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 how I had applied for, and been accepted to, an exclusive "Yoga and Passion Weekend" in the wine country north of San Francisco and how, at the opening reception the host explained how we would receive an envelope at each dinner to go to another man's room at ten, or to go back to our own room and wait at ten, and how hot all the other 19 men were.
One Thousand Men: 1998 JEREMY
Returning to my room after dinner, I showered, douched out my ass, pulled a towel around my waist, lit the candles and opened the complimentary bottle of white wine in the mini-bar. I dimmed the lights, and put some soft music on the sound system, picked out a few porn DVD's and put them on the coffee table, then sat down and waited what seemed like an eternity--actually ten minutes--until 10 pm.
At ten on the dot, there was a soft knock on my door that caused my cock to abruptly stir. I opened the door, and standing there was a stunning black man I had met at the cocktail party. The tight briefs he was wearing left nothing to the imagination.
"Jared?" I said, somewhat doubtfully. I had not yet memorized all the other guests' names.
"Close," he said, "actually Jeremy."
We shook hands. His grip was firm and masculine.
"Have a seat Jeremy," I said, indicating the sofa. "Glass of wine?" I asked.
"Sure," he said, settling himself on the sofa.
I poured two glasses of wine, and sat on the sofa next to him, handing him his glass and clinking glasses before sipping. My cock was rising rapidly under my towel now that I was sitting next to this hot man with his big biceps, his slab pecs, washboard abs and thick muscular thighs. I noticed that he too was showing his excitement, his cock starting to expand in his briefs. He had very dark skin and the low light reflected in bright spots on his smooth chest and thighs. He had just a little hair on his lower legs.
"Is this your first time here?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I said. "What about you?"
"I applied last year but didn't get an invitation," he said. "I worked out in the gym a lot after that, and made the cut this year."
"Lucky me!" I said, and he smiled back.
"Porn?" I asked, indicating the DVDs on the coffee table.
"No," he replied, "not when I have the real thing."
He put down his glass and pulled me into a deep kiss. "Fuck, you're hot," he whispered as our tongues explored each other's mouths.
Our hands were exploring all the hills and valleys of each other's torsos, feeling the smooth skin over the firm muscles just beneath. I kissed his neck and slowly let my hand descend his far arm and side, feeling his strong lats under his arm pit, moving slowly down over his obliques to his muscular thigh. I moved my hand to his thigh next to me and let it slide over the inner side, feeling the smooth skin over hard muscle. Slowly, as we kissed, I let it slide up toward his crotch, softly moving against his balls in his briefs.
Meanwhile, his hands were mimicking mine, but when his hand reached my waist, he moved over and gently pulled at my tucked-in-towel, pulling it aside and freeing my hard cock, which now stood up straight, pointing at the ceiling.
His hand moved to my belly and down, skirting my cock, not touching it yet, just getting closer and closer, driving me crazy with anticipation. As he did that, I let my fingers slowly and ever-so-lightly move to his erection covered in the fabric of his briefs, slowly moving them up and down along the length of his cock, which felt like it was at least eight inches, and moderately thick.
As I touched his cock through the fabric, he moved his fingers to mine, touching it as lightly as a feather, teasing it, making me tingle all over.
We kept making out and lightly caressing for what seemed like a very long time, but was in reality about fifteen minutes. A couple of times I had to pull his hand away from my cock so that I would not explode prematurely. When I did that, he worked my nipples or kissed my neck and whispered in my ear how hot he thought I was, how excited he was, how he was looking forward to multiple sessions with me tonight. His kisses were incredibly sensuous, sometimes pulling me hard to his lips, sometimes kissing ever so lightly, other times pausing with his mouth just a fraction of an inch from mine, whispering more hot words to me.
After a while I wanted to explore his body with my lips and tongue, and started with his neck and ears. "Just let me work you with my mouth," I said, and he sighed and slouched back in the couch even more.
I slowly tongued my way down his neck, moving sideways to his shoulder, lifting his arm to have him flex his big biceps, licking and mouthing around his hard muscle, then pushing his arm up over his head so that I could get at his armpit. He was beginning to sweat a little, but his pit smelled clean and slightly soapy.
From there, I kissed and licked my way down to his near nipple, licking and working it with my lips and tongue, then with a little light pressure with my teeth. "Oh, fuck," he exclaimed, "that's so fuckin' hot. Do it a little harder!" and so I did his bidding as he moaned. While I was working my way down his torso, I kept lightly caressing his cock through his briefs. Every couple of minutes he pulled my hand away so that I wouldn't make him cum, and then I would wait a few seconds and start again, edging him again and again.
Slowly, I licked and kissed my way down over his washboard abs, now glistening with my saliva. As I did so, I gradually slid off the sofa so that I could kneel in front of him between his legs. As I completed my journey south of his navel, I had both hands on his hard thighs, gently massaging them as I moved toward the prize in his briefs.
I started to gently nibble on his cock through his briefs, grazing it lightly with my teeth, squeezing it with my lips, as my hands moved back to his nipples, pinching them lightly and then harder. He moaned and pulled my head away from his cock. "I'm so close," he said, "it's like exquisite pain: I want it and I can't stand it."
I smiled up at him and he bent forward to kiss me. As he did that, I hooked my fingers in his waist band and pulled his briefs up over his cock and, still kissing, pushed them down his legs and off, letting him spread his legs wide again.
"I don't know how much longer I can last," he whispered.
"That's OK," I replied. "I bet you're good for more than one time tonight, right?"
"Oh, I'm gonna be good for at least four or five," he said.
"Well thenÉ." I said, and turned my attention back to his cock.
I sat back and looked carefully at it, marveling at its beauty. He was big--not the biggest ever, but a nice thick eight inches at least--cut, a tan head on an ebony shaft, two veins running up the sides, glistening in the soft light. At the bottom was a beautiful set of plum-sized balls, not too big to get into my mouth singly, but more than a mouth-full as a pair. His cock was super-hard, partly explained by the golden cock-ring he wore, which I later learned was 18K, and set with small diamonds in several places.
I kissed the tip, and holding him lightly with my hand, let my tongue play around the head, flicking the tip just under the head on the lower side where I and many men are super-sensitive.
It was time to start sucking in earnest. I closed my lips lightly around the tip, and slowly and lightly slid down as far as I could go. I was able on the first pass to get about seven inches down my throat, where I held him for a few seconds, playing with my tongue on the lower side and sucking in and out a few times before slowly ascending again. He had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. His hands moved to the sides of my face, and slowly and lightly rubbed up over my hair and back down as he moaned and sighed in satisfaction.
I kept it slow with the lightest pressure, working my hands over his abs, to his nipples, and back down again, grabbing the lower part of his cock, while I worked the head and first few inches, then went all the way down again, this time managing to take him all into my throat where I paused again, working with my tongue, sucking in and out then back up again.
"I'm so close," he whispered huskily.
I looked up at him and kissed him and said "You wanna go for it now?"
"Uh, huh," he whispered and lay back closing his eyes.
I went back to his cock, repeating the same slow descent and ascent with the sucking pause at the bottom, caressing and pulling on his balls with one hand, and with the other, playing around his hole. I reached over to the side table where there was a bottle of lube, and smeared some on his hole and my hand. I kept up my slow work on his cock, and slowly slipped my middle finger up his ass to find his prostate.
His muscles tensed, and he started slowly thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth as the tension built. I was unbelievably horny now, and used my other hand to gently stroke my own throbbing cock.
Now we sped up little by little: never very fast but a slow crescendo building to his climax. He was moaning and saying "Oh God, oh fuck that's soooo good, so fuckin' goodÉ" and a minute later as my finger reached his prostate he yelled "Oh shit, man, I'm gonna shoot!"
I plunged my way half way down and sucked hard, pulling his cum out of him as he shot, so that his sweet juice was on my tongue where I could taste it, not back in my throat. I held his cock in my mouth, moving slowly up and down, sucking more lightly until he pulled me off.
"Oh shit, I'm so fucking sensitive now," he whispered as he pulled me back up into his arms and kissed me deeply. I rested my head on his shoulder, letting my hand move over his abs and chest, going to cup his balls, stroke his thighs and then back up again as he wound down. He was gradually recovering himself, but his cock remained just as hard as before, partly because of the cock ring, but mostly because of his continued excitement.
After cuddling for several minutes, he whispered in my ear "Your turn."
He did just as I had done, working his way down my body as I leaned back and closed my eyes. He worked slowly and methodically, following my lead pretty much exactly, spending at least fifteen minutes edging me until I pulled him off and said "I'm getting real close."
"I want to ride you, John," he whispered and kissed me again. He reached over to the condom supply, selected one, tore it open with his teeth, and slowly rolled it over my cock while we kissed some more.
Then he climbed up on the sofa, facing me, his legs straddling mine, his lips on my upturned face as he lubed my cock and his hole, he grabbed my cock and slowly settled back on my erection, squeezing hard with his anus, then relaxing, squeezing, and relaxing, massaging my cock with his ass.
He started a slow rhythm up and down. I moved my hands to his taught chest and abs, smiling up at him as he rode, looking deep into his eyes. I took his hard cock in my hand and stroked him in time to the rise and fall of his body.
Presently, I could feel the cum beginning to build up, and I started working toward the finish line, thrusting up into him as our mouths met in our last long kiss, tongues wrestling, all my feeling concentrating on the imminent explosion from my cock and stroking him to another climax.
One last time he bottomed out as I pushed up into him, putting my arms around his back, pulling his chest to mine, and feeling his cock start to spasm again, shooting warm cum between us as I filled the condom in his ass, and he milked my cock dry with his anus.
We held that position for a full minute after we were done, before relaxing and slumping into each other's arms again, kissing, caressing and cuddling as we wound down.
After a few minutes I whispered to him "That was fucking incredible for me. How was it for you?"
"I can't wait for the next round," he said, smiling brightly.
I got up and got a warm washcloth to clean up with. We poured more wine and talked while we finished the bottle. It turned out that we had a lot of interests in common, even though I am an artist and he a computer guy. When we were done with the wine, we lay down in the bed, and made out again, this time building to him rimming and fucking me in several positions, ending on my back, again with our lips pressed together as we came. And once more in the morning, waking early, we did it again, this time doing a final flip-fuck before showering, pulling on our briefs and heading to breakfast.