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 hooked up with a gay trucker who approached me in the shower room at a Nebraska truck stop, how we ended up in the deluxe sleeper cab of his big rig, and how he fucked me, and then I fucked him as we watched a Falcon video on the TV over the bed.
1000 Men: 1998 WEST TO DENVER
I awoke the next morning ready to head west again. There was a bathhouse in Denver that I wanted to check out that night, and my trucker's list included a couple of rest stops on the way that might yield some enjoyment. It was not a full day's drive to Denver, and I didn't want to get there too early when the pickings at the baths might be a bit thin. So I took my time getting up, and getting some breakfast.
I got on the road and enjoyed the wide open spaces and panoramic skies of Nebraska. A lot of people don't like driving where the landscape is flat, but I really enjoy it, especially when there is a lot of cloud activity setting off a background for the grain elevators and other structures projecting out of the flat plain. As I drove west, the landscape became drier and more western looking, and the altitude gradually increased.
A little before noon, I needed to pee and headed into a rest stop. As luck would have it, it was one on my trucker's list. I parked that car toward the end of the row, as I had done before, and went in to pee. No one else was in the men's room. I went back outside, and decided to take a little rest. I got a book from the car and sat down at one of the picnic tables to read. The day was warm and balmy, and I took off my shirt to get a little of the warm spring sun on my back.
I had been there about half an hour, during which time a number of cars came and went: some families, some couples and singles. Finally, a car came slowly into the parking area with a young man behind the wheel. He cruised slowly down the row of parking places, scanning the scene. He parked a couple of slots from my car, and got out, stretching like he had been driving for a while. He quickly adjusted his crotch--an action that a lot of guys do after driving a long time--and headed toward the bathrooms. As he passed my table, his eyes locked on mine a little too long, and he smiled a faint smile. I thought I would check things out.
I followed him into the men's room a few seconds later and stood at the urinal next to him, unzipped and pulled out my cock. Of course, I had just peed a little earlier, so I was not ready yet. He looked at my cock, and finished peeing, and then stood there, milking the last few drops out of his cock. After a minute or so, his milking turned into full-on stroking and his cock swelled until it was almost completely hard. I looked at his eyes and smiled. He was probably about 22 or 23, slim, with boots and a western shirt on, and close-cropped dirty blond hair and a tattoo on his forearm.
He smiled back, looking at my cock and licking his lips. I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up, nodded for him to follow me, and left the bathroom. I headed down to my car, and a little while later I saw him come out and follow me. I got into the driver's seat, unlocked the passenger door, and reclined my seat. A few seconds later, he opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. We were the only people in the lot now.
I unzipped and pulled out my stiff cock, shoving my pants down my thighs and spreading them slightly. He responded by doing the same, then reached over to stroke me, while I pushed his head down to take me into his mouth. He sucked me eagerly, at the same time stroking his own cock.
While he sucked me, several other cars came and left, unaware that he was giving me head at the end of the parking lot. A few minutes later, he was desperately sucking when he shot his load on the floor in front of him. He stopped sucking me, and slumped back in his seat, a satisfied smile on his face. A minute later, he stuffed his cock back in his pants, and I did the same, and he thanked me, said goodbye and walked to his car. It didn't bother me that I had not cum, given my hook-up last night. And I expected that I would have some action at the baths in Denver.
I headed west on I-80 some more, to the spot where the northeast corner of Colorado tucks into the Nebraska pan-handle. There I picked up I-76 heading southwest to Denver. I had directions to get to the CCC Club, a gay bath house near the downtown area. I turned onto I-70 to head toward the exit I wanted, and decided to check into a motel just off the highway. From there, it was not a long trip to the baths. I figured that I would take a little nap and get some dinner, then head over to the baths around nine.
I found a small Japanese restaurant a few blocks from the baths on the second floor of a complex that had several other Japanese and Asian stores, and had a passable Japanese dinner of miso soup, sushi and a beer. Then it was time to head to the baths.
My expectations were not high, given that it was a Monday night, but also because I had heard mixed reports about the CCC. I checked in, and the attractive young attendant gave me a quick tour. The rooms were clean, and relatively spacious (everything in the west seems to be more spacious), and there was a video lounge and some of the other regular amenities. It didn't look like there were a lot of guys there yet, but I was willing to wait.
I settled into my room, got undressed and put on a metal cock-ring. I laid out my supplies on the little shelf next to the bed and headed out into the hallway to look around. I passed a couple of older guys, not trolls, but not real attractive either, and nodded as I passed, their eyes glued to my sculpted body.
I went into the video lounge for a while and watched the porn, taking out my cock to do a little stroking while I watched. A couple of guys came in and looked interested in what I was doing, and so after a while, I got up, wrapped my towel around me and headed out to my room, looking at them as I left. I knew that they would follow soon.
Sure enough, a few seconds after I was back in my room, sitting on my bed, one of them appeared at my door, rubbing his chest, and then massaging his semi-hard cock through his towel. I nodded him into the room just as the other man appeared at the door. I told him to leave the door open, and pretty soon his towel was on the floor and I had his cock in my mouth while he moaned softly and slowly pumped his cock into my face. The other man stepped up behind him and put his hands around his chest to work his nipples. The first guy was now moaning loudly as I worked his cock and the other guy worked his nipples. The second man then dropped his towel and started moving his hard cock up and down between the buns of the guy I was sucking. That started to really drive him wild, and he turned his head to the newcomer and said "Will you fuck me?"
The second guy did not answer, but reached over on my side-shelf for a condom and lube, and a few seconds later had his cock buried in the first guy's ass as I continued to suck. He probably only pounded him for a minute or two before he pulled his partner to his chest, worked his nipples even harder, and shot his load into the condom. A minute later he was out of him, the condom was in the trash, and we were left together.
"Do you want to fuck me too?" asked the guy I was servicing.
"Definitely," I responded. "Why don't I lie down and you can ride my cock."
"Sure, dude," my partner replied. I lay back on the bed, he got a condom and rolled it down on my cock, lubed me up and climbed on board. He rode me energetically for the next seven or eight minutes while I stroked his cock and worked his nipples some more. Then I felt him tense up, and he started shooting all over my chest, a big creamy load. Finally he collapsed onto me, with his cum between our chests, and we shared our first kiss.
"If you want to fuck me some more later, I would like that," he said.
"Sure, see you around, man," I replied, not really expecting it to happen. We both got up and headed to the showers.
I stayed at the baths until midnight. There was a brief influx of guys around 10:30, but there never were more than about fifteen men there total at one time. Nevertheless, I had a good evening, getting together to suck or fuck or be sucked or fucked by a total of twelve guys before I decided to call it a night. However, just as I was about to hang it up for the evening, I saw a really attractive man about my age who I had caught a glimpse of earlier, but thought had left, since I had not seen him again. We were sitting in the video theatre and got to talking and I told him that I was about to leave. He had come with a friend, and they had spent a lot of time together, but he said, "Gee, I wish that I had seen you before. I would have loved to spend some time getting to know each other."
We talked a little more and I told him that I was passing through, staying at a motel off of I-70, and heading west in the morning. "What time do you have to be up?" he asked.
"Well, I'm not really on a strict schedule," I replied, "just wanting to get to San Francisco in two or three more days."
"Would you like to spend the night together?" he said. "I don't have to be at work until noon tomorrow and it would be great to spend time with a hot guy like you."
He seemed nice enough, and I had certainly brought a lot of strangers home in my life, so I said, "Yeah, that would be cool. But I'm starved now, and I would love to get a bite to eat,"
"I know a great all-night taco joint," he said. "Let's get dressed and meet at the reception desk."
So we went back to our rooms and met a couple of minutes later at the entrance to the baths, then headed out. He had come in a cab from his place not too far away.
He said, "Do you want to come back to my place, or go to your motel?"
"Either way is OK," I said. "What do you want to do?"
"I have a roommate," he said. "Your motel would be better, if you don't mind."
So we had a couple of tacos, grabbed some beer from a late-night store and headed back to my room.
When we got there, we took off our jackets, I got out my condoms and other supplies from my pockets, and said to him, "C'mere."
He stepped over to me without any hesitation and was in my arms kissing me a second later. We took our time kissing and undressing each other. The desperation to have sex and climax quickly had been taken care of earlier in the evening, so we just spent time enjoying each other. He was in good shape too and very masculine: he said he worked out about three times a week. But he had not worked to get the defined ripped body I had. Instead, he had a thin layer of fat that smoothed out the hills and valleys of his muscles, and gave his body a wonderful, soft surface over a muscular base. He had a light crop of hair on his chest and more on his arms and legs. All-in-all, a great looking guy.
And nice too! My natural tendency to be cynical is often put to the test by other gay men. Yeah, I have met a lot of jerks, like we all have. They're just part of the human condition. But, given a chance, most gay men, in my experience, will reciprocate friendliness and tenderness. I think that maybe we have had more loneliness in our lives than most straight people, and so when we sense that someone is willing to open up a little we respond. My new friend, Robert, was no exception.
We made out and talked quite a bit. For some reason, neither of us was sleepy. He worked for an insurance agency, but his real passion was music, and he played piano and keyboards in three bands as well as playing classical music for himself. He was knowledgeable about blues, jazz and country music, and had played all three professionally. I was in awe, having studied piano for twelve years and never gotten much good at it.
Over the next couple of hours, we cuddled, kissed, caressed and sucked each other, just taking it easy, laughing a lot and having some slow and easy love-play, punctuated by occasional hits from the poppers bottle.
Finally, we were kissing with him on top of me, and I said softly, "I'd like you to fuck me Robert."
He just smiled, kissed me some more, slipped on a rubber, and was soon inside me, my legs over his shoulders, his hips moving in and out slowly and easily, rotating, pumping his legs, and bringing us slowly to a mutual climax. We came about a minute apart, and then he settled back down on top of me for more kisses and caresses, as we both faded into sleep.
In the morning, around 10 am, we woke up and he kissed me and asked if he could take a shower.
"No problem," I said, "I'll take one after you."
A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, drying himself off with his towel, his hair mussed up, and looking incredibly sexy. His cock looked to be half-hard. I got out of bed, gave him a kiss and his cock a little squeeze and headed into the bathroom.
When I came out, my cock was beginning to swell in anticipation of seeing him again, and I was not disappointed. He was lying on the bed on his stomach, his towel under him, his legs spread, and his ass elevated so that I could see his pink, puckered hole.
"I have a little present for you before I go," Robert said, and moved his ass up and down provocatively.
I didn't need any prompting and immediately dove onto the bed between his legs and started working his ass over with my tongue and lips. He responded with energy, pumping his hole up to meet my probing tongue and swiveling his hips in my face.
My cock was rock hard now--I often feel hardest in the morning, even if I have already pissed--and he was begging me to put it in and take him for a good ride. I slipped on a condom, added a little lube to his spit-slicked hole, positioned myself, and as I pushed in, lay down on his back as he turned his head and our lips met.
For the next ten minutes, we had a really hot fuck, never changing position, just switching up the rhythm, him sometimes hooking his feet over my calves for some extra leverage, me pushing myself up on my arms to get more room to move and to watch my cock moving in and out of his hot ass, and then reaching under him to grab his cock and stroke him. All the while he was active, never a passive bottom.
I had his cock in my hand and he gasped, "I'm gonna cum," and he started shooting on the towel beneath him. The contractions of his sphincter as he shot pushed me over the edge and I unloaded into the condom in his ass, and then we collapsed into a happy heap on the bed.
A few minutes later, he said he had to go, to stop by his place and get dressed for work and do a couple of quick errands. I told him I would drop him off at his place. I wanted to get on the road, and decided I would just get coffee, stock my cooler with ice from the motel ice machine and a few things from a nearby supermarket, and head west into the mountains.
We exchanged email addresses and phone numbers and I said I would be in touch when I came back east. He said there was a possibility of a tour with one of his bands later in the year, and if they were near Philly, he would let me know. I pulled up in front of his house, we kissed and parted, both happy for our short time together and I headed for the I-70 west on-ramp.