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 went to a "Yoga and Passion Weekend" at an exclusive resort, and the first night there was paired off with Jeremy, a stunning black man. I sucked him off after edging him for a long time and he then edged me and climbed up to ride me to a explosive orgasm. Later he fucked me and we did a flip-fuck in the morning before getting up for the day.
One Thousand Men: 1998 DAVE
At breakfast, the couples who had been together the previous night--either for a couple of hours or for the whole night--came to breakfast with smiles on their faces. Everyone knew that all the other guys had had great sex on their first night of the long weekend.
After breakfast, some of the couples went off together again, perhaps for another round before the yoga class. Jeremy and I parted company, smiling and saying, "See ya in a little while."
The whole group met for the first yoga class at ten o'clock. Clearly, some of the guys had done a lot of yoga before and knew just how to do the various moves and positions. But all of us were in great shape and athletic, so we had no problem physically. One of the other guys really stood out to me: I remembered his name was Dave, from the welcoming cocktail party.
He was shorter than many of the other men, perhaps about 5'7" or 5'8", but with a spectacular body, an incredibly full package in his briefs and the most limber body I have ever seen. He easily settled into positions that were a stretch for many of the rest of us. Besides his body, he had a really handsome face and straw-blonde straight hair. My cock stirred as I looked at him, but I fought it off. Once, he caught me looking at him, and responded with a broad smile. I enjoyed the yoga class a lot and decided to do it regularly when I got back home to Philly in a couple of weeks.
The day progressed: a swim in the pool, some sun, then lunch, a bit of a rest after a delicious lunch with wine, more yoga, and then a hike into the beautiful country around the resort with a group of other guys (this time clothed, since we were going off the resort grounds).
At dinner, I was seated with another group of men, and again, I found them to be smart and interesting guys. They were all so hot that my cock kept twitching and I was fighting off erections throughout the meal--and noticed that some of the others were too. Tonight the note in my envelope said "Room 5, 10 pm sharp!"
The hour between the end of dinner and ten seemed to take forever. I showered and douched again. A little before ten I put on a sexy pair of red low-rise briefs with white trim, the kind that are cut to push your junk forward. Stepping into the hall and closing my door, I saw several other guys going off to their partners for the evening, broad smiles on their faces.
A few seconds later I was in front of room 5, knocking softly on the door. A couple of seconds later it opened, and there stood Dave, smiling his winning smile and wearing a black jock that made him look even more hung than his briefs had at yoga.
"Dave," I said, stepping forward to shake his hand, "I was hoping that we would have this chance sometime over the weekend. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off you at yoga this morning."
"John, I was hoping the same thing," he said. "You looked great at yoga. How long have you been doing it?"
"That was my first time," I said.
"No kiddin'!" he said. "You coulda fooled me!"
"Well, it was great watching you," I said. "You're incredibly limber! But, somehow, I think I have seen you somewhere before."
"Do you like modern dance?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, "I go to a dance concert series every year."
"Well, I'm a member ofÉ. "--and he named a well-known dance company--"and we tour every year. Do you live in SF or somewhere else?"
"Philly," I said.
"We've been there a bunch of times," he said, "the last one was the year before last."
"Yeah, now I remember," I said. "You did that dance with a bare chest and white tights, and my cock was so hard for most of the concert, fantasizing about having sex with you. And what do you know? It's gonna happen now!"
He smiled, and took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. When we got there, I turned him toward the mirror over the dresser and stood behind him. His chest was broad with gorgeous slab-like pecs and prominent nipples. A hard eight-pack lead down to a waist that must have been 28 or 29 inches, and then his thighs swelled out with the hard muscles of his years of dance. He was smooth, and his skin was flawless. I guessed that he must be 26 or 27, young enough not to develop the flaws that seem to accumulate over the years: scars, lines and hair that make some older guys so rugged and sexy.
I put my hands around to feel his chest. He stood with his arms hanging at his side, and just let me move my hands over his chest and abs, down his sides to his thighs and back up to his belly. "Your body is so fuckin' perfect!" I whispered in his ear, as I started pushing my now hard cock against the top of his buns.
"HmmmmmÉ." he purred, putting his hands on my thighs, and turning his head so that our lips could meet. I could see his cock beginning to stretch his jock, and I gently moved my hand down to gently cup his cock and balls. Surprise, surprise! I couldn't even begin to get my hand around the whole package.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered, and turned once again to kiss me.
I took his hand and led him over to the bed. I piled some pillows against the headboard, and got on the bed, sitting up with my legs apart and my back against the headboard. "Come sit with your back against me," I said, patting the bed between my legs. He climbed up on the bed and leaned his back against me, his hands on my thighs, my cock pressed against his lower back.
Again, I ran my hands over his body, and up again, turning his head to me for a kiss. As we kissed, I moved my hands down to his jockstrap and pushed it down over his hard cock. He paused and reached down to push it off over his feet, and then leaned back against me again.
His cock was awesome: at least 10" long and 7" around. I swore to myself that I would have to measure it before the night was out. His balls were a size to match. I supposed that I could get each one into my mouth, but it was going to be a challenge. And getting fucked by this monster? Well, I reckoned I had had a cock or two that large before, and lived to tell about it!
I grabbed his cock with one hand, and one of his nipples with the other, and slowly started giving him a hand job. He gasped and writhed with pleasure. I was whispering in his ear "Dave, that's a beautiful cock. It's so hard and warm, and I want to make it feel really, really good. You're like a dream come true, baby."
As I slowly stroked him, he turned to kiss me and I ran my hand from his nipple over his chest and abs to cup his balls, and then back up to his nipple again. We kissed some more. I nibbled on his neck and ear and kept whispering my horny words into his ear. I hooked my legs over his massive thighs and used their leverage to grind my hard cock into his back in time with my stroking.
I stroked for maybe ten minutes, kissing, nibbling, rubbing, pausing to run my fingertips ups the sides of his cock and to pull and caress his balls and back again. He whispered "I'm so fucking close, ya gotta stop or I'll shoot," so I kissed him again, and stopped stroking.
He turned around and scooted down the bed so that his face was poised over my cock, straining to escape my briefs. He looked up at me and smiled, and hooked his fingers in my waistband, pulling my briefs off. He smiled again, then I felt his mouth close around my throbbing cock, taking me all the way down to my pubes, pulsing his cheeks and throat, and coming back up again.
Dave was an amazing cocksucker. He would go down, barely letting his mouth touch me, then slowly close his mouth, cheeks and tongue around my hard penis, and suck in and out a few times, then slowly, wetly, pull up. He did it again and again, varying it ever so slightly from round to round, working the underside of my cock with his tongue. His hands played on my thighs, up my belly and chest and back down again. Every so often he pulled off, looked up at me with a big smile and I bent forward to kiss him before he went back to work.
While he was doing this incredible oral work on my cock, I was looking down his muscular shoulders, and back, the two ridges of muscle on either side of his spine blending into his strong ass. I reached forward and massaged his shoulders, letting my hands move down his back, and bending forward, massaged his lower back and his buttocks.
After sucking me and bringing me close to shooting multiple times, I pulled him up into a kiss, our bodies locked together as I scooted down from my sitting position to lying with him on top of me, our cocks grinding together as our tongues wrestled one another. We kept whispering horny words to one another: words of passion, but they could have been words of love if we had been at a different place in our relationship.
We rolled over so that I was on top of him, humping him, wanting badly to fuck him and then have him fuck me. I gradually worked my way down his torso, savoring every nook and cranny with my tongue, until I was at his cock and faced with the problem of sucking such a huge member.
I took his cock into my mouth. I could not get more than a few inches in, between the length and the girth, but I used all the skills I had to give him a great blowjob. He responded enthusiastically. He moaned and bucked his hips, trying to fuck my mouth. He told me how most men could not suck him because of his size, and assured me how well I was doing.
As I sucked him, he raised his legs, and I pushed them back so that I had access to his balls and ass. His limber body responded: he pulled his legs so far up that he could hook his ankles together behind his head, and his hands helped push my head up and down on his cock. Several times he pulled me off because he was close to cumming.
I turned my attention to his balls for a few minutes, pulling them, caressing them, licking them, kissing, and taking each one into my mouth. I worked my way down his taint and started rimming him, and that drove him wild. He was moaning desperately and pushing his ass toward my eager tongue. I felt up along his meaty thighs and looked up to see the amazing sight of his legs along his torso, his feet behind his head, and his huge cock nearly at his throat. Gradually, as I rimmed him, I pushed him back on his shoulders, until his ass was pointing almost at the ceiling.
"Fuck me John," he gasped.
Keeping him in that position, I reached over to the bedside table where there was a bowl of condoms and a pump bottle of lube, plus a bottle of poppers. I opened a condom with my teeth and rolled it down on my cock, pumped a couple of squirts of lube on my hands and handed the poppers to Dave.
I had to get up on my feet to get my cock in a position to penetrate him, and while I did that, he opened the poppers and took a deep draw on each nostril before handing them to me. I got my cock positioned at his ass, and as I took my own deep draws from the poppers bottle, I slid into him, and started slowly sliding up and down, drilling into his ass.
We both moaned with pleasure, and we were getting louder and louder. Then the most amazing thing happened. As I fucked him, he moved his head forward and started sucking his own cock. He was so limber and his cock was so big, that he managed to get the first three or four inches into his mouth.
Watching that was too much for me, and after only a minute or two of fucking him, helped by the poppers, I went over the edge and pumped my cum into the condom in his ass. A half a minute later, he stopped sucking, and I watched his cock shoot six or seven huge ropes of cum into his own mouth.
We stayed in that impossible position for what seemed like an eternity but was probably a half a minute, until I pulled out, he unhooked his legs and we were again lying chest-to-chest, kissing and caressing each other in the afterglow of our first session.
Pretty soon we were laughing and giggling, tickling each other, catching kisses, and then just holding each other tight, while we wound down.
"Fucking amazing!" was all I could say.
"Ditto" he responded.
We took a break, then headed to the shower where we kissed and caressed, and our cocks hardened again. Back out, clean, we opened a bottle of wine and had a great conversation about art and dance, and we made an arrangement for me to do some drawings of his company the next time they were on the east coast.
And then we made love again: this time he fucked me in every position we could think of. I was amazed at how gentle he was and how wonderful it was to feel totally in his power, filled with his huge cock and looking at his big, beautiful, smile as he took his pleasure in my ass.
Another session in the morning had us flip-flopping to greet the day, then a shower and breakfast. I think I'll remember this night forever, and hope that we can repeat it when he comes east next year.
The rest of the weekend was terrific: Saturday night I was paired up with Yoshi, one of the hot Asians who was a bottom. It seems like my cock was inside of him for hours.
Sunday, at lunch it was announced that we would not do yoga that afternoon. Instead, there was going to be an all-out orgy. I welcomed the chance to add another sixteen guys to my list, and managed to do that, before the weekend came to a close. I had booked a hotel in the area for the night.
By the end of my stay in SF, I was four months into my project--a third of a year--and so I should have had sex with about 333 men. The count was a healthy 423, and I was far from getting tired of the project. But I felt I could afford to take a few days rest from it.
I had nothing pressing to do in Philly for some time to come, so I decided to extend the trip back. Though I have been to SF and LA many times, I had never driven the Pacific Coast Highway between the two. I decided that, after the drive down the coast, I would spend the better part of a week in Palm Springs, which was famous for its gay scene. On the way I would spend a couple of days in Joshua Tree National Park, which is nearby, doing some more small paintings.
So I drove along the coast through the Big Sur, San Luis Obispo and Santa Barbara, into LA. I had booked a hotel in LA and thought that I would check out one of the baths I had been to a couple of years before. After the long drive, I was rather tired, so I only stayed a few hours and hooked up with eight guys.