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 related how on Sunday I met a nice Hispanic man at a bar, and went to my place for a satisfying 69, and then how I went back to the bar and hooked up with a daddy/son duo for a hot 3-way, and how on Monday I had three noon-time encounters at the baths, and when I got home there was a message from Chad that he wanted to have a date, and how we arranged it for the following Wednesday.
1000 Men: 1998 MY DATE WITH CHAD
The intervening days did not exactly drag. I continued my quest, and continued to meet my quota. But on Wednesday, I decided to take care of some errands and abandon my quest for more men, saving myself up for my evening with Chad. I did hop in the shower late in the afternoon, and I cleaned myself out well since I thought it was a good bet that he would fuck me sometime during the evening.
At seven, I met him at the bistro. We ordered a bottle of wine, and our dinners. We were sitting at a corner table, not across from each other, but on two adjacent sides of a square table facing the main part of the restaurant. Our legs were partially hidden by the tablecloth. While we were waiting for our dinner to come, we talked and sipped our wine. He was a really lively conversationalist, and enthusiastic about his work and life in general. It was great to meet a man who actually had something to say outside of the usual sexual chatter and the cattiness that a lot of gay conversation is prone to.
As we worked our way through dinner and the bottle of wine, I found myself getting more and more aroused. I let my leg drift over to his under the table until we were touching. I pressed slightly and he returned the pressure, never letting up on his end of the conversation or verbally acknowledging what I was doing.
When the waiter asked for our dessert orders, Chad said "None for me," and at the same time, I felt his hand move up my leg until he was grabbing my hard cock through my pants.
Trying to sound as normal as possible, I said "Same here. Just the check, please."
After the waiter left, I let my hand wander under the table to Chad's crotch, and felt his boner too.
"I think I know what I want for dessert, Chad," I said, and he replied "Me too."
We split the check, and got up to go. Fortunately, my erection had subsided enough that it was not obvious to the whole restaurant, not that it would have mattered much in a place where most of the other customers were also gay. It looked like Chad also had his arousal temporarily under control. We stepped out into the cold night and hurriedly walked the short distance to my apartment.
Once inside, we quickly shed our coats, and were in each other's arms, lips locked together, trying to devour each other. Frantically, we unbuttoned buttons, shed shirts and undershirts, kissed and pressed our bodies together and then quickly moved to getting belts open, pants unbuttoned, zippers down, shoes off, pants off and finally out of our underwear to stand naked facing each other.
Chad was even better than I remembered from the baths. His firmly muscled body glowing with perfect skin, pale, rosy and smooth. Of course, I was now seeing him in the brighter light of my apartment, not the murky atmosphere of the baths.
He gently encircled my hard cock with his hand, and I reached out to his erect nipples and gently squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger as I leaned forward to kiss him again. We kept that up for a few minutes, accompanied by soft moans and sighs from both of us.
Chad broke off the kiss with a radiant smile and said "And now, for my dessert," at which he sunk to his knees on the carpet, kissed the tip of my cock and then plunged in one fell swoop down to the base, deep-throating me.
He had sucked me on Saturday night, but this time was even better. He was a real expert, and pretty soon I was slowly pumping my hips, thrusting my cock deep into his throat, which he really seemed to enjoy. In a few minutes, I felt myself almost reaching climax, and pulled out of his mouth.
"What," he said, "you're not enjoying this?"
"On the contrary," I said, "too much. I don't want to cum so soon."
"I'll take it easy," he said, and plunged down on me again. He brought me to the edge six more times in the next fifteen or so minutes.
Finally, he looked up at me with that dazzling smile again and said "C'mon on, John, give me your load." Without any answer from me, he went back down on my throbbing cock, and sucked me for about a half-minute more before I exploded in his throat. He sucked me dry and kept going until I got so sensitive that it was almost painful.
I pulled him up into another kiss and whispered, "Time for my dessert."
"OK," he said.
I led him over to an armless upholstered side-chair and pushed him down to sit on it. He sat on the front edge of the seat and leaned back, with his legs spread and his hard cock straight in the air. I love looking at a hot guy in this position, with his muscular thighs on display, his balls in full view, his abs rippling on a curved ramp up to a tight chest.
My cock had softened a little as I knelt in front of him, and started servicing his meat. Just like he had done to me, I quickly brought him close to cumming, and when I did, I turned my attention to his nipples, or his balls or licking the hills and valleys of his abs, or nibbling and licking softly on the insides of his thighs. As I worked on him, my cock became aroused again and came to full attention. I edged him for about fifteen minutes like he did me.
He said softly "I don't know how much longer I can last, John."
"OK, I know what we'll do," I said, and stepped over to an end table and retrieved a condom, lube and poppers from the drawer. I came back to another dazzling smile.
"I like your thinking," he said.
I bent down and sucked him a little more, then lubed his cock, rolled a condom down on it, and then lubed the condom and my ass. I got up to stand straddling him, while he reached out and stroked my cock lightly as I unscrewed the poppers. I took a deep whiff and held the bottle under his nose as I reached around and held his cock at my hole and then settled back on it, my legs straddling his lap sitting on the armless chair, until he was deep inside me, and I had screwed the top back on the bottle.
Our lips met and our tongues entwined as the poppers hit and I put my hands on his chest and started moving slowly up and down on his cock, squeezing with my ass, rotating my hips and pleasuring his cock the best ways I knew. He squirted some lube on his hand and started stroking me as I rode his cock. It felt fabulous, but I didn't want to cum again so soon, and worked at holding off and concentrating on his pleasure.
I probably rode him for five, maybe ten, minutes, as his body writhed beneath me and I wondered if the chair could take all we were giving it. He was thrusting his hips up to meet my ass, and our mouths were locked together.
Suddenly, I felt his cock swell--it felt like it had grown a couple more inches, though I knew that was not true--and he started unloading in the condom in my ass, aiding his climax by lifting my ass up and down with his arms. My hands were on his shoulders and arms and I loved the feel of his swelling biceps and delts as he moved my body to his maximum pleasure.
Finally, it was over, and our bodies collapsed together, sweaty, exhausted, and happy. I stayed in his arms a couple of minutes as we regained our breaths, kissing and caressing his chest and shoulders, as his hands traced light tattoos up and down my back. I felt him start to soften and I stood up and then knelt in front of him again, peeling off the condom, and putting its contents to my mouth.
"Hmmm, nice dessert," I said, smiling broadly.
"Glad you like my sweet cream," he said, smiling.
"That was a nice start to the night," he said.
"Night?" I asked.
"Well, aren't we just getting started, John? You got an urgent appointment or somethin'? No reason we can't enjoy each other all night, if you're up for it."
"Sure, I'd love you to stay if you can," I said.
He said, "I brought a change of underwear and my toothbrush with me, just in case," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Let's jump in the shower before the next course," I said.
We squeezed into the shower together, the hot water splashing down over our bodies. We soaped each other up enjoying the smooth lubricated feeling of the soap. I took his cock in my hands and slowly, lovingly, soaped it up and it sprang back to life.
Chad moaned and kissed me saying "Oh, man, that feels great, but let's take it easy for a little while OK?"
"OK," I said, "if you insist. But I do want more."
"You'll get it," he replied.
We were under the water for about ten minutes, and then we got out and dried off.
"I could open a bottle of wine, if you like," I said.
Chad said, "Yeah, that would be nice, but I brought some weed with me if you'd rather."
Knowing how weed turned me on, and enhanced my sexual pleasure, I eagerly responded, "Sure, I'm up for that. Nothing better than weed and sex."
"That's right, dude," Chad responded as he went over to his little bag and pulled out a joint. I found a lighter, and he lit up, taking a deep toke, then handing it to me. We went into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed.
I inhaled deeply, and was almost immediately hit with a warm, mellow feeling, and a floating sensation. It was indeed superb shit. I handed it back to him. I was instantly horny and my cock was quickly swelling to its full length and girth. He took another deep toke, and handed it back to me. As I inhaled again, he put his arm around me and started to nuzzle my neck.
"Baby, when I'm high, there is nothing better than being fucked by a hot guy," he said.
His warm body against mine, his lips on my neck, his fingers playing with my nipples: all added up to an incredible sensation. I put out the joint in a saucer, saving the rest for later.
I turned to kiss him, and let one of my hands drift down to his now-hard cock. We were both hypersensitive, and the slightest touch seemed to send electric waves through our bodies. We made out for fifteen minutes or so, lightly playing with and caressing each other's erections, feeling like our bodies were melting together into one.
"Hey, John," Chad said, "are you cool with porn?"
"Yeah," I replied, "I have a pretty good collection here, if you want to watch."
"That's cool," he said, "but I brought along a hot new video I just got. Want to watch it while we play?"
"Sure," I said.
He got up and went into the living room and came back with the video. I got up and put it in the player, and started it with the remote. We lay on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and talking as the video went through the FBI warnings and other stuff. The initial shots of the guys looked promising, and I said so.
Chad said "Yeah, there are some really hot guys in this video, and a couple of monster cocks that'll make you drool."
The video was one of those road-trip videos: a couple of young studs are traveling in California and pick up other hot young guys and then have hot sex out of doors, in a stream, under the trees and so forth. Each episode involves a couple of new guys and so on. While we watched, we made out a little and slowly stroked each other. During a hot scene a young blond boy is eagerly sucking a somewhat older dark-haired guy with a really big cock. Imitating the scene, Chad bent over and started to suck me, looking at the video out of the corner of his eye. He tried to match the action on the screen so that while I watched, it seemed as if I was the guy on the screen getting the blowjob. It felt fantastic, but I knew that I would not come as quickly as I had earlier in the evening.
As the video progressed, the blond boy on the screen was getting rimmed by the older guy. Chad turned to me and said "Do that to me John."
He turned sideways to the TV, on his stomach, like the boy on the screen, and raised his ass to me to give me access. Again, looking at the video out of the corner of my eye, I tried to match the moves of the guys on the screen. Chad was moaning loudly, and rotating his ass in my face, meeting my tongue and pushing back against it.
Finally, the older guy on the video turned the blond over, kissed him deeply, slipped on a condom and entered him as he lay on his back, his legs over his shoulders.
"John, fuck me like that, now," Chad said. I quickly found a condom and lube, and pretty soon was kneeling between Chad's raised legs, my cock at his hole. I bent to kiss him and shoved in. On the screen, the boys were really going at it, grinding and pounding, and we quickly matched their rhythm. Chad was a real power bottom, which was a little bit of surprise, since until now he had only topped me.
We fucked, transferring ourselves in our minds to the video, and as the guys on the video neared climax, so did we. Finally the blond boy came as he was being fucked. A minute later, Chad started shooting his second load all over his chest. Then the older guy on the video pulled out and jerked himself off on the blond's cum-covered chest. I did the same and added my load to Chad's, then bent over to kiss him, and finally brought my body to his, letting our cum slip and slide between our chests as we kissed.
A few minutes later, I got up, got a damp washcloth and a towel from the bathroom, and we cleaned up. We were both smiling big smiles.
"That was incredibly hot, man," I said.
Chad replied, "There are still a couple of hot scenes left. We can pause it and do some more later if you want."
"Sounds like a plan," I said, "but all this action has made me hungry again. How about I scramble some eggs?"
"That sounds great," said Chad, and so I walked into the kitchen to make a light supper for us.
Chad followed me in and we talked while I cooked. As I said, he was a great conversationalist and knew a lot about a lot of things. His medical research interested me: I always liked science, and in college took a lot of biology before settling on art, so I knew enough to understand what he was doing on a fairly high level. From his side, he had always had an intense interest in art and music, and followed the contemporary art scene closely.
He knew the work of a lot of my friends, and when I described what I was doing now (as opposed to the gay-theme painting on the apartment walls) he smiled enthusiastically and said that he had seen my last show in Philly and was really excited to meet me.
"Well, that's excitement on another level than what we have experienced tonight," I joked.
He responded with a chuckle, and said, "I don't often have the chance to let loose with someone who is both great in bed and fun to talk to. Don't get me wrong, the sex tonight has been really great, but it makes it even better that you're so much fun to talk to and just hang out with. I would get together without the sex, and for me that's saying a lot. I don't have much time outside the lab, and I find myself getting bored with always going out with my coworkers and talking the same science all the time. If I want to blow off steam, I usually end up at the baths like last Saturday, or find a quickie hook-up at a bar. But it's rare to find someone I want to spend the night with, much less get together with more than once. I'm really having a great time tonight."
"Chad, the feeling is mutual," I said. "One thing that has bothered me since starting my 1000-Man Project is that the connections are necessarily so short and usually anonymous. Meeting you makes me realize that I need something more. I'm not sure that I am really ready for a full-time boyfriend though. Anyway, who would want to be a boyfriend to a guy who is having sex with more than twenty guys a week? But if you want to get together like this every week, I would really be up for it, if you can accept the terms."
"John, it's pretty much the same for me. I have so little time with all the work I'm doing, and the meetings I have to go to, I could never commit to another man the way I would like to right now. What you are describing would be perfect for me now, and maybe if we can still stand each other at the end of the year when you are done with your project, and I am done with my current fellowship, we can see where we are then, OK?"
So we sat down to plates of scrambled eggs, some tomatoes I had quickly broiled, some left-over pasta that I sautŽed with a little garlic, and finished up with a bowl of ice cream and hot fudge sauce I heated up in the microwave.
"Let's finish the video," he said when we were done. We left the dishes for the morning, and headed back to the bedroom. While we finished the video, he told me about a hitchhiking trip he had taken in California while he was in college that ended up kind of like the video.
He was younger and more na•ve then. He was already involved in the gay life, but mostly just on campus. When he was hitching, he had taken his shirt off since it was so warm out, and was quickly picked up by a guy in his 30s who came right out and asked if he would have sex with him. They pulled off the highway up a dirt road, and hiked into the woods with an old sleeping bag from the trunk, and then he fucked the driver. He realized that he could make that happen more by advertising his orientation with subtle gestures as well as putting his beautiful body on display, so it happened a few more times on the trip, including an overnight with a trucker who picked him up and had sex with him in his sleeper cab.
Of course, we were both excited and hard again, and while he told me his story and we finished the last couple of scenes of the video, we caressed and stroked each other more. I went down on him briefly, but by this time, we were both pretty tired, and so when the video was done, I shut off the TV, pulled the covers over us, held him in my arms and kissed him good night.