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 had one last New Year's Day encounter, with three young men I picked up in a bar and took home for a group romp.
1000 Men: 1998 BOTTOMING AT THE BATHS
New Year's Day had been a Thursday, and I had no problem hooking up with four more guys on Friday. All of them were bottoms. Three wanted me to fuck them, so I was only too happy to oblige. Friday, I kept to cumming just once, with a hot guy that I had met after my morning work-out when he sucked me off in the steam-room at the gym. Mid-morning was a slow time there, so I was not too worried that we would be interrupted, but it wasn't too hard to hide activity around the corner in the steam-room, and cover up with a towel if someone came in.
Saturday, I vowed to try the baths and see what kind of score I could rack up there. Saturdays at the baths are always crowded with horny guys, especially late in the evening, and when the bars close at two a big crop of fresh meat arrives. I decided that I would check in and get a room around 11, and play bottom for the night. I knew that my hot, muscular body would be irresistible to lots of men, especially when they came in from the bars with their inhibitions lowered by alcohol.
I spent the day taking it easy, doing some reading, and catching up on a couple movies I had missed. I made myself a simple dinner of spaghetti and salad, had a glass of red wine, and spent time cleaning myself out in preparation for being fucked as much as possible.
I'm not ordinarily an enthusiastic bottom. I tend to enjoy topping more, though, as you have seen with Adam and Armand, a special guy will nearly always have access to my ass.
It's not that I have never been fucked at the baths before--I have, many times--it's just that I have never spent a night there looking to get fucked by as many guys as possible. That was my goal for tonight, and I must admit, that despite knowing that I'd be somewhat sore afterward, the prospect of being a total cock-slut was getting more and more exciting!
I checked into the baths at about 11 PM. I requested one of the rooms at the very end of a hall so that I was visible to guys coming down the hall, and luckily it was available. I got undressed and arranged my supplies--condoms, lube, poppers--on the little shelf next to the bed. I had showered at home, so I did not need to do it now.
I lay face down on the bed, with my head facing the open door so I could see guys approaching, spread my legs a little and raised my ass off the bed a bit. I lubed up my ass so that I would be ready, and so that anyone feeling me up would be clear that I was ready for action. I didn't have to wait long.
I saw him approaching from the other end of the hall: tall, a little beefy, a hairy chest, probably in his mid-30s and with a ridge of erection outlined against his towel. He slowed when he got to my door. I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled at him. He understood immediately what I was after, and came in and closed the door.
I pulled his towel off and took his erect cock in my mouth and slowly took him down my throat until my nose was in his pubes. He was about seven inches, and not overly thick, so it was easy to get him all in and work him with my tongue and throat.
He moaned "Oh, yeah, baby, that's just what I needed."
I kept it up for a few more minutes and could feel how his excitement was building. I stopped sucking to his protest of "Oh man. . ." and reached over for a condom, ripped it open and rolled it down on his cock, then lubed him up well.
"Come get it baby," I said softy.
He knelt between my spread legs and leaned over to kiss my neck, as I reached around to guide his cock to my waiting hole. I opened the poppers and took a deep whiff then held them to him as he pushed in slowly. He started moving in and out slowly, rotating his hips, and moaning loudly.
I turned my head to meet his lips and whispered, "Oh, man, that feels good," giving him a nice strong squeeze with my sphincter, causing him to moan extra loud.
He fucked me for only a couple of minutes, when I felt him tense up and he slipped his hands under me and started working my nipples as he settled his weight on me and I pushed up to meet his climax in the condom.
A minute later, he was off me, his cock going soft. He pulled off the condom and dropped it in the trash.
"See you man," he said as he wrapped his towel around him and left the room.
I closed the door, made a note in my diary, straightened up the sheet, and opened the door again. I assumed the position again and got ready for number two.
I only had to wait another ten minutes before my second partner entered the room. Of course, a bunch of guys had been by, but not all were interested now, though I knew that some of them would be back later.
Between my arrival at 11 and 2 AM, eight men fucked me. They were men of all descriptions: in their 20s, in their 50s, skinny, well-built and even chubby. One guy must have been about 5'10" and close to 300 pounds. I couldn't see myself being fucked with him on top, but I had him lie on the bed and rode his cock, which was uncut and really big.
I know that a lot of us shy away from sex with overweight guys, but, you know, it can be really sexy, kind of wallowing in their bodies, rolling around on the rolls of extra fat, and some heavy guys are really sensuous, like the excess eating is a function of sensual pleasure that also pervades other parts of their personalities.
Around 2 AM, I decided to take a break. I was a little sore, in spite of using the poppers. I took a shower and relaxed in the steam room. I was not there long when a handsome young man with a swimmer's body and slightly effeminate manner approached me, knelt in front of me and started sucking my cock. It really felt good, after having my ass worked for the past three hours. He sucked me skillfully for about ten minutes, but I resisted cumming. I decided that I wanted to wait for a partner who would fuck me till I came, someone who really turned me on.
I thanked him. It was getting too hot in the steam room anyway, and headed back to my room. There were a bunch of new men, now that the bars had closed. Some looked like they had had too much to drink, but there were a lot of good-looking younger guys who were hot for some action since they had not scored at the bars. There were also a fair number of couples or buddies, who had obviously come together to find partners for three- and four-ways or group sex.
I went back to my room, lubed up my ass again, and this time sat on the bed with my legs up, massaging my nipples with one hand and fingering my hole with the other. It was not long before number ten showed up.
He was a real Adonis: tall, blond, handsome, with a really hot body and a beautiful smile, probably in his late 20s by the look of him. I was sure that I had seen him in a room before with his eyes closed as the young, thin, effeminate boy who had sucked me in the steam room bounced up and down on his hard cock. He looked at me and smiled wickedly, then came into the room and slowly closed the door. He dropped his towel, and his erection sprang up and slapped him in the belly before coming to rest, pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. He wasn't huge--about my size--but he was very hard. He moved over to stand in front of me, and I leaned forward to take his cock in my mouth. I didn't spend a lot of time on foreplay but rather just plunged down to his pubes and started sucking him with all the skill I could muster. He moaned loudly and appreciatively as my mouth sucked, worked with my tongue, I held him in my throat and worked my throat muscles, twisted and turned, went slow, went fast, used soft pressure, and sucked as hard as I could.
A couple of times he pulled me off because he was getting too close and I just fondled him until he was ready for more. After the third time, I pulled him down to kiss me and whispered, "I want you to fuck me."
"Oh yeah," he said, "I knew that when I first saw you. I got here an hour ago but I am so ready to blow my wad."
I lay back on the narrow bed with my legs up, and handed him a condom. He ripped it open, rolled it down his cock, got a good squirt of lube from the bottle on the shelf beside me and lubed his cock then reached over to lube my ass.
"Hey," he said, "you're ready already."
"As the boy scouts say, `Be Prepared'," I said, smiling.
H knelt between my legs and leaned forward on his arms as I reached around and guided his cock into me. He slowly pushed all the way in, and when he was there, I pulled him into a deep kiss, our chests pressed together as he slowly started moving in and out and I massaged him with my sphincter. Holding him I could feel the strong muscles of his back, and then as he propped himself up on his arms again for more leverage, I could run my hands over his biceps and triceps, his beautiful pecs and flexing abs. I moved my legs up around his waist and hooked my ankles together behind him, and now I had the leverage to push myself up to meet his thrusts.
He closed his eyes for a while as he fucked me, and he had a dreamy look on his face. He would fuck for a while and then stop as he came close to coming, and move down to kiss me some more before resuming his motions. He had probably not been fucking me for more than about ten minutes when he started to speed up and I started to work my sphincter on his penis more rhythmically, to milk his cock. As he did, I guided one of his hands to my own throbbing cock and he jacked me to his rhythm as he sprinted to the finish.
I started to cum, shooting my load on my chest and belly, and the contractions of my orgasm sent him over the edge and he started to shoot into the condom inside me, as he bent forward and we kissed deeply.
After we came, he snuggled with me on the narrow bed, kissing and sharing information about ourselves. He asked me who I was, what I did, and I told him my name and about my life in art. He told me his name, Chad, about how he had finished a PhD in biology a couple of years before and was in a research fellowship and one of the universities in town, how he worked long hours om the lab, as much as seven days a week--not because he had to but because the work was so engrossing and fun. "Sorta like art," I said, with a grin.
I told him about my project for 1998, and he said, "So, I hope I'm not just a number!"
"No way!" I said. I asked him if he would like to get together sometime for a date, and get to know each other better.
He answered with an enthusiastic Yes, and after a little more cuddling, he said "This was way better than anything I imagined when I came in earlier. But I am really beat and need to get home and sleep. The lab awaits tomorrow!" and we kissed and exchanged phone numbers before he left.
When he left, numbers eleven, twelve and thirteen all came and went in less than an hour. One sucked me a little before rimming me and fucking my on my back. The other two did not want to kiss, but just wanted to fuck me doggy-style and bust a nut quickly. It is the baths after all! I made notes of everyone in my little diary, packed up my stuff, got dressed, gathered up the sheet and towel and dropped them off before heading out the door and the few blocks to a well-deserved sleep.