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 about, on Wednesday, meeting an old friend in Marin County for the day, and then coming back to town to a message from the escort service to do a call--that I accepted--for a young dot-commer who I fucked; and how when I got home from that one, there was a call for two more appointments, one at 9 (an in-call for a 50s married man who wanted to worship my body and get sucked) and one at 9 from a fairly hot gay man from Oklahoma wo fucked me three times. On Thursday, the day of my opening in the evening, I got a call for an appointment in the afternoon with a nice man in his 30s who had lost his older partner recently and was having a hard time getting back in the dating game. He asked me to fuck him and we talked about how he could meet guys (not through the escort service!) and promised to stay in touch. I told about my museum opening and dinner, and about a call when I got home to do an appointment the following evening with another hot escort from the agency, Angel.
One Thousand Men: 1998 ANGEL
I had set my alarm for 5:30, but I woke up a few minutes before. I got on some clothes, grabbed my art supplies and French easel, and headed out the door, past a coffee shop where I picked up a coffee and a scone, and then was headed out to Pt. Reyes. I hoped to be there by 6:30 or so, and with the light early morning traffic, it was about 6:45 when I got there.
The light was sublime, and the clouds were hanging out over the Pacific. There was nobody around, and I hiked down the beach for about a half mile before setting up my easel and starting to paint. I painted solidly for about three hours, then took a fifteen minute break sipping on the coffee from my Thermos and then launching into another painting.
I took a break around 12:30 and went to the little cafŽ on the beach and got some lunch. Then I got in the car and headed back along the road to where I could see the creek that headed out to Drake's Bay. I worked there for several hours marveling at the richness of the scene before me, before packing up my gear and heading home.
I was tired from a late night before and getting up early. It was about 5:00 when I got home and lay down for a nap. I got up at 7:30, and realized that I didn't have that much time before picking up Angel and going to our appointment. I fixed a quick bite, and took a shower, douching myself out in anticipation of getting fucked by Angel.
Per our plans, I gave Angel a call before leaving my place, and picked him up a few minutes later. He was standing on the sidewalk in front of his apartment building, and he was a stunning sight. He had a handsome, masculine yet boyish face with broad cheekbones, and sensuous lips. His complexion was a light tan, a combination of his natural skin color--I was to discover when he was naked--and a suntan. He had very black eyes and slightly curly black hair that enhanced his boyish appeal. He had expressive eyebrows, the almost met in the middle, like Frida Kalho's.
At 5'10" his body was a little more compact and heavily muscled than mine, but he was not muscle-bound. He was wearing a tight white muscle shirt and a pair of loose-fitting jeans that rode low on his hips, and yet managed to show of what was obviously a nice, full basket. He had spiky black tattoos around both biceps and was wearing high-tops that were neatly laced, but untied. My cock started swelling as he walked gracefully toward the car with the gait of a cat.
"Angel?" I said, giving his name the English pronunciation as he had on the phone. "Hop in."
"Been looking forward to meeting you, Ivan," he said with just the faintest Spanish accent. "Have you ever met with this client before?"
"No," I said, "I just started with the service a few days ago. I'm only in San Francisco for a few weeks."
"Yeah, I thought you were new," he said. "I've seen this guy a couple of times before with other guys from the service. He's a chubby guy in his early 50s. He's a little weird, but actually pretty nice, and he always tips well. All he wants to do is watch, not touch, though he's welcome to. He likes you to act out a pickup scene, and he sometimes requests that you do a certain position, or something like that. He also likes it if you're verbal. All he does is sit in a chair in the corner of the bedroom and jerk off. Sometimes, he does it once, and when he has cum, he is wants you to finish and leave. Other times, he cums and keeps jerking. One time when I was there with another escort, he came twice."
"And you had sex with the other guy the whole time?" I asked.
"Yeah," said Angel with a little laugh, "not a problem for me, but he needed Viagra."
We pulled up in front of a neat, modest house a few blocks from the ocean. Angel said, "I'll go into the bedroom with him. You ask to use the bathroom, then come in about fifteen seconds later. I'll be standing there like I'm hanging out on the sidewalk, and you start the pick-up scene, OK? By the way, you got a cock ring?"
"Sounds like a plan, I said. "Yeah, I put on a metal cock-ring before I left home."
"Good," he said. "The client really gets turned on by cock rings and toys. I have on a leather strap, and I brought a big dildo in my pack, and we can use that on each other too. It really turns him on."
"Me too," I admitted, and he merely smiled wickedly.
Angel rang the bell, and a few seconds later our client answered the door.
"Hi Angel," he said. "Come in." He was wearing a polo shirt, beige Dockers and boat shoes, and he looked a little nervous and anxious, like he couldn't wait to start.
"George, this is Ivan," said Angel.
"Your profile doesn't do justice," George said, letting his eyes drink in my body. I had put on a tight tank top and 501s, and looked the part.
As George led the way back to the bedroom, I asked if I could use the bathroom, and he pointed to a door as he and Angel went into the bedroom. I could see the chair in the corner where he would sit.
A few seconds later I came into the room. It was pretty large, with a queen bed, a big dresser and mirrors on the side of the bed. The easy chair where George was sitting was about ten feet from the bed in the far corner, and next to it was a bottle of lube and some poppers. There was also lube and condoms next to the bed, plus a stack of small towels.
I walked into the room, as if I was cruising for sex on the street. Angel, leaned against the wall, with his feet crossed and his thumbs hooked in the waist of his pants. He looked incredibly sexy, and slightly thuggy, slight pout on his face.
I walked up to him and said, "Lookin' good, man. Got a cigarette?"
"Sorry," he said, "no cigarettes, but I got a real big cigar you might wanna smoke."
"OK, take it out," I said, and he walked over to the bed.
I followed him and came up behind him, putting my hands on his shoulders and letting them slowly slide down his well-muscled biceps. "Let's work our way to that cigar slowly," I said.
He murmured "HmmmmmÉ"
Kind of a corny start, but our client was sitting in the corner and rubbing his growing hard-on through the cloth of his pants, so figured we were doing the job. I moved my arms around to Angel's chest and felt the hardness of his pecs under my palms. I nibbled at his ear and he leaned his head back. I started kissing his neck and moved my hands slowly down his torso to the top of his pants, then back up again, feeling his hard nipples protruding through the fabric of his shirt. My cock was rock-hard by now, and I could see the bulge in his jeans steadily growing and pushing them out in front of him.
He turned his head and our lips met, and he pushed his ass back against my hard cock. My hands moved down his shirt again, and this time I slowly pulled it out of the waistband of his pants. I let my hands move slowly up his abs under his shirt, pushing the shirt up with them. When I came to his nipples, I started working them between my thumb and forefingers, softly and then harder.
He moaned "Man, that cigar is really getting ready to smoke."
I eased his shirt off over his head, and saw the beautiful patches of silky black hair in his arm pits, then I turned him around and kissed him on the lips, letting my hands slowly move up and down his back. I looked down and could see a prodigious bulge where his stiff cock was pushing against his pants.
Angel reached down and pulled my shirt out of my pants and slowly went through the same sequence with me that I had with him. While my arms were still raised, he buried his tongue in my left armpit and worked it all over until it was really wet. He then moved down to my left nipple and remained there for a while before moving on to my right nipple and finally my right arm pit.
Out client was really turned on by what we were doing, and he had opened his belt, unzipped and pushed his pants down around his thighs. He had pulled his cock and balls out of the fly of his boxers and was stroking, staring hard at the show we were putting on and lying back in his chair, his hips at the front edge.
We switched so that I was back to working on Angel. I gradually worked my way down his torso, working his armpits and nipples again and then all the valleys of his ripped abs. I was now on my knees, licking around his navel, and unbuttoning his jeans, then unzipping him, slowly lowering his pants down his thighs, feeling the soft hair on his legs, working with my lips and mouth as I took off his shoes, and pushed his pants all the way to the floor so that he could step out of them.
His big cock bulged in the tight white briefs he was wearing, low-rise, square-leg style, as I felt his strong thighs and leaned forward to kiss the skin just above the waistband of his briefs.
Then I moved forward to mouth his hard cock through the fabric, as he moaned "Oh, yeah, man, that cigar is ready to smoke."
I glanced out of the corner of my eye at our client, who was concentrating really hard on what was going on, and beating his cock faster than before.
I gently pulled Angel's briefs over his hard cock, and out it sprang. It showed up dark against the contrast of the lighter, un-tanned skin around it. The profile was right. He was endowed XXX, at least nine inches long, very thick, and uncut. His foreskin was stretched over the bulging head of his erection, the tip of his cock just peeking out. His whole cock was a much darker brown than his body, and the tip showed pink-red through his foreskin.
I gently pushed his foreskin back, and he murmured "Yeah, man, smoke my cigar." Our client moaned appreciatively from his seat in the corner.
I took Angel in my hand and kissed the tip, ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, which curved up slightly and to one side. I nuzzled and licked his balls, which matched the size of his cock perfectly, and he spread his legs so that I could work the insides of his thighs, while my hand explored his hard member.
Then I was back up to his cock, this time letting it slide as far as I could take him into my throat, and Angel saying, "Smoke it man, smoke it."
I started a slow in-and-out rhythm, and as my mouth worked on him, I unbuttoned my jeans and got my own cock out to stroke. He moved his hips in and out, face fucking me, me gagging on his huge meat. I kept at it for six or seven minutes, Angel very vocal as I sucked him, directing me what he wanted me to do. The words really were a turn on to our client, and I heard him moaning loudly, as he built to a climax in his chair.
Angel pulled me up into a kiss, as I stuffed my cock back into my briefs and pulled my pants up, just in time to see our host shooting his load onto his belly, jerking furiously to get the last squirts out. Then angel repeated for me what I had done for him, gradually moving down my body, working my nipples and pits, tracing my abs, pushing down my pants, the whole thing, until he had my pants off and was working my hard cock through my briefs. He pulled them down, and plunged his mouth down on my cock, expertly sucking me, and quickly bringing me close to cumming.
I pulled his head away, and he turned his attention to my balls and thighs, and I looked over to our client who by now had another erection and was stroking his cock again. Angel went back to my cock, and up to my nipples, kissed me, then back to my cock and so on, each time bringing me close to shooting. We were both being very vocal, partly because that turned our host on, but mostly because we would have been anyway, we were having such a good time.
We were about a half hour or thirty-five minutes into our performance, when Angel came up to kiss me again, and said "I have another cigar I think you would like to try out."
"Cool," I said, "let's see it."
He went to his bag and pulled out a dildo, about the same thickness as his own cock, but longer.
"Are you planning to murder me with that?" I said in mock disbelief.
"Naw, just show you a little fun, and get you ready for the real thing," he said. "Lie down on the bed."
I did as he said, and lay face down on the bed, with my legs spread a little. He got the bottle of lube and squirted some on my ass and let it dribble down toward my hole. He squirted more on the dildo, and then started rubbing it up and down in my crack. It felt really good, and I started moving my hips up and down in response. Finally he moved the tip of the dildo to my hole and slowly pushed. I relaxed, and the head popped past my sphincter, and I felt myself gradually filling with the length of the monster. He finally pushed it all the way in. I looked at our client, sitting there staring bug-eyed in disbelief that anyone could take so much up their ass. I wasn't totally comfortable--dildos don't have the supple flexibility and warmth of a real cock--but I was willing to experience this to give a good show, and because Angel was doing it so gently and skillfully.
He worked the dildo in and out of my ass, as I gradually moved my ass higher and higher in response. I was lying with my head and shoulders on the bed, and my knees all the way up now, giving perfect access to my hole.
Angel, pulled the dildo out, put on a magnum condom, lubed himself up and said "Now it's my turn." He knelt behind me and pushed in until I felt his balls against mine.
This was too much for our client, who yelled "I'm cumming," and shot once more onto his belly.
We didn't stop though. Angel held tight to my hips and bucked his big cock in and out of my ass, then rose to his feet, squatting with them on either side of me so that he had great maneuverability, and could push is cock up and down, side to side or rotate his hips. All these moves gave me incredible sensations inside and it was all I could do not to cum myself.
He fucked me in that position for about ten minutes, and then we turned over and he pushed my legs up against my chest, glued his mouth to mine, and shoved in again, fucking me in the position that I most love. The whole time, he kept up a stream of vocalizing, words, moans and grunts. Our client had quickly gotten erect again and was madly beating his meat toward a third climax.
After about five minutes of fucking me hard, Angel slowed down and now as fucking with incredible intensity, putting all his energy and concentration into each thrust, feeling each millimeter of his own cock an my ass. He reached down and took my cock in his hand and stroked me to his thrusts, and I felt myself rising to an intense climax.
A minute later, my cock started erupting, shooting me in the nose and chin and leaving ropes of cum all over my chest. I was frankly a little surprised, since I don't usually cum in that quantity unless it has been several days since the last time.
Angel yelled, "Oh baby, yeah, fuck yeah," pulled his cock out of my ass, whipped off the condom, and shot a huge load that mingled with mine on my belly and chest.
A few seconds later, our host unloaded for the third time. Angel collapsed into my arms, kissing and slowly humping me as we would down.
We all took about five or six minutes to get to where we wanted to move at all, and finally, Angel stopped kissing and caressing me, and our host had wiped himself up and pulled on his pants again. Angel and I got up and used a couple of the towels and some moist wipes to clean up with. We slowly got dressed, putting on a bit of a show for our client as we did so. We both knew that a detail like that could make a much happier client, and maybe a bigger tip.
Finally we were ready to go. "That was incredible, boys," George said, "the hottest show I have seen since I don't know when. I'd like to have you guys in again soon." He handed us the money--a double fee for the show and a tip that was almost as big--and we shook hands.
"Thanks George," Angel said. "We had a great time today too. Just let the service know if you want us back again soon."
We turned and headed out the door. On our way back, I suggested getting something to eat, and we stopped in the little Chinatown area on 19th Ave. just south of Golden Gate Park, and ordered a couple of spicy dishes.
While we were eating, Angel told me about himself. He was the son of Mexican farm workers, and had been pushed to excel in school by his parents, even though they were almost illiterate and they moved around a lot. Somehow, he had kept up with it, and then found a family who would take him in while he went to high school near Santa Rosa. His parents contributed what they could, but it wasn't much.
He got into UC Berkeley on a scholarship, but had to make a lot of extra money for books and other fees. So he had started working for the escort service at the suggestion of a guy he had met through the GLBT Center at Berkeley. He was now working for a dot-com in San Francisco, but continued with the service for some extra money and because he enjoyed the sex so much.
When we were done eating, I said, "I felt we were just getting started at George's. How would you like to stay with me tonight at my place and have more fun?"
Angel said, "I'd love to do that. Can you stop by my place on the way so I can pick up some clothes and a toothbrush?"
We got back to my apartment a little after eleven, and repeated the slow undressing again. Pretty soon we were in my bed, rolling around, humping each other, sucking, rimming and playing with fingers in asses. Actually, we were having a lot of fun, and laughing a lot as we made love. Angel begged me to fuck him on his back, like he had fucked me, and when I was done, I rolled a condom onto him and rode him until he came.
We fell asleep around one in the morning, and then repeated the whole thing the next morning, starting with a shower together, and then fucking standing up in front of one of the mirrors, taking turns again.
A week later we would do another performance for George, and I saw him a couple more times before I left San Francisco, one of the highlights of my time there.