This is the fictional memoir of a gay man, told in the first person. The memoir began with the series C'est La Vie!, which covers the years 1970-1997. This series covers the year the narrator turns 40, 1998, and launches an ambitious project to have sex with 1000 men that year. 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!
In the last chapter I described the date I had with Chad, the blond Adonis I had met at the baths the previous Sunday morning.
1000 Men: 1998 EARLY NEXT MORNING
It was great having someone in the same bed while I was sleeping, to turn over and find his warm body there, or to have him turn over and put his arm around me, and hear his soft, very light snores as he slept.
Around five in the morning, I woke up briefly, as I often do. I turned to see Chad lying next to me on his stomach, with his arms up over his head around the pillow. His face was turned to my side, and looked so calm and peaceful, so satisfied. His blond hair shone in the pale light coming through the curtains from the street. I gently pulled the blanket and sheet down until I could see his back and his firm buns and the top half of his muscular thighs, covered with their soft hair. The light glanced across him, shifting slightly with the movement of the tree outside the window in the light breeze.
His muscular upper back was beautiful and looked so taught and broad with his arms up. It made perfect V down to his waist, with those beautiful cords of muscle standing out on either side of his spine, and then swelling into the smooth fullness of his ass. In the brief time I spent looking at this gorgeous man, my cock swelled to its full hardness.
I pulled the covers back up, and snuggled down next to him, with my arm over his back and my cock just touching his hip, and my leg just slightly over his. He shifted in his sleep slightly and pushed up against my body with a satisfied sigh. I let my hand move down slowly over his back, feeling all the hills and valleys of his perfect physique.
He was still sleeping, but started to sigh and moan softly, like he was having a dream. I let my hand move down to his ass, and slowly pushed it down between his buns until I could just feel his puckered hole. He squirmed slightly and parted his legs a little to give me more access. While my fingers slowly massaged around his hole, my tongue and lips softly met his shoulder and my cock started to slowly push against his hip. Now, he was awake, but with his eyes closed.
"John, that feels great, don't stop," he whispered softly.
So I kept it going just like that for a few more minutes before I reached over to the bottle of lube on the bedside table and paused to squirt some on my hand and then work it around his hole. As he felt the slippery smoothness, he pushed his ass back against my fingers and I eased one finger inside and twirled it around, bringing forth a passionate moan.
I followed with a second finger and then a third, while my cock pushed harder against his hip and my tongue and lips continued to work on his upper back. He just kept his arms and hands over his head as they had been. I had been at it about ten minutes maybe, listening to his moans and soft, cooing sounds, when I reached over and got a condom, ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it down with my free hand, all the time with three fingers of my other hand in his ass.
I added some lube to my hard pole, took my fingers out, and rolled over onto his back, as he spread his legs, and I kissed the nape of his neck. The motion was smooth and perfect, and as I pushed toward his waiting hole, he raised his ass and pushed back to meet me perfectly. My head slipped inside and slowly I buried my cock up to the hilt in his warm love-tunnel.
I slipped my hands around to his chest and started working his nipples, as he rolled like a wave under me, meeting my thrusts with a sensuous ripple of his body.
As I picked up speed, working to the finish, he grasped his pillow, flexing his muscular arms and shoulders as the sexual tension built. He turned his head so that our lips could meet, and at that moment, my cock exploded in his ass, and he kept rolling and milking it with his motion and his strong ass muscles.
He kept up the motion, not having cum himself, and I withdrew and whispered, "Turn over, baby."
He quickly responded, and I plunged my mouth down to the base of his throbbing cock. Up, down, up, down, up, down, only three times, and I felt the warm gush of his cum in my mouth and the sweet-salty taste that I love so much. Exhausted once again, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Around seven, I felt him leave the bed, and heard him in the bathroom, the shower running. When he came back into the room, he had a towel around his waist, his skin pink and glistening from the shower. He pulled off the towel and I watched as he slowly covered up his beautiful body as he got dressed. Finally he was done, and he came over to the bed, bent down to kiss me, and said "Lots to do at the lab today. I need to do a quick workout at the gym and go to work."
"Wanna get together next Wednesday?" I asked.
"Definitely," he said, "same plan?"
"Works for me," I responded, "I'll give you a call on Monday or Tuesday."
"Have fun with your project," he said, with a bit of a smirk on his face.
"You're just jealous," I taunted.
"Damn right," he said, "but there's always the baths on Saturday. Maybe I'll see you there if I go."
"Maybe," I said, but I knew that this Saturday was Armand's sex party and that I would probably not have much energy for anything after that.
Chad waved good-bye and let himself out the door. I stayed in bed for another half hour, enjoying the memories of the night, then got up, got on my gym gear and headed out to the gym.