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!tist@hotmail.com. Please Contribute to Nifty.org and keep this wonderful resource going!
In the last chapter, I told how I added 13 men to my totals bottoming at the baths on Saturday night, and how, the 10th guy was a blond Adonis named Chad. We exchanged numbers and decided to have a date soon.
1000 Men: 1998 THINKING ABOUT CHAD
It was early Sunday morning, when I left the baths and I was not only sore and tired, but also really hungry from all that sex! I stopped at a neighborhood diner that opened early and had a big breakfast of eggs, sausage, biscuits, juice and coffee, and then went home and went to bed. I slept until about 5 PM, and got up feeling a lot less sore--though I knew that I was through with being fucked for a couple of days. I had a glass of wine, made myself a dinner of a sautŽed chicken breast with rice and vegetables, and sat down to make more notes in my diary, and make sure that all my encounters from the baths were recorded and complete. Then I settled in with a good book for a while.
Because I had slept most of the day, I knew that I would not be sleepy for several more hours. So around 10 PM, I headed over to one of the neighborhood bars to see if I could rustle up a little action for the evening. I sat down with my ginger ale (as I've said, I figured if I was going to spend a lot of time in bars, I could not spend a commensurate amount of time drinking!), and about fifteen minutes later an attractive Hispanic man in his 40s sat on the stool next to mine and we started to talk.
He was charming and had a slight Spanish accent, a friendly smile, and an attractive, but not exceptional body. Ten minutes later, we were back at my apartment trading oral. He was uncut, like a lot of Latin men, and very passionate. We ended up in a hot 69 on my bed. He warned me he was ready to cum, and I took my mouth off his cock and jacked him onto my chest, a huge, creamy load.
He wanted me to cum too, but I said "No offense," and explained my exploits of the night before. I think he was just a little envious.
When he left, I went back to the bar, and about a half-hour later, met a couple, one a lanky kid in his early 20s with a slightly effeminate older man in his 50s. I wasn't sure if it was a dad-and-lad couple, or a hustler and his trick. It turned out to be the former, and we all went back to their place, where the kid and I took turns fucking the older man. We ended with the kid fucking the older guy while I fucked him. The scene was really hot. The kid seemed to have boundless energy, and came twice within 45 minutes or so. The older guy was a total cock-slut, and moaned loudly and while we fucked him and begged for more whenever one of us withdrew.
Around midnight, I went home, read for an hour or so, and then went to bed and slept soundly until about 8 AM.
Around 11, I called my gallery in Chicago, and discussed some details of my show with them and then decided to head over to the baths again for a while. There is often a group of men who come in for some lunch-time fun, and I thought I would check it out. I got there around 11:30 AM and stayed for two hours, during which I sucked one guy, got sucked by another, and fucked a hot guy in his 30s who I saw check in wearing a suit and tie. I find undressing a hot man in a suit very sexy, and was sorry that I wasn't able to do it with him. I was still not ready to cum yet after my orgy of men on Saturday night, but I realized that I could probably meet my quota easily by doing the baths at noon every so often.
While I was at the baths, I kept thinking about my blond Adonis from Saturday--or more accurately, early Sunday--Chad. I decided to give him a call or email him when I got home. Then I decided not to email, since I didn't know how secure his email was at work.
When I got home, I went to call him, and the message light was blinking on the phone. I played the message.
"Hey, John," it said, "I just wanted to tell you again how hot you were last Saturday night--uh, Sunday morning, that is--and I really hope that we can get together again. Like real soon, please? I'm working hard, but if you're free on Wednesday evening, I would love to have dinner or drinks and spend some more time with you. Please call."
I picked up the phone, and left him a message: "Chad, it's John. Wednesday is cool. I really would like to have dinner and have a chance to talk to you some more. By the way, I have a cool place in the gayborhood, if you want to come here after. Give me a call when you get this message. I'll be waiting by the phone (wink, wink)." The funny thing is that I really did want to wait by the phone. I already had my three men for the day, so there was no reason that I had to go out in the evening.
Around seven, the phone rang. It was all I could do to not pick it up on the first ring. Calm down, John, I told myself. It won't look so good to him if you're so anxious. Play a little harder to get. I picked up on the third ring.
"Hello, John here," I said.
"John, it's Chad."
"Hi, handsome," I responded. "I've been thinking a lot about you since I met you."
"Same here," he said, "that is, I've been thinking about you too."
I decided to test him a little, and have a little fun. "Even when that sissy boy was riding your hard cock with the door open last Sunday morning?" I asked, with an obvious chuckle in my voice.
"Well, you know, John, we were all there for the same thing, weren't we? And anyway, who are you to talk with your quest for a thousand men in 1998 off to such a hot start?"
"Just joking," I replied. "Anyway, I did say I wanted to get together. And I really do. I really want to get to know you a lot better, 999 other men or no."
"The feeling is mutual, John. I can't wait to learn more about you, and to explore more with you. I can't tell you how many times your face appeared in my dreams and while I was at work, trying to think about other things. Not only your face but your hot body and your cock too!" he said gleefully.
So we made a date--yes a real date!--for Wednesday. We were going to get dinner at a friendly bistro a few blocks away and then go back to my apartment for drinks and. . .