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 related how I had gone to Armand's monthly sex party and met two stunning twin brothers, Deon and Leon, and how they had gone home to spend the night with me, and how we had a fantastic 3-way with me in the middle, fucking one while I was being fucked by the other.
1000 Men: 1998 BROTHERLY LOVE
Around ten the next morning, as I was becoming wakeful, I started to feel the bed quaking, and when I turned over I saw that the two brothers were awake. Leon was lying on top of Deon passionately kissing him as their bodies writhed beneath the sheets, pressing into each other. A pale light came in around the edges of the closed blinds, and spots of light shone brightly on their muscular shoulders as they started to make love.
They were totally into each other, and it was almost as if I did not exist. They were kissing and caressing, arms and legs wrapped around each other, and bodies undulating as they humped together, their muscles bulging and straining as they found pleasure in each other's bodies.
I wanted to see their performance in more detail, and actually started thinking about going back to doing drawings or paintings of hot guys making love, as I had done earlier in my career. I pulled back the sheets that covered them so I could have a better view, and as they went at it, oblivious of me, I went to a drawer and got out a sketch pad, sat in a chair at the side of the bed, my own erection throbbing and did quick "croquis" drawings--the kind we used to do in art school to capture the essence of a moving model.
As I drew, they changed positions frequently, now wrapped in each other's arms, now one or the other sucking his brother, now moving into a fluid 69. The drawings moved fluidly and quickly from page to page, just a few seconds a piece as I filled the sketchbook, almost like a movie storyboard.
Finally, Deon lay on his back, pulling Leon on top, and whispering "Fuck me, baby."
Leon said, "Oh yeah, bro," and as Deon raised his legs around his waist, Leon's bare cock slid smoothly into his brother. They did it so smoothly and naturally, the result of doing it many times before: no need for a guiding hand or any other assistance, and only a little spit to lubricate.
They moved into an easy, natural rhythm, one that had come from long years of making love together, Leon's long, thick cock gliding in and out of Deon's receptive hole. Their love making was like gentle waves lapping at a shore, measured and effortless, the kind of fucking that could seemingly go on forever. The fucked steadily for the next twenty-five minutes, sometimes with Leon on top, other times, rolling effortlessly over so that Deon was riding Leon, or turning around so that his back was to him. Even when they were moving to a new position, the steady rhythm did not abate.
I kept drawing, and tried to ignore my own hard cock which was throbbing for release.
Finally, Deon was back on the bottom, with his legs around Leon's waist again, and he whispered to his brother "Bring me home, Leon."
Leon did not really speed up, but his fucking became more focused, his muscles tensed up more and he seemed to concentrate every fiber of his being into the way his cock was working Deon's ass. A few strokes later, Deon started shooting his load, and Leon pulled out to empty his own cock onto his brother's stomach.
When it was done, they finally turned to me as if noticing me for the first time. They smiled as I said, "Guys, that was incredibly hot and inspiring. I got it all down here."
I held up the sketch book triumphantly and they reached for it and poured over the pages, seeing themselves making love for the first time. They were enchanted.
"Hey, John, this is so cool. We never knew we looked like that. Your art is really hot, dude."
I said, "I'm glad you think so, but right now, it's me that's hot," and I got up and got lay down on the bed.
Leon kneeled on my left, and Deon on my right and they both went down on me at the same time, running their lips up and down my aching erection, then taking turns deep-throating me, one after the other. While they worked my cock, their hands were wandering all over my body: my chest, my legs, fingers in my mouth, cupping my balls, probing my ass. It didn't take long before I started cumming as they worked my cock up and down between their lips and I shot in their faces, and my own belly.
When I was done, they came up to kiss me, and I licked my cum off their faces. We kissed, caressed and laughed and horsed around for a while longer, then all headed to the shower and got cleaned up, before sitting down to coffee and pancakes.
While we were eating, I told them of my 1000-man project, thanked them for their part in it and thanked them for the inspiration that their morning love session had given me. I promised that I would give them a drawing or sketch from the series I knew that I would do from my croquis session.
Around noon, we kissed and said our good-byes, promising to stay in touch and perhaps to get together for another hot night sometime soon.