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Subject: What A Life! 13 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 to Nifty 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! 13 2008, SKINNY GUY, BIG COCK It was late on a Saturday night, or, more accurately, early on a Sunday morning. I had gone to bed around eleven after a dinner out with friends and a very good bottle of wine. I took a quick shower before bed and I slept soundly until about 1:30, when I awoke, needing to take a whiz. I got back into bed, but couldn’t sleep. My mind was churning, thinking about a hot, young guy I had seen at the restaurant as we were leaving. I was horny as hell. I thought: I can relieve myself, but it would be a lot more fun with someone else. I walked over to my computer and logged on to ist and clicked on the M4M postings. One near the top of the page immediately caught my eye. The posting title was: SKINNY BOY 20, BIG COCK, WANTS OLDER I clicked to open the posting and noticed that it had been written about 5 minutes earlier. It said: 6’0, 155, brn/brn smooth white boy, 9c wants to make love with a man over 45, HWP Horny as hell. Don’t email, call… …and it listed a phone number. I had never had a lot of luck on ist, but I had hooked up a few times. This sounded perfect though. Certainly worth a call, and there was always my hand and imagination if it didn’t work out. I called and he picked up the phone on the second ring. “Hi, I read your posting.” “That was quick,” he said, “I just put it up.” “Well, I’m horny too,” I said, “and I haven’t been able to sleep. I think I may fit what you want.” “Tell me about yourself,” he said. I said, “Well, I’m 49, 6 feet, 165, smooth, around 7 uncut, and I really like making love, like kissing, caressing, lots of foreplay. I’m completely versatile.” “Me too,” he said. “I like to give and receive.” “So, why don’t we get together?” I said. “I can host. Where do you live?” He told me and it was only about 10 minutes from my loft. He said “I could try to get a cab, but at this time of night it might take a while.” “No problem,” I said, “I can pick you up in about ten minutes.” “Cool!” he said, “that will give me time to jump in the shower.” We traded names, he gave me his address, I quickly threw on some clothes, picked up my keys and walked down the block to where my car was parked. Twelve minutes later I was pulling up in front of his place, just as he came out of the door. I must say he looked hot from a distance: handsome, thin but wiry, wearing jeans and a T-shirt tuzla escort with flip-flops. He walked to the door of the car and inquired “John?”. “Yup. Dan?” He nodded yes. I said, “hop in.” In the car I could look at him more closely. He looked very young, with soft cheeks covered with peach-fuzz and a boyish face like a 16-year-old. I said “You really look hot, but I need to ask you something.” “What’s that?” he said. “Well, I’d rather not get in trouble with the law, and I’d swear you don’t look a day over 16.” I guess he was used to it, because he smiled sheepishly and pulled out his driver’s license. Handing it to me he said “Yeah, I often get that reaction, but as you can see, I really am 20. I have a man’s equipment to prove it too.” I looked down between his legs and could see a prodigious bulge there, where his cock was working to get out of his jeans. “OK.” I said, “let’s go.” We got back to my loft and parked in the same spot down the block. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of him as we walked the few yards to my place, and my cock throbbed in my pants as I followed him up the stairs, watching the sexy roll of his cute ass. It looked firm, but was not a bubble butt by any means. Rather, the slim tight ass of a young man. I could also see that his shoulders were wide, but his waist was very slim, maybe 28 inches or so. I couldn’t wait to get him undressed and explore. When we got in my loft, I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. My bedroom has a couple of items that make sex there a lot of fun. The first is a set of mirrored doors on my closets next to the bed, and a mirror on the ceiling so you can watch as you have sex with your partner or partners. The second is that I have a bed that is high, so it is just the right height to stand next to and fuck someone lying on the edge. Dan looked around and saw my supply of condoms, my bottle of lube and my bottle of poppers next to the bed. He put his hand in his pocket and took out some magnum-sized condoms and added them to the pile. I came up behind him and put my arms around his waist as we faced the mirror. I nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his ear and whispered “What do you want to do first?” “I like what you’re doing now,” he said, “just take the lead and let’s see where this goes.” My hands were on his narrow waist, my hard cock pushing against his firm little ass as he pushed back. I worked my hands in under his T-shirt and slowly moved them up over his taught abdomen. His physique was lean, hard and lanky. His abs didn’t bulge like a guy who works out a lot, but the muscles were beautifully defined and he was smooth with silky skin. Slowly I pushed his shirt up until I came to the slim, chiseled slabs of his pecs, crowned by two wonderfully erect nipples. I eased his shirt over his head and slowly moved my hands up and down his slim, hard torso, while he sighed with pleasure. I brought my hands up to his nipples and gently massaged them and then started working them between my thumb and forefinger with a little more pressure. pendik escort His sighs turned into soft moans, and he moved his hands on top of mine, guiding them as I worked. I kept nibbling and kissing his neck and his lean, muscular shoulders. After a few minutes, I let my hands move down his body to undo his belt, and then unbutton his jeans. I unzipped him and slowly pushed his jeans down around his thighs as he turned his head so that our lips met, and we kissed our first kiss, soft, with tongues searching. We paused briefly as he kicked off his flip-flops and shrugged his jeans down his legs, covered with soft dark hair. He was now standing in front of the mirror in a pair of tight boxer-briefs, his huge hard-on straining to push out of the fabric on one side. I again pulled him to me, and slowly moved my hands down over his waistband, gently caressing his hard cock through the cloth stretched over it. He moaned “Oh, yes, baby. That feels so good.” After a few minutes of quiet feeling its thick nine inches, I hooked my thumbs in his waistband, and pulled them down slowly over his erection, until it stood out in front of him, curving up slightly and standing at about a 45-degree angle. In the mirror I could see his beautiful balls, balls of a size that perfectly matched the monster cock above them. He was completely shaved, which made his equipment seem even bigger. I gently took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked it while he moaned appreciatively. “I think I am going to have some fun with this guy,” I whispered to him. I took my arms from around him and he turned around and said “I want to see you naked too.” He pushed his hands under my shirt and eased it off over my head, then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pushed them down, before putting his arms around me and pulling me into another kiss, his cock against mine in my briefs and his cock-head pushing against my navel. I kicked off my sneakers and shed my pants. Standing in front of him, he pulled my briefs over my erection and held it in my hand, warm and firm, stroking it slowly, as I pushed my briefs down and kicked them off. Then we were back into another kiss, this one more desperate, more passionate, hungrier, with our hard cocks pushing against each other’s bellies, our moans building. I gently turned him around and moved him to the edge of the bed, where I pushed him backward on the bed, and fell on top of him, my feet still on the floor, his draped over the side of the bed. Slowly, I worked my way down to his nipples, across his chest, down to his abs, tonguing up to his nipples again, and back down, each time going a little farther toward his hard cock. Finally I got there, and I knelt on the floor in front of him, holding his hard monster in my hand, wondering what I was going to do with it. It didn’t take me long to decide. I held him in my hand, kissed the tip, then worked my tongue around the ridge of his head, letting the head slip into my mouth and out again. Then I kissed my way down to the base and worked my way back up, running aydınlı escort my slightly open lips back and forth over the length of it from the base to the head. He was moaning louder and louder, and bucking his hips up in desperation. Finally, my lips moved over the head and I held it as my tongue probed his slit, then my mouth moved slowly down until I had about half in my mouth and his head was in my throat. I held him there a little and then slowly moved my mouth up and down on his hard shaft, while my hand found my own cock and started milking it to the same rhythm. His hips bucked up to fuck my face, and my other hand held the base of his cock, stroking it as I sucked. It was not long before he said, “You gotta hold off or I’ll blow.” So I turned my attention to his balls and the space between them and his puckered pink hole. I repeated this sequence of sucking, and ball-work several times, sometimes taking a little time to move up and kiss him, or work his nipples again. Finally, I turned my attention to his ass. I pushed his legs up until they were folded against his chest, and started rimming him, tonguing his hole and probing it with my warm, wet tongue. He slowly jerked his own cock as I rimmed him the best I knew. My mouth was really turning him on, and his moans were even more uncontrollable, interspersed with cries of “Oh God!” and “Yes, yes yes.” Finally, I stood up and bent over him to kiss him and he begged me “Please fuck me, I can’t stand it any longer.” I smiled, reached over and got a condom, ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it on as he lay there panting desperately. I got some lube and swirled it around his ass, pushing a finger and then two in to loosen him up. Finally I lubed my cock and placed it against his waiting hole, leaned over and entered him as my tongue entered his mouth, stifling a deep moan. We kissed deeply as I picked up speed, using my position standing on the floor to raise and lower myself, rotate my cock in his hungry hole, pull almost all the way out and then slam it in again. I picked up speed, and took his monster cock in my hand and started stroking it in time to my fucking. He started working his own nipples and yelling, “Oh, God, oh yes, that feels so good, so fucking fantastic, fuck me baby, fuck me John, fuck me, fuck me, oooohhhh�.” In another few seconds, I saw his balls pull up, his face tighten, his back arch and then his cock start to shoot its huge load all over his chin, mouth and chest. As he pumped out his load his ass grabbed my cock hard and I started pumping into the condom in his ass, three, four, five, six shots. I slowed down and kept slowly fucking him until I became too sensitive to do it any more, then I pulled out as I slowly bent over and we shared a tender kiss. I grabbed a towel from the bedside table and wiped the cum off his chest, then climbed into bed, lying back on the pillows as he moved around to lie next to me. His head was cradled in my arm, and my other arm was slowly massaging his heaving stomach and chest, feeling his hard quivering muscles as he slowly unwound, gasping for breath. We lay there for fifteen minutes in the after-glow of our mind-blowing sex, and as we did so, I gradually move my hand down to his limp cock–also quite a handful–and gently caressed it as we kissed.

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