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 related how I met a handsome older man at a gay bar, how I went home to play with him in his jacuzzi and play room and rode his immense cock.
1000 Men: 1998 A LAST NEW YEAR'S DAY ENCOUNTER
At home, I made a salad, added Armand's encounter to my diary with more detail than I would normally, and read for a while. Around 11 PM I decided that maybe I could score once more for the day, and headed out to one of the other gay bars in the neighborhood. I was there for about twenty minutes, when I saw a young twinkish guy eyeing me. I returned his glance, and after cruising each other with our eyes for a few minutes, I went over to where he was standing with his friends and introduced myself.
"What's happening, boys?" I asked.
"Just checkin' things out," the twink replied.
He introduced himself as Steve. His friends smiled appealingly. One, Ivan, was also slim and twinkish, the other, Tony, beefier and dark, with a two-day stubble, very masculine looking.
"Are you guys up for a little fun?" I asked.
"We're always looking for fun," said Tony with a smile.
"Well, I have a king bed, a hot collection of porn, and my place is only a two-minute walk from here," I said.
They all exchanged glances and smiled and Steve said, "Count me in. What about you guys?" he asked his friends.
"Me too," said Ivan.
"Fuck yeah" said Tony.
They picked up their coats, left tips on the bar and we were off.
When we got to my place, I put in a hot video, and by the time I was done, they were all naked and lying on the big bed, already with erections and starting to horse around. I quickly shed my clothes, and jumped in with them. Both Steve and Ivan were slim and smooth, not muscular at all, and Tony was well built with a nice rug of chest hair and plentiful hair on his legs.
For the next hour, we romped on the bed and watched the video. We took turns sucking each other, and the two twinks spent some time rimming Tony and me. Then Tony started to fuck Steve doggy-style, while Steve sucked my cock and I in turn sucked Ivan. We kept that going for a while, and then Tony suggested that he and I top the two other boys, side-by-side. We turned them around on their backs so that we could watch the video while we were fucking, rolled on condoms, lubed ourselves well, and positioning ourselves with their feet on our shoulders, plunged in and fucked them in unison. Both the twink boys were active bottoms and pushed back at us as we pistoned them. They reached over and started jacking each other as we fucked.
Before long, Ivan shot his load all over his chest and neck, followed by Steve. Tony was not ready to cum yet, and I decided not to try for a fifth time in a day, but to just keep fucking Steve until Tony had cum. Tony kept pounding Ivan for another five minutes while he enjoyed the fucking scene on the video, and then, in unison with the video scene, he shot his load with loud groans into the condom in Ivan's ass. We both continued pumping for a while longer as we wound down, and then collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.
After a short time, I brought in some damp wash-cloths and towels and everyone cleaned off. I told the boys about my project for the year, and thanked them for their contribution. We shared a friendly kiss, they got dressed and went out into the night.
Day one was a resounding success, and I noted the three guys in my diary for a total of seven for the day. I didn't want a day of rest yet, but I knew that I could afford one when the time came.