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 described the New Year's Eve party that kicked off my year of 1000 men, fucking a young twink just after midnight and then agreeing to go home with another guest, Adam.
1000 Men: 1998 ADAM
Adam lived in a classic Philly "father-son-and-holy-ghost" house on a tiny side street: three small rooms stacked on top of one another, with a lean-to kitchen off the ground floor and a bathroom carved out of the second-floor sitting room. His house was cozy and tastefully decorated with well-chosen antiques and memorabilia from his films, as well as some of his paintings, which were really very good. The top floor was a bedroom with a big built-in bed. He explained that it had to be constructed there because the stairway was too narrow to get much if any furniture up it. There was a big TV (which he explained had to be hauled in through the window) and shelf full of M4M porn videos.
We sat on the bed and kissed each other lightly, just barely savoring each other's tongue-tips. He opened the bedside table drawer, which contained a supply of condoms, a bottle of poppers, lube and his supply of 420. He took a joint out and lit it, and took a deep toke then passed it to me, and I did the same. After the single hit, my body felt a warm glow and I started to tingle. After the second hit, I felt as if I were floating, and after the third I knew that all I wanted to do was to be naked in Adam's arms, savoring the warmth of his body against mine and exploring each inch of it slowly. Adam had turned up the heat a little so that that room was now very warm, too warm for clothing but perfect for naked bodies.
He reached out and stubbed out the joint in an ashtray and turned to me. He put his hand around my neck and pulled my mouth to his. His kiss was sweet and passionate, his tongue probing my mouth and working on my lips. His hands roamed up and down my back, and felt my arms and chest through my shirt, softly caressing. My hands did the same, savoring the soft flesh under his clothing. His erection was straining against the fabric of his chinos, and mine was pushing painfully against my confining jeans.
He slowly pulled me to my feet, and started to unbutton my shirt. He was kissing my eyes and chin, and I sought out his ears, nibbling on them and poking my tongue into them, then kissing him gently down his neck as our shirts fell to the floor. He then lifted my T-shirt over my head so that I was naked to the waist. He stood back a step or two and looked at the tight, muscular body I had been working on and said softly "Wow, John."
Then he softly ran his hands over my shoulders and arms, and down my chest and ripped abs. He went for my belt buckle, but I pushed his hands away so that I could pull off his undershirt.
We both stood bare-chested, facing each other. He had a nice crop of soft dark hair splayed out across his chest and down his belly. The extra weight on him gave him a delicious softness, but he was still very masculine. I put my arms around him, and pulled his body to mine. We both moaned with pleasure, feeling the warmth of each other and letting our hands roam up and down backs, arms, chests, necks, back into a kiss, abandoning ourselves to the weed-induced sensuousness, the hyper-sensitive feeling it gave us.
Still kissing, we started to work on each other's belts and waist buttons. The belts were out, the buttons undone, the zippers lowered. His hand moved into my pants as mine did the same with him, closing around each other's erect cocks, feeling their warmth, their hardness, their unique contours. We were both moaning loudly now. We parted, kicked off our shoes, peeled down our pants, and shed our underwear until we were both naked.
Adam had the same dark soft hair covering his legs, and nice full pubic bush setting off his erection which was very straight, cut and about the same size as mine, perhaps a tad thicker. He reached out to stroke me and pulled me to the bed. We collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, our pelvises slowly thrusting and humping against each other. We rolled around and our hands explored each other's bodies slowly and softly.
For the next hour and a half, we hugged, kissed, caressed, sucked, tongued, 69-ed and simply enjoyed the sensuousness of another male body.
The reefer was modulating the whole experience, making me feel hypersensitive to each touch, and yet, I wasn't ready to cum yet, nor was he. We were building to an amazing climax, I knew.
I went down on him as he was propped up against the pillows, and as I was working his cock in my mouth, he pulled open the drawer next to him and took out the bottle of poppers. He got it open and inhaled it deeply, then held it to my nose as I mouthed his rock-hard erection. On top of the weed, the poppers made me feel like I was melting into him and our bodies were inseparable. I stopped sucking, came up for air and worked my way back up to kissing him.
"I want you inside me, John," Adam said and opened a condom. I moved up and straddled his chest so that my cock was in front of his face. He sucked me a little, then rolled the condom down my cock, and put me back in his mouth while he reached for the lube, squirted some on his hand and lubed up first his ass, and then my cock. I backed down between his legs, and he raised his knees to his chest. I leaned over and kissed him deeply, and my cock found its target and slowly slipped into his warm hole.
He squeezed me tightly and then we started our slow thrusting dance, bodies moving together and apart. Our hands moved over each other, his hands savoring the ridges of my well-muscled torso, shoulders and arms, mine feeling the soft fur of his legs and chest, then plunging my mouth forward to meet his again.
I don't know how long we were in this reverie: ten minutes? a half-hour? All I know is that I gradually built up to my climax and as I did, I took his lubed-up cock in my hand and slowly jacked him toward his. I could feel it coming for us both, and we dove into a final tongue-wrestling kiss as I shot my load in the condom and he shot his between our chests. It was truly one of the most wonderful fucks I have ever experienced: the warmth, the poppers, the dope, and most of all the emotional connection between us.
We collapsed together, enjoying our post-cum caressing and kissing. After a while, Adam, got up to clean himself up in the bathroom. He brought back a couple of glasses of wine, but what I really wanted was another toke of weed, so we did that.
Amazingly, despite the lateness of the hour--3 AM--neither of us felt tired, so we decided to put on a porn video and watch for a while. I was pleased that his taste in porn was similar to mine, and with his film background, he was particular about both production values and plausible stories. Yes, there are a few of those out there, and he had a decent collection of them.
As we watched some young Czech men cavorting on the screen, our cocks revived and we started kissing and stroking each other. The boys on the screen were truly spectacular, and it really was turning both of us on to watch them. We watched for some time, until a scene in which one beautiful young man was being fucked from behind by his handsome, big-cocked partner.
"Let's do that," I said.
Without a word, Adam turned around with his face toward the foot of the bed so he could still watch the video, and lay face down with his legs apart and his ass elevated so that I could have free access to his love-tunnel. I grabbed another condom from the bedside table, lubed up, and pretty soon had my hands hooked under his arms, my mouth working on his neck and ears, and my cock buried to the hilt in his warm hole.
As we watched the Czech boys on the screen, we matched their speed and rhythm with our own fucking. Just like them, we built gradually to another climax. I reached under Adam as I fucked him and jacked him to another climax just after I shot, cupping a second load for the night in my hand, but this time bringing it up to my own mouth and lapping it up eagerly.
After the video was done, we settled into each other's arms and fell asleep, one of the most delicious nights I had enjoyed in some time.
I woke around 11 on New Year's Day, and reached over to his sleeping body to softly stroke the hair on his chest. He slowly woke up to my petting, and pretty soon we were kissing again, and we both hard and ready to go once more, smiling, kissing, nibbling, sucking, gently working each other over and enjoying a slow wake-up.
This time I wanted Adam in me, and after twenty minutes of fore-play, I suited him up, straddled him and started riding his hard cock. He was in heaven, his eyes eating up my glistening, muscular body, feeling my pecs, working my nipples, stroking my cock. Five minutes into our fucking, he shot his load in the condom, and I then continued to ride his still-stiff cock until I unloaded on his chest.
We got up a little later, showered together, and had some coffee and croissants. While we were eating breakfast, he asked me if I would stay with him again before he headed out of town for his next job. I smiled and let him know how much I had enjoyed our night together. I didn't say no, but I told him about my 1000-man project, how he had been number two after the hot young thing at the party.
"So, I guess your quest doesn't allow much time for repeats," he wistfully said.
"You're right," I replied, "but that doesn't mean that if my project is going well, I can't enjoy a man for the sheer pleasure of it."
"I'll keep my fingers crossed," he said. After that, we kissed goodbye, and I headed home.