. I looked at his torso in the mirror. He had a beautiful young swimmer’s build, defined, but not cut, just natural. There was a very thin layer of fat under his skin to soften the edges of everything, and a nice trail of dark hair leading from his navel and disappearing under the elastic of his briefs. His briefs showed a couple of inches above his jeans, low on his hips. “You’ve got a gorgeous body, Alex,” I whispered in his ear, then kissing him on the neck. I stepped back and looked at his broad shoulders, diminishing to a narrow V at his waist, with the two cords of muscle at the base standing out on either side of his spine. I put my hands on his shoulders and moved them over his delts, and down his arms, feeling the taught, ropy muscles of his biceps and triceps. I moved them back up over his shoulders, and gently down his smooth back, then them move around to his belly again. I kissed his neck again as I undid is belt, then unbuttoned his jeans, and slid down the zipper. His oversized jeans slipped down to his knees and I caught my first glimpse in the mirror of his beautiful thighs, and his cock, still hard, straining against the bright white fabric of his briefs. I let my hand drift down lightly over it, causing him to gasp again, but I didn’t let it linger too long. I turned him around and took him in my arms, his hard cock pressing through the fabric of his briefs against mine in my jeans. We kissed, and I ran my hands up and down his strong back, and down onto his firm ass, encased in his briefs, then slipped them under the elastic to feel the smooth, hairless skin of his buns. His hands moved up to unbutton my shirt, slowly moving down, one button at a time, pulling it out of my pants, skillfully undoing the buttons on my cuffs and pushing it off over my shoulders, then pulling my undershirt up and off over my head. His arms were completely around me again, our lips locked, our groins grinding, his hands exploring my back and cupping my own ass. Then he started on my pants, my belt, my button, my zipper, pushing them down around my thighs, pulling me close again, only the thin layers of our briefs between us now. We paused and moved apart, taking a minute to undo our shoes and get out of our pants, then standing and facing each other in our briefs, erect cocks making thick ridges to one side. He stepped forward and slowly trailed his knuckles up my torso, looking at me with a sweet smile and lustful eyes. I reached out to cup his hard cock lightly in my hand and he returned the favor, before moving together into another deep kiss, which lasted a few minutes. I don’t know exactly what he was thinking, but I was hugely enjoying making out with him, taking it slow, and getting to know his young body. In front of the sofa in my living area, I have a leather-upholstered bench I designed and had built for me, about eighteen inches wide and six feet long. On it, I keep a couple of ornate silver-plate trays to hold books, magazines, drinks and the like. I can take these off and use it for extra seating at a party. But the real purpose of this furniture is another place to have sex, and there are a lot of possibilities with such a narrow “bed”. Alex looked over at the bench and said “Can I give you a massage? I took a course last summer, and I got to be pretty good at it.” “Sure,” I said. “That sounds great.” I moved over to the bench and removed a tray, carrying it to the dining table, Alex following me with the other. “Did you learn massage strictly for therapeutic purposes, or to get into guys’ pants?” I joked to him. “Guilty as charged,” he replied with a smile. “Just lie down on your stomach.” I did as I was told, and he went to stand in front of me at the head of the bench, where I could get a really good look at his meaty thighs, covered with soft black hair. He slowly slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, slowly lifted them over aydınlı escort his hard cock and pushed them down, turning around so that I could see his ass as he bent over to work them off his feet. Then he turned around again so that I could see him with his beautiful, straight erection standing out almost a perfect 90� from his pubes, a gorgeous dark triangle, neatly trimmed. His balls were hairless, and I suspected that he shaved them. The head of his cock glistened in the low light of the room. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but decided to let him call the shots. Standing at my head, he bent over and starting working on my back, moving his hands from my shoulders down to my hips and back. As he bent over me, his cock occasionally brushed against the hair on the back of my head, sending shivers down my spine. He worked on many variations of that for the next seven or eight minutes, kneading the flesh of my ass through my briefs, working the kinks out of my shoulders, and my cock throbbing almost painfully under me against the smooth leather upholstery. For the next fifteen minutes he worked on my back, legs and arms, moving slowly around me, and all I did was occasionally reach out and feel the hard flesh of his legs, with their soft furry covering. Then he asked me to turn over. He was still smiling that lustful smile, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my briefs, I lifted my hips, and he lifted them over my erection and slid them down my legs. My cock was harder than it had been in a long time, and bobbed up and down slightly with the beats of my heart. Again, he stood at my head, and started working on my shoulders and chest, moving his hands down to my waist and back up again. As he did so, he bent over me and his cock was just a few short inches from my mouth. It was all I could do not to move my head up to lick and kiss it. “Later,” John, I told myself, “you’ll have plenty of opportunity.” He moved around to work my legs, which he did for a while, and as he did, he gradually moved to the insides. The insides of my thighs are exquisitely sensitive, and he would move his hands slowly up until his palms were on either side of my cock, and his thumbs were lightly touching my balls. Again and again he did that, each time giving my balls just a little more pressure. Finally, he started letting light touches to my cock be included in the rubbing, and they felt almost electric. His eyes got a dreamier and dreamier look in them as he worked, and finally, neither of us could stand it anymore: he bent over and kissed my cock and then used his tongue to work my balls and move up slowly from the base of my cock to the head, swirling around my glans, and then slowly taking my hardness into his throat. After all the anticipation and slow foreplay, his mouth almost pushed me over the brink, and I used all my powers to resist it. My hands played thorough his hair as he sucked me, and moved over his young shoulders. I took his hands and put them on my chest, where he found my nipples and started gently caressing them. I felt suffused with a wash of warmth concentrating in my cock. A couple of times he brought me too close to cumming, and I pulled him up into another kiss, caressing his cock and feeling his meaty thighs before he went down on me again. Finally, I pulled him up into a kiss and he lay on me, our cocks pressed against each other, his legs over the sides of the bench resting on the floor, then pushing against it as he dry-fucked me, our cocks sliding together next to each other on our sweaty bellies. “I want to ride you,” Alex said softly. “Look in the drawer of the end table,” I said, nodding toward the sofa. Alex went over and came back with a condom, lube and a bottle of poppers I kept there. He ripped open the condom, bent over and rolled it down my cock, squirted lube on his palm and lubed both my cock and his ass. Then came the moment I had been waiting for. He straddled the bench, reached behind him and bent over to kiss me as he guided my cock into his ass. We both sighed in satisfaction, and kissed as he held still and got used to the fullness inside him. Then he slowly started his ride. And what a ride it was! His legs were bent, solidly planted on the floor, as he slid up and down my lubed pole. He had his hands braced on either side of my chest, and my hands played over his thighs, feeling his massive quads contract and ripple as he pushed himself up and down first slowly and then picking up speed. A couple of times, he bent forward, never losing his rhythm, to meet my lips, first hard and hungry, another time light with tongues lapping at each other. As he picked up more speed, I reached out to his cock and started stroking him. I knew that we wouldn’t last much longer, and sure enough, after just a few more strokes on his cock, he started exploding hot jizz all over my throat and chest. The contractions of his ass as he came pushed me over the edge, and as I came, I sat up, pulling my chest to his, hands around his shoulders, and shoving my tongue down his throat, moaning loudly. We sat upright like that for a minute or so, then collapsed back on to the bench, his chest against mine, his cum squishing between our sweaty skin, our mouths linked. After a few minutes he sat back up, smiling broadly. “Wow, that was really hot,” he said, beaming. “What’s next?” “Whoa, wait just a minute,” I joked, “Us old guys need just a little time to recover. Give me at least five minutes.” “OK,” he chuckled, “but not a minute more.” “Let’s jump into the shower,” I said. “You’re on,” he said, and we headed off to the shower before starting round two.

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