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 arrived in Chicago, and in the evening went to the Steamworks baths, where I scored a good number to add to my list, the last one before midnight with an Asian bottom with "fuck me" tattooed on his ass.
1000 Men: 1998 AFTER MIDNIGHT
By now, it was just about midnight. I was having a great time, and had had sex with nine guys so far. I thought that I would take a little break and watch some of the porn videos in my room before going out to explore some more.
Around one o'clock, I headed out of my room and went to the balconied space. I squeezed in among a bunch of other bodies and worked my way to the railing. I was next to two beefy men who were having their cocks worked over by guys on the lower level. I pulled my towel off and put it over one shoulder, and let my cock push through the space in the railing.
In a few seconds, I felt a warm mouth around my cock and looked over the railing to see an overweight older man sucking me. He was really talented, and as he sucked, another guy came up behind me, put his hands on my chest and found my nipples. He worked them and kissed my shoulders, as I felt behind me and took his hard cock into my hand.
The first sucker left my cock and took over on the man next to me, and a second guy moved in on my cock. His style was entirely different. He was a younger man and sucked harder and more desperately. Personally, I liked the older man's technique a lot better, but I figured that another change was in the offing pretty soon anyway. Sure enough, guy number two changed to another cock and a new one took his place. This game of musical cocks kept going for another three men, all in about 15 minutes since I had entered the room. In the meantime, the man behind me had lubed up my ass-crack and was rubbing his cock up and down between my buns. I clenched him with my buns, and I could feel him pick up speed and tense up, and then finally felt a warm gush of cum against my lower back. He kissed my neck, wiped my back with his towel and left. So far, in about 15 minutes, I had hooked up with seven guys.
I thought it would be fun to go down in the pit and work the other side for a little, but first I headed back to my room for a few minutes to record the numbers for the last quarter-hour. When I came back, I headed into the pit and worked my way through a sea of sweating bodies until I got to the rail. Within seconds, there was a hard cock presented to me, and I clamped my lips around it. Also, within seconds, I felt a hard cock at my rear, and a man whispered in my ear "Can I fuck you?"
"Only with protection," I answered, and he stepped aside so that I could see him pull on a condom. Then I felt him lube up my ass, and I reached around to guide him in as a new cock appeared before me to suck.
During the next ten minutes, the man with his cock in my ass slowly worked to his climax, as an additional six men changed in front of me. I was able to get glimpses of all their faces, and I knew that none were repeats from before. Within another quarter hour, I had had sex with nine more men: sucked eight, and been fucked by one. After the man pounding me withdrew and left, I decided to head back to my room once again to record the numbers and take another short break with the videos.
Around two AM, I opened my door and decided to stay there for a little and see who came by. I was naked, and my cock was limp but a bit swollen from all the activity, so it looked pretty good, hanging there. A number of guys cruised by, and some seemed interested, but I decided that I wanted the next encounter to be more special.
A few minutes later, my wish came true. Coming down the hall was a young guy. I would have thought he was sixteen if I didn't know that the Steamworks checked IDs and the minimum age was eighteen. He was my height, maybe fifteen pounds lighter, with one of those natural lithe bodies that guys of that age often have. He did not have an ounce of fat on him, and though he was not very muscular, because of the lack of fat, his chest and abs were really well defined. He had broad shoulders and narrow hips, and an appealing bulge under his towel.
As he came to my room, I could see him looking me over appreciatively. I remembered how, at that age, someone even just a few years older had seemed impossibly old. I also remembered how appealing it could be to fantasize about having sex with a daddy figure, or a boss or coach, or a friend of an older brother or cousin. I wondered if that was what this boy was thinking now. I could see his cock stir under his towel, and realized that he wanted me.
I reached out and put my hand on his smooth, very white chest, and gently ran it down over his abs. "You're really hot, man," I said.
"Muscles are such a turn-on for me," he said, putting his hand on my bicep that I flexed for him.
"Let's get to know each other, OK?" I said, and he silently came into my room and I closed the door.
I pulled his towel off to reveal a beautiful, eight-inch cock, nice and thick. It was really hard, and the skin stretched over the head made it look shiny. His cock was evenly pink and fresh looking, like it had never been played with before, though that was certainly not true. He had almost no hair on his legs, and his pubes were shaved smooth.
I put my arms around him and we started the most amazing kissing, with his body melting into mine, submitting to me completely. For the next almost two hours, we made extraordinary love, kissing, cuddling, sucking, and fucking each other. We did it slow, fast, easy and hard. We spent a lot of time talking too. During our time together, he came twice, and I came once. It was so pleasant and natural just enjoying this young man's body, every inch of it, and to have him give back so completely.
It was getting close to four AM and I either had to leave or renew my room for another eight hours. I told him what the situation was, and he said, "Why don't you come over to my place, and we can spend the rest of the night together." I asked he where he lived. He lived with his parents in a suburb just west of downtown Chicago.
"What about your parents?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm out, and they caught me having sex with a friend when I was sixteen, but now they are totally OK with it. Anyway, I have my own space over an old carriage house behind their house, so they don't always even know when I bring someone home."
"Your parents are certainly a lot cooler than mine were," I said, "but then, again, a lot of time has passed since then, and the world is a different place now."
We agreed to meet in the check-out area, and I would give him a ride to his house. I went to my room, packed up my things and headed down to the check-out. He was standing there, looking totally hot in a tight-fitting T-shirt and jeans. After leaving Steamworks, I said, "How about a bite? I get famished when I'm doing a lot of sex."
"Me too," he said, and so we stopped off at an all-night diner on the way to this house and had bacon, eggs and pancakes, then headed to his place.
When we got there, everything was dark. We parked in front, and quietly made our way to his apartment in the carriage house. It was neat and very tastefully decorated for the apartment of a young man. Most guys that age are complete slobs, with dirty laundry all over the place, but not my new friend, Ian.
Once inside, we went into his bedroom, undressed, and soon were in each other's arms again, making love some more. We spent a half-hour kissing and sucking, but neither of us came. We were too tired.
But when we woke up around noon on Sunday, we were re-energized again, and before getting up, I had fucked him and he had fucked me. We lay together for another half-hour and then showered together, and got dressed.
After getting dressed, Ian called his parents in the main house, and then asked me if I wanted to go out to brunch with them. It sounded a little uncomfortable to me, so I was hesitant, but he said, "Oh, c'mon, they're really cool. They will be really impressed that you're an artist. I think you'll have a lot to talk about."
So we headed into the house, and there I got a shock--one of those coincidences that happen every so often. There on the walls of the living room were three paintings that I had sold from my last one-man exhibit in Chicago. I knew that they had all gone to the same collector, and I think I had their name somewhere in my records, but I didn't know these were the buyers. Ian and I had not shared last names, and so there was no way I could have put two-and-two together.
Needless to say his parents were thrilled to meet me, and I am always happy to know my collectors first hand. Ian seemed really impressed too. I had been awed with how much he knew about art and art history, and now I knew where he got it. His family was passionate about art and they had a very respectable collection, mostly of younger, emerging artists, but also a few more established artists. They had been following my work for a few years, and had bought a couple of drawings from previous exhibits. The three paintings were their first major purchase of my work though. They claimed to have been introduced to me at one of my openings, but I was embarrassed that I didn't remember. There are so many people at openings, and I must get introduced at least a hundred times in a couple of hours.
We all went out to brunch at a good restaurant--Ian's parents' treat!--and then Ian and I decided to hang out for the rest of the day. I had been intending to head west today, but felt there was no harm in lingering in Chicago a little longer, especially with such nice company.
After brunch, we drove back to Boy's Town and decided to go to Steamworks again for a couple of hours. I had promised to stay Sunday night with Ian at his house, so I did not have a problem with him getting it on with other guys until we were alone together later on.
We checked into the baths at around 5:30 and there was a pretty good crowd; not like Saturday, but a lot of guys nonetheless. I think that there are always a lot of guys trying to get in just one more score before the end of the weekend.
Ian got a locker, and I got a room. I told him that he could use the room too if he wanted. We decided to check back with each other on the hour, and we parted ways for a while. Every so often, I would catch a glimpse of him with another man. In the video room he was on his knees sucking an older beefy guy; later, I caught a glimpse of him fucking a young twink in a room.
At one point, I joined him and two other guys in the Jacuzzi for a hot four-way. By eight o'clock, I had had sex with another nine men, and had spent some time with weights working out, since I had not had a good workout since leaving home. When Ian showed up at my room at eight to check in with me, I suggested we leave, get some dinner, and go home for some mutual pleasure.
We headed up the street to Nookie's to get a quick bite, and I ordered a Greek salad and he a burger. When we were done we headed back to his place, arriving there around 9:30. I told him that I wanted to get on the road fairly early the next morning. No reason that we couldn't have a good time together for an hour or more before going to sleep though!
We made love again, ending with him fucking me lying on my back. I was so exciting to see his tight young body over me as his youthful energy slammed his cock in and out of my ass. I played with his nipples while he fucked and periodically pulled him down into a hot kiss. He had come a couple of times at the baths, so he kept his fucking going for almost forty minutes before shooting his load into the condom. A little later, I brought myself to climax and we collapsed together and cuddled until we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I woke around 6:30 in the morning with a raging hard-on, and couldn't resist Ian's beautiful sleeping form next to me, lying on his stomach. I slipped on a condom, and got some lube on my hand and gently massaged it into his ass, as he squirmed and moaned, first in his sleep, and then louder as he slowly woke up.
He spread his legs, and I moved on top of him, guiding my cock into his ass and slowly fucking him as I kissed and nibbled his neck and ears, and he turned to kiss me. We built slowly to my climax, and when I had cum, and rolled onto my back, he climbed on top of me, and kneeling over me, jerked himself to his climax, shooting all over my chest, then moved into my arms for one last big kiss.
A few minutes later, we got up, got in the shower together, and I packed my few things and headed out the door to get on I-88 going west. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, and I promised to be in touch.