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 told how I went to my first sex party at Armand's had sex with 25 men before a session with the "door boy", fucking him in the Jacuzzi outdoors on the roof deck.
1000 Men: 1998 PERFORMING WITH ARMAND
After my encounter with the "door-boy" in the Jacuzzi, I went down to the second floor to make notes in my diary. It was now about 12:15 am and I had not had sex with Armand or the black twins, both of which I wanted before the party ended, but time was growing short.
When I came back upstairs, Armand saw me come in and came over to me.
"Ready to put on a show, John?" he asked.
"Hmmm, I wondered when you were going to get around to it," I replied.
He led me over to one of the beds at the end of the room. Apparently, the regulars understood the plan, because as we approached, the guys on the bed moved off and took their action elsewhere.
There was a group of about ten or twelve men standing near the bed, and those that were engaged in sucking or making out stopped while we made our way to the bed. Armand had a towel around his waist that did nothing to cover up his massive erection. I put my arms around him and kissed him, while he grabbed my cock and cupped his other hand around my balls, giving me a good squeeze and making me gasp loudly. I moved my hands around to his ass and pulled him up so that he was just on his tiptoes and I could push him against the bed. I gave him a little shove so that he sat on the bed and then fell back onto his back, legs over the edge.
I knelt in front of him, whipped off his towel, and watched his massive erection spring up. I had seen him having sex with other guys over the course of the evening, but had not witnessed him fucking anyone, though that was of course possible since I was not paying attention most of the time I was making it with other guys. However, he did seem extra hard and ready for a really hot time with me.
I bent forward and started licking up and down his cock, and working his balls with my lips and tongue and taking them one after the other into my mouth while my hands stroked slowly up and down his pole. After working on him for a few minutes like that, I decided to take the plunge and deep throat him the best I could. In preparation for tonight, I had been practicing on a big dildo just about his size: working to open my throat and get more of it down than I had been able to previously.
So I slowly moved my lips down his huge cock taking it into my mouth inch by inch. I, of course, could not get it all in, but I did a lot better than I had my first time with him, getting about two inches away from his pubes before I couldn't get any more in. Then I slowly came up to the tip, swirling my tongue around the underside, and pulsating my cheeks in and out as I did. I brought my hand around the base of his cock, and let it follow my lips up to the tip, and used my other hand to slowly stretch his balls downward. He was having a great time, and he arched his back and flexed his hips to push his cock into my eager throat. His hands moved to my head and guided my speed and depth to his own satisfaction.
I kept going for about ten minutes, and a couple of times he pulled me off so that he wouldn't cum too soon. After the third time, I stood up, put my hands on the bed next to his chest and leaned forward to kiss him, letting his hard cock push against my belly and moving my body back and forth over it to keep up the stimulation.
"Baby, I want to feel you in me. Are you ready to fuck me, Armand?"
"Oh yeah, I can't wait," he said.
Some of the guys standing around couldn't believe that anyone could be fucked by such a large tool, judging by their whispered comments.
I just turned and smiled, and said "Wait and see, this is going to be great!"
I lay across the bottom of the bed on my back, so that the audience could get the best view of Armand's big cock as he entered me. Someone passed him a magnum condom and the bottle of lube and he rolled it down slowly on his cock and lubed himself up until he was slick and glistening. His lubed fingers spent a few minutes probing my ass, starting with one and building up to four, twisting around until I was moaning loudly and was stretched open.
"Armand, don't keep me waiting," I said, and he responded by pushing my legs up on my chest, aligning his cock at my waiting hole, and bending forward to meet my lips as his cock slowly pushed its way in.
"Ohmigod!" gasped a couple of the guys as he entered me, "he's really going in!"
It may have seemed impossible to some of them, but I of course knew better, having already experienced him in me, albeit with me in control as I rode him. This time, I was at his mercy, and I did not know whether to expect a slow gentle fuck or a real pounding.
He started out slowly, savoring the feeling of each prodigious inch penetrating me and then withdrawing almost all the way. But I also knew that he was primed to finish his satisfaction and sure enough, he gradually picked up speed. He was moving his body up and down, swiveling his hips, and doing all kinds of things to vary the sensation for both of us.
He was truly a masterful fucker, and he knew, perhaps from other performances, what would turn on the audience. Indeed, many of them were either jerking themselves off or jerking their partners as they watched. By this time, most of the other men at the party had joined us, and all eyes were on us.
However, a few of the guys could not resist mimicking the action, and I could see at least three guys getting fucked as they were standing, their partners working their nipples, or holding their hips as they pounded them from behind.
It probably didn't take more than five minutes before Armand went over the edge and I followed a few seconds later. Armand pulled out, whipped off his condom and started shooting his prodigious load all over my chest. My cum joined his, and we finally collapsed together to the applause of the other guests, our lips meeting for a final long kiss.
We were both smiling, and a bunch of the other guys were patting us on the back with comments like "Hot show" or "Me next?" or, to me, "How do you take him all without splitting?" Armand led the way to the shower, and we stepped inside under the hot water to wash off the cum and sweat.
It was almost 12:45 am, and the party was winding down. I had had sex with twenty-six out of the thirty men there (though one, Armand, didn't count toward my project goal) and was satisfied with the evening. Not only had it been a success for my project, but it had been a hell of a lot of fun too. There was just one thing missing though, and that was hooking up with the black twins. Throughout the evening, we were eyeing each other, but it seemed that when I was available, they were not, and when they were available, I was with someone else. Also, I really was aching to have them together. Something about having sex with two men who were exactly the same was unbelievably exciting.
Armand and I had been in the shower or a minute or two when, lo and behold, the twins came into the bathroom, opened the shower door and stepped in with us. In a matter of seconds, Armand and I each had one of them in our arms, kissing and running our hands over their amazing, water-slicked bodies as their cocks rose to full attention.
A couple of minutes later, we were both on our knees, doing our best to deep-throat their beautiful ebony poles. They were not as big as Armand, but they were both really well endowed, and again, completely identical even down to the slight sideways curve of their cocks.
We sucked for seven or eight minutes, taking turns changing partners. Armand and I had just cum of course, and the twins let us know that they would probably not be ready for a while since each of them had cum just a little while ago.
Armand got up and said, "It's getting time to wrap things up," and so, regretfully, he gave each of us a peck on the cheek and left the shower to let the revelers know it was time to finish up and get dressed.
I was in the shower a couple of more minutes with the twins, and said "Getting going with you now is really frustrating. I was hoping for more. Would you like to continue this back at my place? You're welcome to stay the night if you'd like."
They smiled at each other and both answered "Yes" simultaneously, almost like they were one person.
"Great," I said, "we'll catch a cab and be there in a few minutes."
They smiled and stepped outside the shower, dried off, thanked Armand and headed down to the locker room to get dressed. I did the same, and a couple of minutes later we were down at the corner hailing a cab to my apartment.