One Thousand Men

By John the Artist

Published on Feb 5, 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 related how I had a morning hook up with a guy at the motel I was staying at west of Cleveland, a long-distance trucker, and how at breakfast he had clued me into the etiquette of truck-stop and rest-stop sex.

1000 Men: 1998 CHICAGO

The drive from Cleveland to Chicago was easy, and I decided to go via the Chicago Skyway and get off at Stony Island Avenue and drive up Lakeshore Drive. It was mid-afternoon and I still had time for a couple of hours at the Art Institute of Chicago before it closed. I was in luck and found on-street parking a few blocks away in the park, and enjoyed the stroll to the museum. I spent a couple of very pleasant hours wandering through the collections with no particular goal in mind, other than to see again the magnificent Seurat masterpiece, A Sunday on La Grande Jatte. After the museum, I spent nearly an hour just walking along the shore of Lake Michigan, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather.

A little after six, I joined the rush-hour traffic on Lake Shore Drive, and drove up to the Belmont exit, turned west to Halsted and found a parking lot that would take the car overnight in case I wanted to stay that long. I walked up to Yoshi's and had a tasty, leisurely dinner. About eight o'clock, I was ready for an evening of fun, and headed across the street to Steamworks.

The Steamworks chain has to be just about the best thing in gay bathhouses in my opinion. Unlike a lot of baths, that seem to snub their noses at their clientele and are dirty, with thread-bare towels, or non-functioning steam rooms or saunas, the Steamworks believes in great customer service, and they are rewarded with a lot of customers. That means that at almost any time of day or night there will be a lot of men there wanting to get off, so your chances of some hot fun are really good anytime. The Chicago Steamworks has super-clean rooms with over thirty porn channels in each room, full-length mirrors next to each bed, locking storage in the rooms and safe-deposit boxes at check-in for your wallet and other valuables.

Best of all, they have a great wet area, with automatic showers, a huge steam room with all kinds of dark alcoves, and a hot-tub/pool that could easily hold 50 guys, again with a variety of semi-private alcoves and a powerful Jacuzzi system.

On the second floor is a room with a balcony area about three feet above another, central floor. Guys standing on the lower level are at the perfect height to suck men standing along the railing above. And then there is the video room with its multiple screens and giant stepped carpeted area that you can sprawl on and engage in any acts with other men that you can think of (within reason of course!).

I bought a membership, since I knew that I could use it in Berkeley and again in Chicago on the trip home over a month later, and got a standard room (narrow bunk, TV, mirror) on the lower area of the second floor. I figured that I could have a good time, and then later in the evening head west to get a motel, or if I wanted, I could just get a renewal on my room and get a little sleep at the baths. I came prepared with a little bag that included my lube, poppers and a light blanket. Condoms were available throughout the facility in bins mounted on the walls.

As I headed to my room, I stopped off in the bathroom to brush my teeth and douche myself from the special faucets they provide. On the way to my room, I saw several other rooms open with guys in them waiting for partners to join them. One hot guy was a young Asian man with a beautiful body, an appealing round ass, and the words Fuck Me tattooed on his buttocks. He was, of course, lying face down, and I resolved to come back later and do the bidding of his tattoo.

In my room, and my cock was already semi-hard anticipating the fun ahead. I changed out of my driving clothes, put the essentials into my Bath Buddy and headed down to the wet area. The wet area is enclosed with a wall of glass blocks, and includes the showers, the Jacuzzi, steam room and sauna. I wanted to start with a shower, and as I stepped down the few steps to the shower area, the three guys in the shower followed me with their eyes.

Two men were older bears and were soaping each other up. Their cocks were erect, and they were kissing and caressing each other as they slowly worked the soap over each other's bodies. A man under one of the other shower heads looked intently at me as I headed to a shower in the corner. He was about my age, or a little younger, and had a gym-sculpted body, and a good-sized, semi-hard cock. He turned his back to me and started soaping his ass in a way-too-sensuous way that let me know what he was interested in. I smiled back, and thought, "Not a bad way to start the evening!"

I spent only a little time under the shower, before heading back up the steps toward the steam room. The guy in the shower followed me with his eyes, and just before I turned the corner, I smiled back at him in an invitation to join me. I hung my towel outside the steam room, and went inside and sat on one of the benches. Sure enough, a few seconds later the guy came in, looking for me. The light was dim and blue, but he could see where I was sitting.

As he came toward me, I got up and moved slowly to a small alcove beyond the edge of the bench. He followed me in, and pretty soon was in my arms, kissing me. His body was solid, warm and very wet, like mine, and I was enjoying feeling it slip and slide against mine, our cocks rubbing together with our bellies as we pressed together in the almost total dark of the alcove. I took his nice, thick, cock in my hand and started slowly stroking him as we kissed. A minute later, he slid down to the floor and had my cock in his mouth, sucking me slowly, softly and with great skill.

We kept it up for another few minutes, and then it started getting too hot. I pulled him up into my arms and said, "Let's take this to the Jacuzzi."

He did not answer, but followed me out the door and across the short bridge to the steps into the Jacuzzi. The five or six men in the water already eyed our erections as we stepped into the bubbling pool, and headed over to one of the alcoves in the corner.

When we got to the alcove, we were back in each other's arms again, and this time, I asked him to hoist himself up to the bench a little above the water's edge, and I went down on him, sucking him softly and slowly as he had done me.

We took turns sucking each other for the next ten minutes or so. The pool was hot too, and after that time, my new friend said, "Let's go to my room, OK?"

I said, "Yes", and so we left the pool, dried off, and I followed him upstairs to one of the hallways adjacent to mine.

Inside his room, he lay on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I dry-humped him, and his reclining body was even hotter than it was when we were standing. I was ready to fuck him and I knew that was what he was after. So I lifted his hips up, with his legs back over his head and started to work his asshole with my tongue, probing, and pushing in. It was sending him into ecstasy and he was gasping, and moaning loudly, pushing his ass up into my face as I worked on him.

Finally, I reached over for one of the condoms on his little side-shelf, put one on, lubed up and then stood up on the bed above him, his ass still pointing straight up in the air, positioned my cock to penetrate it and drilled down into him.

When I did, his moan was closer to a scream. I slowly worked my cock up and down in his hole, flexing my legs slightly. I enjoyed watching the action in the mirror, almost like it was two other guys doing it for us. His ass was not as tight as the ass of the trucker I had fucked in the morning. Often, I like an experience where the whole feeling is softer, more teasing. He was capable of giving me a good grab with his ass muscles, but he sensed, from the reaction I had given him to his sucking, that I wanted the other just now.

I felt that I wanted to cum. On the other hand, it was still early in the evening, and I wanted to build up a load for a much more explosive conclusion later, so I used whatever mind tricks I knew to keep from climaxing, all the while bringing him closer and closer. We were still in our original position, and I was enjoying the athletic quality of it, and clearly so was he, because his breath got shorter and shorter, and he pumped his ass harder up to meet me.

I grabbed his cock and stroked it just a few times and that pushed him over the edge. He started to shoot his load all over his face and chest, his ass finally grabbing my cock hard as he came. When he was done, I stayed standing over him with my cock in his ass for a couple of minutes, then withdrew, took off the condom, and gave him a kiss.

"Later," I said, I wrapped my towel around my waist and left his room, with him smiling.

With my gym-toned body, and my easy-going style, I found that it was really easy to hook up with almost anyone I wanted to at Steamworks. I headed back down to the Jacuzzi, and pretty soon was in a hot three-way with a couple of older bears. Then I cruised the open rooms and hooked up with several other guys, topping three, and being topped by two. I was passing the room of the young Asian with the tattoo on his ass, and noticed the door was open again.

I walked in, quietly closed the door, and put my hand down into his ass-crack. His skin was silky smooth, and his body has hard and toned, with beautiful back and shoulder muscles. When my hand came to his hole, I could feel that he was already lubed up for action, and I grabbed one of the condoms next to his bed, slipped it on, and settled down on his back, my hands under his shoulders, my cock ready to enter him, and my mouth kissing his neck and ears. On the shelf with the condoms and on the floor, I counted about fifteen open condom wrappers. This guy had been busy!

He pushed his ass up to meet my cock and I slipped inside. He sighed a satisfied sigh, and we started our slow love-dance, working together like a team of experienced ballroom dancers. He could do amazing things with his ass muscles, and I knew that this time I wanted to go to my own climax with this hot guy. We were fucking for about 15 minutes, and several times, I slowed down or even stopped so that I would not cum. Finally, though, I was ready, and my body worked more and more intensely with his, still slowly, until I went over the edge, and shot a big load into the condom.

When we were done, I rolled off him, and we kissed and cuddled for a while. I asked his name (Jin) and he asked mine. I asked him when he had gotten to the baths, and he said he had checked in around three that afternoon, and since that time, had been fucked by eighteen guys.

"Aren't you a little sore?" I asked.

"Nah, I love being fucked," he said. "I hope I can do another twenty before I go. I can't seem to get enough."

I told him about my project for the year, and he said "Well, I've never kept count, but I bet I am somewhere close to that for the last year."

I told him to play safe, and maybe I would be back later in the evening, if that was OK with him.

"Sure, man, I had a great time with you. In a couple of hours I should be ready to cum again, and it would be great if you could bring me there."

Next: Chapter 19


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