One Thousand Men

By John the Artist

Published on Jan 29, 2021

Gay

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 described how I woke up early in the morning after my night with Chad, and made love to him one last time before he had to leave.

1000 Men: 1998 ARMAND'S PARTY

Armand had emailed me as promised on Tuesday with an invitation to his next monthly sex party on Saturday. I was really looking forward to it because I figured that I could rack up some good numbers there and have a lot of fun, not the least of which I was looking forward to was getting fucked again by Armand, especially if it was going to be a performance, as he had intimated. The idea of performing with Armand in front of almost thirty other men really turned me on.

When I got the invitation, it laid out some rules:

1--All guests had to arrive between 8:30 and 9, after which the doors would be closed. We all had to stay until the end of the party at one.

2--There would be a $20 donation to defray the costs of condoms, lube, refreshments and cleaning after the party.

3--If another man said No to you, it meant No.

4--No bare-backing. Condom use required.

5--Come squeaky clean. If you planned to bottom, you had to douche yourself out well before the party.

6--Have lots of fun!

I replied that I was looking forward to it. I figured that I should be able to add twenty-plus men to my project list. Saturday, I worked on my new series of drawings some more, read, and took a nap in the afternoon so that I would be in my best form that night. I had been careful not to cum since my date with Chad so that I would have a good store for the action on Saturday night.

I made a light dinner at seven, and read for a while, but was too distracted thinking about the party. I had been to sex parties before, of course, but never one in a place designed for maximum pleasure like Armand's party room. So I turned on the TV until it was time to go. At 8:30 I went out and caught a cab for the quick ride to Armand's house.

When I arrived there were a couple of other guys about my age walking up to the door. We said hello, and rang the bell, which was quickly answered by a very hot looking kid in 501s with no shirt on. He was small--maybe 5'4" or so, perhaps 125 lbs.--but he had a beautiful, sculptural body and a quick smile. He had an attractive bulge in his pants, and I was looking forward to seeing what it turned into later. I always liked the look of a big cock on a small guy.

He checked our names on a list, collected our $20, and directed us to a room on the second floor that was lined with lockers. We undressed and put the elastic band of the locker keys around our ankles just like at the baths. There was a pile of multicolored towels, and we each took one and then headed up to the third floor party room, just as a group of four other guys came into the locker room. The men who arrived with me were attractive, not with gym-bunny bodies, but good looking, respectably equipped and with friendly faces.

When we got to the third floor, there were about fifteen guys there already. Nothing was really happening yet. They were just standing around talking, or nibbling on the snacks at a table along the wall, or sipping glasses of wine or bottles of beer. Some had the towels around their waists like at the baths, and others stood completely naked. They ranged from a couple of guys in their early twenties to a couple of guys in their 50s with most of them in their late 30s and early 40s. There was one body-builder type--one of the 40-somethings--a couple of skinny guys, and a few who carried a few extra pounds on them. Basically a good cross-section of adult men.

My body was turning a few heads, and I knew that I would have no problem having sex with pretty much as many guys and I wanted. Standing on the far side of the room, black towel around his waist and sporting a natty black bow-tie--as a joke--was Armand. When he saw me, he came over, put his arms around my waist and gave me a nice solid kiss.

"It's great to see you John," he said. "I'm looking forward to some fun with you tonight."

"Me too," I said, "I've been thinking about your suggestion last week."

"Ahhh, yesss," Armand replied, "you need to save yourself for me later, OK?"

"Yup," I replied with a smile.

As we talked, six other men came into the room, and in a few minutes more the crowd was at about twenty-five guys, with only a few minutes to go until nine o'clock. Over to one side, a couple of guys were starting to make out, and one couple lay down on the bed together and started kissing. A good-looking man in his mid-40s smiled at me from across the room and I smiled back. He had a light coat of hair on his chest, and was really nicely hung with a good thick cock. He started to move over to me, just as the last guests arrived.

In the last group of men was a surprise: a pair of identical twins. They were tall, slim and muscular, and they were black, with very dark skin. There were two other black men at the party already, and several Asian and Hispanic guys, but these guys had everybody panting. They could have been porn stars with their fantastic bodies, but the icing on the cake was their huge cocks, swinging freely between their legs. They went over to talk to Armand, who reached out with both hands and took their cocks in his fingers as he greeted them, a cock-shake instead of a handshake!

In the meantime, the man from across the room moved over to where I was standing. He saw my eyes focused on the twins, and I said to him, "Man, those guys are hot."

"No hotter than you," he responded. "My name is Joshua."

"Good to meet you Joshua," I said, "I'm John."

"Can I kiss you, John?" he asked, disarmingly. I answered by bringing my lips to his and moving slowly into a deep kiss.

He sighed softly and put his hands on my chest, finding my nipples and starting to caress them as we kissed. He moved closer, and I felt his now-erect cock push against my belly. I reached down and gently took it in my hand and started to slowly stroke him as he worked my nipples and we kissed. We played like that for a little while, the intensity building, He took my cock in his hand and we were slowly jerking each other off. I broke off the kiss and moved to nibble his ear as well as survey the rest of the crowd. Perhaps half of the guys were now making out, or playing with each other. Kneeling in front of the twins who were sitting at the foot of one of the king-sized beds, were two older guys who were doing their best to deep throat black cocks that must have been at least nine inches long.

I looked over Joshua's shoulder and on the wall was a hand-soap dispenser with a label on it that said LUBE, so I reached over and got a squeeze on my hand and brought it back to his thick cock. We went back to kissing and caressing, just standing there and feeling each other's bodies. But Joshua was getting more and more excited and his breath was getting shorter, his kisses more urgent, and I knew that he was going to cum soon. I kept stroking him, moving my hand not only up and down his cock, but swirling it around the shaft, and letting my fingers move over his balls as I went to its base before coming up to the tip again.

In a few more strokes, it was over, and he shot a big load into my open hand, collapsing against my body as he came.

"John, it's been so long since I've been with a guy with a hot body like yours. Will you fuck me later tonight?"

"Let's see what happens," I said, "there is a lot of party ahead of us."

Joshua brought my hand to his mouth and slurped up his own cum before drifting off in search of another partner.

As soon as he left, there was another man next to me, and he led me over to one of the beds and asked me to sit down. Then he was on his knees, sucking my cock. We continued for a while, getting down on one of the floor mats and taking turns sucking before going into a hot 69 for about ten minutes. I didn't want to cum yet, and neither did he, so we split up and found new partners.

Over the course of the next three hours, I sucked, fucked, was sucked or fucked by 24 other guys. At one point, I climbed into the sling and was tag-teamed by four other men who took multiple turns on my ass. I went up to the Jacuzzi on the roof with one of the older men who gave me an unbelievable blowjob, edging me at least ten times before I traded places and sucked him until he shot in my mouth.

All the while, I was keeping my eye on the kid who had answered the door when we came in. He was very popular: young, a hot muscular body, and he was very well hung. He was apparently a total bottom. I must have seen him getting fucked by at least fifteen other guys. After my older friend left me in the hot tub, the kid came out of the door to the roof deck and climbed in.

In a minute he was in my arms and we were kissing and frantically exploring each other's bodies. I found him a real turn-on. I like guys that are so small that I can lift them and move them around any way I want for a variety of sensations. In a couple of minutes, he was sucking my cock as I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, with the cold night air around me. I couldn't stay there for long, because of the cold, and anyway, I wanted badly to fuck him. I slipped back down into the pool, reached over for the bowl of condoms on the side, ripped one open, handed it to him and, and stood up as he rolled it down my cock. Then he turned around and braced his hands on the edge of the Jacuzzi, as I moved behind him, my cock gliding up between his cute little buns. He spread his legs, but he was so short that my cock did not line up with his ass very well, so I put my hands around his hips and lifted him up until I was aligned and he pushed back against me and I felt myself slip inside.

"Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me deep, fuck me hard, just fuck me," he said looking over his shoulder at me.

Some other guys had now joined us in the pool, and they were doing the same thing. All the action was making the water slosh up over the edge as we fucked.

I had been playing for nearly three hours without cumming, and this little stud was so active that it was not long before I felt myself being pushed over the edge. I grabbed his hips and slammed his body against my cock like a living jack-off sleeve, and then pulled his body to mine and worked his nipples as I finished shooting in the condom.

When we were done, we collapsed together on the bench at the side of the Jacuzzi, and watched while the other couple climaxed. When everyone was done, we just sat there in the bubbling water, catching our breath, laughing and talking and enjoying the water action for a while.

One of the problems with the party, which I had explained to Armand in an email, was that I needed my diary at hand so that I could record my encounters. But of course, that would look kind of weird, if I kept whipping out a book and writing in it every time I had sex with someone. So Armand said I should just keep it in the bathroom on the second floor, and I could slip out as often as I wanted to make my notes. So about every five encounters or so, I would go downstairs and make a few notes. I'm not sure if anyone noticed. I don't think that anyone at the party besides Armand knew of my project.

Next: Chapter 12


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