One Thousand Men

By John the Artist

Published on Feb 11, 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 related how I hooked up once again with a guy at a highway rest stop, and he sucked me while he jerked off and came; then how I kept driving to Denver where I got a room at the CCC Club, a bathhouse, and had sex with 12 men before, almost calling it a night, I met a handsome guy who went back to my motel with me. He fucked me and then in the morning I fucked him.

1000 Men: 1998 COLORADO AND INTO UTAH

I had left Philly on Friday, spent that night in Cleveland, spent Saturday and Sunday in Chicago, Monday in Nebraska and Tuesday in Denver. There were more than 1300 miles still to go, and I figured that I could take my time and do it in about two-and-a-half days. That would put me in San Francisco in time to get settled in my sublet, connect with the museum people there and maybe hook up with someone Friday night, or drive over to Berkeley to go to the branch of the Steamworks baths there.

After stocking my cooler with lunch items and some juice and soda, I headed west on I-70. Just past the edge of Denver the road climbed through the foothills into the Rocky Mountains. The weather was clear and dry, and the traffic was easy. There was still spring skiing in the Rockies, though a lot of ski areas were quickly coming up on their season closing, and there were only a few die-hard skiers heading for the slopes. I thought briefly of the classic porn video The Other Side of Aspen and fantasized about hitting one of the resorts and trying to find a couple of hot skiers for some fun, but decided to just keep going. So far, I had pretty good luck hooking up on the road, and I was looking forward to trying more rest stops and truck stops.

The car climbed easily to Loveland Pass and the Eisenhower Tunnel, then dropped down to Silverthorne, and climbed again to Vail Pass. The mountains were beautiful, still in a mantle of snow, and the willows and osiers in the creek-beds were yellow and red, a truly stunning sight. I vowed to come back some spring and try to capture that effect on canvas.

Before too long, I was at Glenwood Springs, the turnoff to Aspen. I got out of the car to use the bathroom and stretch, got a cup of coffee at the gas station, and headed west again, constantly dropping down out of the mountains. I got to Grand Junction, near Colorado's western border right around lunch time, and pulled into a rest stop to fix myself a sandwich and take a little breather.

I got out my cooler, went over to one of the picnic tables, made myself a sandwich, and sat eating and drinking a soda, surveying the parking lot and the surrounding landscape. Again, I had taken my shirt off, enjoying the warm sun on my back, and wondering if my body would attract some attention from any other guys.

I was finishing my lunch when an RV pulled into the rest stop and parked near my car. Two men in their 40s got out and headed to the men's room. My gaydar went off and so I put my cooler back in the car and headed in after them. One was apparently in a stall, and the other was standing at one of the two urinals. I took a position next to him to piss. I could see his head move a little as he checked out my equipment. He had stopped peeing, but stood there with his cock still out. I looked at him and smiled, letting him know that I was interested. I slowly stuffed my cock back in my pants, and as I left the men's room, I turned and looked at him to let him know I wanted him to follow.

A minute later, he emerged from the men's room with his friend and walked over to where I was sitting at the table again. He and his friend were a few years older than me, with just a few pounds too many on them, but all-in-all, nice looking masculine guys. They started some small talk--the weather, driving conditions, and that kind of thing--and asked where I was headed. I told them about my trip and asked them about theirs.

They were on a six-week trip around the west, which they had started about a week earlier. I asked them about the RV, and they said they had rented it for the trip, and it came in really handy, not only for avoiding the cost of motels, but for taking "fun-breaks" as they put it, during the day.

I said, "That sounds like a great way to travel. I've never been in an RV before."

It was all the invitation they needed. "Want to come in and take a look? This baby has everything: TV, video player, kitchen, big comfortable bed, the works."

"Hey, I could use a little `fun-break' myself," I said, chuckling a bit. They just beamed and led the way to the RV.

All three of us realized that a "fun break" was just around the corner. They preceded me into the RV, and then turned around to close the door. On the dinette table were a couple of gay magazines, and there were several gay porn videos on the shelf next to the video player.

"So, what do you like to do?" I asked.

The taller of the two guys said, "We've been a couple for ten years. He's a bottom and I'm a top. We like to have a little fun on the side, either alone or together, and a trip is a great time for it, don't you think?"

Who was I to argue? I said, "I'm versatile, so I think we could have a good time, if you're up for it."

The shorter guy squeezed what was obviously an erection in his pants and said, "I'm up for it, and I think my friend, Don, probably is too." He smiled and grinned at Don, the taller guy.

Don said, "Gene is always up for it, can't get enough, and you're a really hot guy. Much more than we had hoped for on this trip. Wanna do it?"

I said, "Sure. No time like the present."

We moved together and they put their arms around me, and the three of us started kissing, and feeling each other. It didn't take long before they had their shirts off too. Clearly, they were turned on by my ripped body, which was beginning to take on a little color from few hours I had spent in the sun with my shirt off.

A couple of minutes later, Gene was on his knees on the floor in front of us, undoing our buckles and zippers, and pushing our pants down. Within seconds Don and I were standing there with our pants around our ankles, and our hard cocks right in front of Gene's face. Don and I were about the same size, and Gene stared at our hard cocks with total lust on his face.

Don and I turned to kissing each other, as Gene turned his attention to our cocks sucking first me and then Don and back to me again. As he sucked, he undid his own pants and took out his hard cock--he was bigger than either of us and uncut--and started stroking himself as he pleasured us with his mouth.

We kept this up for a while, and then Don said "Let's get naked," and we took a break to get completely undressed.

Don said "Gene would love you to fuck him, right, Gene?" to which Gene merely grunted a horny assent, "and I would love to fuck you."

"I guess that makes me the meat in the sandwich, right?" I said.

Gene got up and retrieved some condoms and lube from the bedroom, and handed them to me. I handed a condom to Don and put one on myself. Gene put his hands against the wall near the door and spread his legs. I lubed his ass up to his loud moans, and then stepped up behind him, lined my cock up to his hole and slowly pushed in, as he moaned loudly, "Fuck yeah, man."

When I was inside and slowly pushing in and out, I felt Don's cock against my hole, and stopped briefly as he nuzzled my neck, found my nipples with his hands and slowly pushed into my waiting ass.

I set the rhythm fucking Gene, and Don followed my lead. We gradually picked up speed, and before too long, Don was moaning loudly, and Gene was bucking his hips back to meet my thrusts. I was not ready to cum, and decided to keep if for another time. Instead, I worked to make sure that Gene and Don came at the same time. I worked Gene's nipples with my fingers and then reached around to jerk him as I fucked him. At the same time, I milked Don's cock with my ass.

"It's time, boys," I said, squeezing Gene's nipples extra hard, and clamping my ass down on Don's hard cock. A few seconds later, Don exploded in the condom in my ass, and Gene shot his load on the wall and floor in front of him.

We ended laughing and joking, just enjoying the thrill of an unexpected encounter. It didn't take long, but the spontaneity made it really fun. A few minutes later, I was dressed, refreshed and ready to get back on the road again.

I continued west on I-70 through Utah, the road traversing some beautiful canyon country. I regretted that I didn't have time to spend in south-central Utah, where some of the most beautiful landscapes in the States were located.

When I hit I-15, I headed north toward Salt Lake City. A few miles on, it was getting late, and I decided to stop for the night, get some dinner and check into a motel. I found a place that seemed acceptable, with a diner nearby and checked in, then got some dinner at the diner and spent the evening in my room, working for a while on my drawings and then reading a while before going to bed.

Next: Chapter 24


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