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Subject: C’est La Vie! 3 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 2, I described my first sexual awakening–and confusion–at age 12, looking at body-building ads at the back of comic books. C’est La Vie 3: 1978, Lessons from Jason In 1978 and I was a junior at a large mid-western state university. It was April, close to the end of the school year. I was twenty and was still too young to hang out at the bars, and being a university town, they were strictly carded, and I looked young for my age. I had lived a sheltered life so, while I knew that men had sex with other men, I wasn’t really all that clear on what they did together. At the same time, I was really turned on when I saw good-looking guys, especially bare-chested, nicely muscled guys in shorts, or tight jeans. In the spring after a long winter, anyone with a body to show off was taking advantage of the warm sun, and showing it off to the girls and…? I had a lot to look at. It seemed that I always had a hard-on, but didn’t know what to do with it. Pathetic, or what? I was puzzled at how to approach these vague longings. I didn’t know any gay guys, at least any that were openly gay. I didn’t know how to approach anyone. I thought that I would get beaten up if I hit up a straight guy, and I hadn’t a clue how to read the signs. Years later I learned that I wasn’t alone. One day, my roommate brought a small paperback home called The Twilight Sex; it was a series of “case studies”–I think fictional–of homosexuality. All the things one would expect were there: profiles of effeminate girly boys, stories of guys that were baited by straight men and beaten up or shaken down. There were also a couple of stories of guys that really hit it off together, and fell in love. The thing that really got my interest though, was a chapter describing a night at the baths–who thought that such places existed? And were they legal?–where the teller of the story witnessed all kinds of sex acts between men, and ended up sucking a hot muscle boy then fucking him. Wow! That really turned me on, and I jerked off many times thinking about doing that. I wondered where such a place was, or even if it was real. One day in the student union, I was looking at the message board, a place where students arranged for weekend rides home, sold things, or posted other messages. I will never forget the card I saw at the bottom of the board. It said: Young, hot, and ready? Male grad student, 24, wants to teach younger guys who are eager to learn. Call after 5 on Friday…and it gave the phone number. Was this what I thought it was, what I was dreaming about? I was so excited, that I skipped the last class of the day, went back to my apartment and jerked off twice, fantasizing about what might happen tuzla eve gelen escort if I called. At five I picked up the phone and dialed the number, but put it down before the phone rang. I did it three more times, and each time my courage failed me. What if this is a trap, I thought. Finally, I decided that it wouldn’t hurt to talk–I was under no obligation to take it further–so the fifth time I let it ring until I got an answer: “Hello, this is Jason,” a pleasant masculine voice said. “Hi,” I answered nervously. “I…I saw your note on the message board.” “Cool,” he said, “you understand what I’m looking for?” “I think so,” I answered nervously. “You’re looking for guys you can tutor about…um�being with other guys?” “Exactly,” he said. He went on to ask me about myself, and he described himself as athletic, about 5’11” and 165 lbs. He asked if I would like to come over and meet him later. “If you’re uncomfortable, we can just have coffee and that will be that.” He sounded so nice that I said yes, and we set it up for 7:30 that night. At 7:30, I was standing in front of his door, wondering what I was getting myself into. I couldn’t chicken out now, so I knocked and a few seconds later the door opened. Standing in front of me was this really hot guy–by now I did know what hot was!–with tanned skin, dark curly hair, dark eyes, and handsome face and sensuous lips. He was wearing a T-shirt and gym shorts, and they set off his smooth muscular arms and attractive legs covered with soft black hair. The attractive bulge in his shorts didn’t escape my attention either. He invited me into a neat, tasteful apartment, and motioned for me to sit on the sofa. He asked if I wanted a beer, and I said OK. A minute later, he was back with the beers, and sitting next to me on the sofa. We clinked our bottles, and he smiled and toasted “To education,” which I thought was funny. We talked a bit about school; he was a grad student in art, and I was an art major (I thought that I had seen him somewhere before). He asked if I had ever been with a man before. I said no, and he said, “But you are attracted to guys and don’t know what to do?” And I said,”yeah.” So he said, “Well then, let’s take it slow so you can learn to enjoy it. I want you to learn to have a good time with other guys,” and he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Surprisingly, for me, it seemed totally natural and was not in the least shocking. It just seemed so right, like kissing a girl you really liked on a date must be for hetero boys. Pretty soon, we had our arms around each other, our lips were open wide, and our tongues were exploring each other. I had an incredible, raging hard-on, and when I felt his hand on my thigh, I almost came right then, I was so excited. I was feeling his body through his shirt, and it was tight and hard. As I explored his chest, he unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and then and pulled off my undershirt, caressing my chest and nipples, which I had never known were so sensitive. “Now mine,” he said and I pulled his T-shirt off over his head, and feasted my eyes on tuzla otele gelen escort his lean, muscled body, with his beautiful pecs and washboard abs, and a little love trail up to his navel. He took my hand and moved it to his thigh and gradually moved it up to his gym-shorts, so I was touching his erection through the cloth. He moaned softly, as my hand felt another man’s hard cock for the first time. Now he was unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my pants, and unzipping my fly, and again I almost came; feeling the zipper move down over my hard cock was incredibly exciting. He whispered to me “Let’s go into the bedroom,” and he got up, and taking my hand, led me to the bedroom where there were several candles burning around his double bed, and a big mirror on the wall next to the bed. Standing next to the bed, we had our arms around each other, kissing passionately, and grinding our cocks together through our pants. We parted, and each of us stripped as quickly as we could, eager to be together without anything between us. I stood with my own straight seven-inch cock pointing up. His was a little longer, thicker and slightly curving up, probably about seven and one-half inches. It was the first hard cock other than my own that I had ever seen, and it was beautiful. He asked me to sit on the edge of the bed, and he sat down next to me. He put one arm around me, and the other on my chest. He started kissing me softly on the neck and his hand moved slowly down my chest, across my belly, and his fingertips started softly and slowly swirling around the head of my hard cock. The sensation was incredible. He kept that up as he slowly kissed and licked his way down my chest, over my abs, then moved sideways to my hips, and down one thigh. As he did so, he slowly moved in front of me, first bending over, then kneeling on the floor as he gently pushed my legs apart and his kisses moved up one thigh, down the other and back up again. All the while his fingertips were feeling ever so lightly up and down my throbbing cock. Next he turned his attention to my balls, licking, kissing, blowing warm breath on them, teasingly stimulating them. I closed my eyes, and lay back on the bed. I had never imagined what pleasure another man’s mouth could give me, and this was only the beginning! His free hand moved slowly over my abs and chest, and once again found my sensitive nipples, caressing each in turn. Then I felt his tongue start to slowly lick its way up from my balls, along the underside of my cock. The sensation of his light finger-touch was replaced by the warm wet feeling of his tongue. He got to the base of the head, and his tongue swirled around the sensitive spot at the base and then around the whole head. I thought I would explode, but I was enjoying it so much I wanted it to last, and I started multiplying numbers in my head, a technique I had discovered to distract my attention and hold off cumming when I was jerking off. Then the moment came: his lips kissed the tip of my throbbing meat, and slowly, slowly, slowly, surrounded my cock and moved fraction-of-an-inch by fraction down to the base, with the most tuzla sınırsız escort delicious teasing pressure. For the next ten minutes, the longest–and the fastest–ten minutes that I think I had ever experienced, he moved his lips up and down, rolled me on his tongue, used light pressure, firm pressure, sucked, pulled off, kissed me, ran his lips up and down the underside, twisted, went straight, held my cock at the base, let go: a smorgasbord of feelings for my very first blow-job. He brought me to the brink, ten or more times then held back to start the process again. The torture was exquisite. While he was performing his oral magic, his hands were exploring my chest, abs, sides, arms, legs, even my back, with the most beautiful, sensuous touch. Finally, he started to speed up and apply just a little more pressure, and in a few strokes of his beautiful lips, he pushed me over the brink and he kept right on sucking as I emptied what felt like a gallon of cum into his eager throat. Even though I had cum when I jerked off that afternoon, this was like I had had it bottled up for days. When I was done, he held me in his mouth a while and then started kissing his way up my body again until he was lying on me and our mouths were glued together in a passionate kiss, our legs over the edge of the bed. Feeling his hard, muscular body on top of me was wonderful, and I was so excited that my cock stayed fully erect. He slowly repositioned us so that we were lying lengthwise on the bed. He rolled over so he was on the bottom, and wrapped his legs around mine, capturing me with his muscular thighs. We kept kissing and caressing, and I was beginning to wonder when he would come, or what I should do to help him. Again we rolled over, with him on top now. He propped himself up on his arms, reached to the bedside table for some lube, and rubbed it on our cocks on bellies. Then, still propped up on his arms, he started a series of in-and-out motions with his pelvis, rubbing our cocks together. Watching his muscular body working over me was incredibly exciting, and seeing his big cock next to mine was mind-blowing, and my still-hard cock was building to another climax. I said softly, “Jason, I want to see you cum on my chest.” He smiled and said, “Oh, God, I’m so ready.” He kept dry fucking a little while, then he moved so that he was straddling my body, his muscular thighs along-side me, and his cock pointing straight at me. He put more lube on his cock, and said “Just stroke me slowly, John.” He closed his eyes, and as my hand closed around his throbbing cock, he moved his hips back and forth, moving his cock in my fist. My other hand moved up his chest and found one of his nipples, first caressing and then squeezing harder as he moaned “Oh, fuck yes, John, oh yeah.” After a couple of minutes, he sped up, his breaths coming short. I knew he was close to cumming, and I took my free hand and started pumping my throbbing cock. He exploded long ropes of white cum on my chest and neck. I thought I might find it disgusting, but had the opposite reaction. A few seconds later, I shot again, hitting him in the small of his back. It was incredibly sexy. When he was done, he bent over to kiss me, and our bodies melted together as we caressed each other, and eventually fell asleep. I was thinking, I wish all my teachers were this good. That was just the start of my education though, because there was a lot more to come that night and the weeks that followed.

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