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 the next night at the "Yoga and Passion Weekend" I was paired with Dave, a shorter, blond, handsome man who had a really big cock, and, as a professional modern dancer, was incredibly limber and was able to suck his own cock while I fucked him on his back. Later he fucked me in every position we could think of and in the morning we both did it to each other again. I was paired with Yoshi, an Asian bottom the next night and on Sunday there was an orgy where I had encounters with the remaining 16 men, before the weekend ended and we all parted and went our separate ways.
One Thousand Men: 1998 PALM SPRINGS DADDY
The next morning, after the morning rush hour had calmed down a bit, I checked out of my LA hotel and headed east on the I-10, then turned off north to Twenty-Nine Palms and Joshua Tree National Park. I got there a little after noon, and so got a room at a chain motel in town, got some tacos for lunch, and then headed into the park to check out possible places to paint for the next couple of days. The scenery was amazing, with huge boulders piled up, like some giant was playing a game. For the next four days, I got up early to paint in the park, napped during the heat of the day, and then went out again late in the afternoon to do more painting. I had thought about trying to hook up with a Marine--Twenty-Nine Palms is home to a huge Marine Corps combat-training base--but it was not obvious how to do that (in a few years, when the internet would be more robust, it would have been a no-brainer!).
The fourth day, I drove south across the center of the park and exited the south exit, then turned the few miles west to Palm Springs. I got there in time for lunch. I had made reservations at a gay resort in town, but was too early for check-in, so got an alfresco lunch at a little, very stylish cafŽ, then settled on a barstool at one of the well-known gay bars to kill time until check-in later in the afternoon.
I had been there maybe ten minutes, when a handsome man in his mid-fifties walked in and sat down at the bar a few stools to my right. He was muscular, with a rugged face, a winning smile, gray at the temples. He was wearing 501s with a pleasingly full basket, and a tight T-shirt that showed off a worked-out body.
"Hey, Greg," said the bartender, bringing him a Corona without asking. "How's it going?"
"Great, just a lazy Saturday," the man responded. Looking at me and seeing my nearly empty beer, he said "It looks like my neighbor here could use another."
The bartender brought me another beer, and Greg moved over to the stool next to mine. We clinked bottles and shook hands. "Greg," he said.
"So I heard. I'm John," I replied.
"I haven't seen you in here before," he said.
"I just got here for a few days--maybe a week's--vacation," I said, "my first time here. I'm killing time until I can check in to my hotel later in the afternoon."
"Where are you staying?" he asked. I told him and he said "You're gonna have a great time there; big cruising scene after dark," he said, winking. "You don't need to spend the afternoon here though. We can go to my place and catch some rays by the pool, if you want, and I'll get you back to your hotel later."
Were all Palm Springs men going to be this friendly? I was turned on by his body, his friendliness, and his age. "Let's go," I said. Greg left a bill on the bar for our beers and a nice tip, and we went outside. I got in my car and followed him.
A drive of a few minutes took us to an attractive ranch-style house, with a lush garden in front. Greg opened the door, and led the way in through a living room furnished with two generous sofas and a big upholstered bench between them, on which were a number of gay skin magazines. He slid open the patio doors and we went out into the yard.
It was surrounded with a high fence and beautiful plantings, very private. The centerpiece was a large, irregular-shaped swimming pool, and at one end there was a hot tub that would accommodate about eight people. At the other end was a pavilion facing the pool with curtains drawn back; inside was a king size bed covered with a white fitted sheet and numerous crisp pillows.
He led me over to the hot tub, and said "Another beer, or would you like some weed? I have some really good shit."
Weed makes me feel incredibly horny, so this was a no-brainer. "Weed is good," I said.
He smiled. "Get yourself comfortable in the hot tub and I'll be back in a minute." He stooped and turned on the Jacuzzi.
When he left, I got undressed and climbed into the soothing warm water. My cock was already rock hard in anticipation, as I relaxed in the bubbling water.
A minute later Greg was back with a couple of clean towels, and an ashtray. He placed the ashtray on the edge of the tub near me and I could see two joints and a lighter in it. He stood up, kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his T-shirt.
His body was beautiful: carefully trimmed hair, spreading out over a set of hard pecs with prominent nipples and down over a hard, defined belly, pretty unusual for a man in his 50s. He smiled at me, knowing that I was enjoying the show. He then slowly unbuttoned his 501s, and turned around to push them down his meaty thighs and calves. When he bent over, I could get a glimpse of his hole, which looked like he shaved it. My cock throbbed hard at the sight. He turned around to show me the big bulge in the red jock he was wearing. He hooked his thumbs in the waist-band and slowly pulled it down and stepped out of it. His flaccid cock hung close to six inches over his ample balls, cut and very thick. I saw the sun reflect off a silver cock-ring.
He stepped into the hot tub and settled down next to me, then turned and lit a joint, inhaling deeply before passing it to me. I did the same, and it went straight to my head, giving me a tingling, floating, other worldly feeling. I handed the joint back, and as I did, I felt his leg lightly push against mine, giving my hard cock another jolt. I took the joint from him and took another deep inhale. As I handed it back to him, I let my hand come down and rest lightly on his muscular thigh.
He turned to put the joint out in the ashtray, and when he turned back to me, he moved closer and said "You're such a beautiful man, will you make love with me?" In answer I smiled back at him and moved my hand up his thigh until it was resting against his balls. He put his arm around me and pulled me to him for a kiss.
His lips met mine, barely touching, exchanging breaths slowly as he picked up my hand under the water and placed it on his erect cock. He was incredibly hard, and his cock had grown to at least nine inches long, and so thick that my fingers could not quite meet around it. I slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft as he moaned through our kisses, and moved his hand to my cock, letting his fingertips slowly swirl around the head and ever so lightly trace down its length and around my balls, before coming back up again, to repeat the whole process.
We spent the next few minutes, lightly touching each other's cocks and kissing, just barely touching. As we did, he shifted his ass farther forward on the underwater bench, and then pulled me around so that I was straddling his legs, facing him, his head laid back, my face above his. As we increased the intensity of our kissing, he grabbed our two cocks in his hand and started stroking under water, and pushing his pelvis up and down to increase the friction. My hands held his head between them and then moved down over his muscular shoulders to his solid arms and across his chest, feeling his hard muscle and tantalizing body hair. I put my arms around his shoulders and pressed my torso to his, feeling his warm body against mine, our cocks crushed together.
We kept that up some minutes, and then he asked me to sit on the side of the Jacuzzi. I did, and he pressed my thighs apart, whispering "Beautiful cock, John." He leaned over to kiss the insides of my thighs, using his fingertips to move lightly up and down the sides of my erection. He took my balls into his mouth, one after the other, rolling them around and then kissing them. Finally, he licked up the length of my cock, and around the head, kissed it and opened his mouth to take me in.
His mouth was soft and warm, and he moved up and down my cock with just the lightest, teasing pressure, making my brain go crazy with the pleasure of his touch combined with the weed. I lay back on a towel, and closed my eyes as he pleasured me, sitting up occasionally and leaning over to kiss him, so that he wouldn't drive me over the edge too soon. After five or ten minutes--who knows how long when you're feeling so good?--I slid back down into the water and kissed him for a few minutes and then whispered "Your turn."
He climbed up on the edge of the hot tub, and sat with his massive legs spread wide, his huge cock sticking straight up, so hard that the skin of his head was taught and shiny. I repeated what he had done to me, though I could not possibly get more than half of him into my mouth. Several times he, too, pulled me away to avoid an early climax, and after a few minutes, he slipped back into the water, where we kissed and caressed for a while longer.
"Let's move to the bed," he said, nodding toward the pavilion at the end of the pool. We climbed out of the water, took the towels and dried each other off, kissing and feeling each other's bodies as we did. Then he took my hand and led me to the pavilion.
The interior was designed so that there were mirrors at the head of the bed, along short walls on the sides and on the ceiling. He lay down on the bed with his legs spread, and beckoned for me to lie on top of him. I did so, putting my full weight on his solid body, and he wrapped his legs around my thighs. Our mouths locked together and we dry-humped each other, our cocks rubbing together as he pushed up and I pushed down. We could both feel the inevitable coming soon.
He whispered in my ear, "Fuck me baby," and reached over to the bedside table where there was a bowl of condoms, and a pump bottle of lube. I sat up, straddling him, while he ripped open a condom and rolled it down on me, then got a handful of lube and rubbed it on my cock. He got some more and reached around to his ass, while I moved to kneel between his legs. He then opened the drawer in the table and took out a bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the top, and took a deep whiff then handed it to me. I did the same first with one nostril, and then the other.
He raised his legs high, and, as the poppers started to hit him, said softly "Come into me baby," and reached around to guide me into his ass with his hand. I leaned forward, looking into his smiling face as my cock slowly slipped past his sphincter and moved all the way in, the poppers hitting me as I bottomed out. I lay down on him, feeling his hard body against mine as my cock started a slow rhythm in his tight ass.
"Make love to me baby, kiss me and fuck me slow," and I locked mouths with him as I worked slowly on his ass. As we kissed, I moved my hand down to his hard cock between us, and slowly jacked him to match the rhythm of our fucking.
I pushed myself up on my arms, looking into his eyes, looking at his muscled torso contract and relax as I fucked him and he pushed back at me. He put his hands on my chest, enjoying feeling my lean muscled body. Gradually we picked up our speed, him saying "Love me baby, kiss me baby, fuck me baby," over and over. As we fucked, I watched our reflections in the headboard mirror and in the mirrors on both sides. It was incredibly stimulating to see us fucking together from several angles.
In a short time, I felt his huge cock swell in my hand and then start to shoot a big load all over his belly and chest as his ass contracted rhythmically around my penis. A few seconds later, I followed suit, pumping my own load into the condom in his ass. As I came, he pulled my head to him and our lips locked. I gradually lowered myself to his body, his cum sliding between us as we finished and wound down. Slowly, we caressed each other, until I rolled off him, lying next to him with my head on his chest, enjoying the warm glow and softly stroking each other's bodies.
"John, that was really special," he said. "Can we get together again while you're here?"
I said, "Definitely, it was special for me too."
"You should be able to check in to your hotel now," he said, "and if you'd care to join me for dinner, I know a great steak house. I can have you back at your hotel in plenty of time for the evening fun there," he said, winking at me.
"It's a deal," I said but I'm really not in any hurry, and I'm really enjoying our company."
"So you want to hang out for a while longer?" he said.
"Absolutely," I responded an