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 previous chapter, I described how I met a man, Adam, at a New Year's Eve Party, and went home with him for a night of really passionate sex.
1000 Men: 1998 NEW YEAR'S DAY AT WOODY'S
At home. I made myself a sandwich, added notations for my first two men of 1998 to my little diary, and did a few household chores. Around 3 PM I decided to head over to Woody's and see if there was anyone who might be number three.
I sat at the bar and ordered a ginger ale. (I had decided that, if I was going to hang out at bars a lot this year that I couldn't always be drinking alcohol!) It was not crowded, but there was a decent trade for the middle of the afternoon on a holiday. A lot of the customers looked a little worse for the wear after overindulging on New Year's Eve. I had been there about twenty minutes when I needed to take a piss, so I got up and headed to the bathroom. As I did so, I passed a couple of really hot boys in their early twenties sipping from long-necked bottles in one of the side alcoves. As I passed them, they looked me over appreciatively, undressing me with their eyes. One was a hot blond with a shock of straight hair over his forehead. He had a tight body, tats around his biceps and a muscle shirt on.
I entered the bathroom and stepped to the urinal, whipped out my cock and started to take a whiz. I was into it a few seconds, when blondie stepped up to the urinal next to me, pulled out a nice-looking cut cock and let loose a stream. As he did so, his eyes unabashedly stared at my cock.
When I was done, I just stood there, milking the last few drops from my cock, and then stroking it slowly, bringing myself slowly to an erection. He smiled, and when he was done pissing, did the same. Pretty soon, he too was flying at full staff.
I must say it was a beautiful sight too. Not too big, perhaps six-and-one-half or seven, but perfect in proportion, and curving up just slightly the way I like. I looked over at the tattoo around his bicep, the way it stretched over the taught muscles of his hairless arms, the intricate lacy pointed patterns, like a Celtic knot, rendered in black and a little red. Very tasteful.
I smiled and reached over to cup my hand around one of the firm cheeks of his ass, and said "I live about a block from here."
"Let's go," he said.
We stuffed our hard cocks back in our jeans, and zipped or buttoned up. He had arranged his cock so that it showed as a prominent ridge angling up from his crotch. I knew he was showing off to his friend and anyone else in the bar that cared to look. We left the bathroom and he stopped briefly to tell his friend that he would catch up with him later. When we got to my apartment, I asked him to go up the stairs first so that I could watch his ass and thighs as he climbed in front of me.
In the apartment, we were in each other's arms immediately, kissing hard, tongue-wrestling, kneading the strong muscles on each other's chests and arms. We were almost wrestling, it was so physical.
I quickly pulled off his shirt, and he did the same to me. Our hands then roamed over the other's chest and abs. He was smooth, tight, and had a naturally muscled body, helped out no doubt with regular workouts. He had stars tattooed around his nipples, again with beautiful detailed filigreed patterns, with an aura of red flames coming out behind them. His nipples were prominent, like little pencil erasers, and were hard and erect.
I immediately moved my lips and tongue to his left nipple and started working him. "Give me some teeth," he gasped, and I started to nibble softly and then harder as his body squirmed with excitement.
While I was working on his nipples, I undid his buckle, and unbuttoned his jeans, slipping my hand in to feel his hard cock. He was moaning loudly, and I knew that I could do almost anything with this boy that I wanted to. I moved back to a tongue-wrestle with him, and shoved his jeans down his thighs. He paused to kick off his shoes and get rid of his jeans. I did the same, and we were now just standing there in our briefs. His were low-rise, had short square legs, and were bright yellow with white trim. I was just wearing your standard-issue Jockeys.
I pulled him to me, and chest-to chest we ground our crotches together, Our thighs were interleaved, and I was enjoying feeling the tight, young muscularity of this young man against me, knowing how much he was turned on by our encounter. I had known from first seeing him in the bar that he was a bottom, and I knew he was not going to be just a passive one either.
I cleared the trays off the upholstered bench I use as a coffee table, and pushed him down to sit on one end. I knelt in front of him, pushing his legs apart, nibbling and kissing up his smooth inner thighs, letting my hands move up to his nipples and pinching them strongly.
He was gasping, "Oh yeah, oh yeah," and pushing his crotch forward to meet my mouth.
I finally moved up to his erection, mouthing it through the cloth of his briefs, causing him to get even more vocal. I wanted to taste that hard, young meat, and I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled the yellow briefs off.
What a treat awaited me! Besides the perfect cock I had already caught a glimpse of in the bathroom, there was a set of full, smoothly shaved balls. His pubes had been cleanly shaved, and he sported another tattoo around where his pubic hair would have been: a delicately filigreed many-pointed star, again with a background of red flames. His delicious cock rose curving from that frame, hard and throbbing.
I bent forward and took him in my mouth, plunging all the way to the tattoo. Rolling him on my tongue, sucking and slowly moving my lips up and down.
"Yes, yes, yessssÉ" was all he could say, and he started pumping his hips up to meet my hungry mouth.
I kept it up for five or six minutes, then stood in front of him. He quickly pulled my briefs down and plunged his eager lips onto my cock. This boy was good at what he was doing, and he eagerly slurped and sucked on my cock to my great pleasure for another five or six minutes. Then I was back to kissing him again, down to his nipples, and back to sucking his cock. This time, however, I started working on his balls. I discovered that he liked them played with hard. I squeezed them gently, and then harder at his urging, pulling on his scrotum as hard as he would allow.
At the same time, I started feeling back toward his ass, and he scooted forward on the bench to give me more access. I probed and massaged with one hand while my mouth worked his cock and my other hand worked his balls. He was making all kinds of noise, but words had left him. These were the moans and gasps of a man in the throes of uncontrollable passion.
I stopped briefly to collect a bottle of lube and condoms from the side table, and then went back to work, this time lubing up his ass, and probing it with my fingers: first one, then two, then three and finally stretching him open with four. He was writhing wildly on the bench, clearly having the time of his life.
I pushed his legs up off the floor, and he rolled back against the bench. I kept pushing until his ass was in the air, and his feet were over his shoulders. Here was another memorable treat: a lacy star tattoo design, again backed with flames, surrounding his hole. It was very elaborate, but small enough that it would not show when he was standing naked.
He was desperately pinching his nipples and his ass was right in front of my face. I plunged down with my tongue, and started to rim him for all I was worth, probing, kissing, licking, at the same time working my hands up and down his muscular thighs and calves, taking a lube-slicked hand and working his hard cock up and down as I tongued his hole.
"Oh, fuck me man, fuck me now---" he begged, but I wanted to sustain the torture a little longer.
"When I'm good and ready," I said and went on with rimming for another five minutes, while he protested loudly.
Finally, I decided to let him have his way. I came up for air, ripped open a condom and rolled it on as he furiously jacked his cock, still squirming on the bench. Again, I pushed his legs up, his ass pointing nearly straight up in the air, I stood on the bench, with my feet near the edges, and then plunged my cock down into his waiting ass in one quick stroke.
"Oh, God, yesssss---" he moaned, and as I started to pound his ass, he responded by thrusting his body up to meet me.
All his muscles were tensed, and he was covered with a fine sweat. He reached around to my ass, pulling me into him, encouraging me to pound harder, faster.
Then: "Oh God, oh God, man I---oh yeah, baby," and his own cock, not touched by either of us, let loose a torrent of cum into his mouth, shooting over his head onto the bench, and accumulating on his chin, neck and chest. I was grateful that I had had the bench upholstered in leather, so I could clean it on occasions just like this.
I kept going for a bit longer, but I was not ready to cum, and in fact decided earlier that I would just pleasure my new friend, since I had already cum three times since midnight.
I withdrew my cock, ran my hand around on his chest, spreading his cum over his smooth body, and lowered myself to kiss him as we wound down.
In a minute or two, I said, "By the way, my name is John."
"Kevin," he said.
"How about a shower Kevin?" I asked.
He eagerly got up and followed me into the bathroom. In the shower, we kissed some more, and soaped up. I was still half-hard, not having cum, and his cock was soft but still a bit enlarged. It was fun playing in the warm water and winding down.
I told Kevin about my project for 1998, and asked him about his friend, who I thought was pretty hot too. Kevin said "He's a top all the way."
"That's OK," I said, "I'm completely versatile."
"Well," Kevin said, "we can go back to Woody's and see if he's there, but he usually scores pretty fast when he is in the mood, so it may have to wait for another time."
"No big deal," I said. "I can just keep an eye out for him another time. Tell him if he's interested, I am."