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 how I picked up a young tattooed guy at a gay bar on New Year's Day and took him home to fuck him.
MY GAY LIFE II: 1998 ANOTHER NEW YEAR'S DAY ENCOUNTER
So Kevin and I walked back to Woody's, I sat down at the bar again and ordered another ginger ale, and Kevin drifted over to a group of guys he recognized. A friend of mine came in and we struck up a conversation. I would have taken him back to my apartment to be number four on my project--he was cool with casual sex, and we had hooked up a few times in the past-- but he was meeting a friend there before going to the movies. About a half-hour later his friend came in, and he left.
A short while later, the bartender brought me another drink, and indicated that it was a gift from an admirer.
"Who?" I asked.
He gestured to an older gentleman at the other end of the bar. My admirer raised his glass and smiled, and I did the same. He got off of his bar stool and came over to the empty stool next to mine.
He held out his hand: "Armand," he said. I shook it.
"John," I said.
"Mind if I join you, John?"
"Not at all," I replied.
Armand appeared to be in his mid-to-late fifties, but he was a very good-looking man. Slight, perhaps five-seven or eight, maybe 135 pounds, short gray hair that was beautifully trimmed, well-tailored, expensive-looking casual clothes. All-in-all a class act.
"So what brings you into Woody's on New Year's Day?" I asked.
"Probably the same thing as you, "he said, "looking for someone to share a little New Year's joy with." He lifted his glass and clinked mine and said "Happy New Year."
We settled in to talk for a while. I thought that I had seen him around before, and it turned out that he had been hanging around the Philly gay community for quite a while.
He was an attorney, specializing in civil rights issues, and had successfully represented a number of gay discrimination victims. It was clear that he was very comfortable with his sexuality.
As we talked, he turned toward me, put his hand on top of mine which was resting on the bar. I looked down his slight body and could see a prodigious erection creeping down the leg of his tailored pants. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This man had a monster on him, by the look at his bulge.
"Do you like what you're seeing, John?" he asked.
"Uh huh," I nodded.
"I have a special play room. Why don't we go enjoy a little fun to start the New Year?"
"Sure, lead on," I said, wondering where that huge piece of meat was going to end up.
We went outside and caught a cab. Fortunately, Armand's erection was well hidden by his overcoat. His house was about eight or nine blocks away, on one of the nicest residential streets in Center City. Clearly, this guy was well to do.
Armand led me to the third floor of the house. The third floor had been converted to a single large room with skylights, and the windows covered. At either end of the room were king-size beds, and in the center, were tastefully upholstered mats. There were a couple of large TVs and shelves of gay porn. One wall was covered entirely in mirrors. On the opposite wall in the middle, hanging from the ceiling, was a sling and next to it a weight bench.
At one end of the room I could see through an open door a bathroom with two stalls and a glory hole between them plus a urinal. I poked my head in. There was also a shower with four heads that perhaps six or eight people would fit in. In the corner of the big room was a spiral stairway leading to the roof.
"What's up there?" I asked.
"I have a big Jacuzzi surrounded with a stockade fence for complete privacy," he said. Clearly he was enjoying seeing how impressed I was.
It seemed like quite an elaborate setup for casual private sex. "So, what's the story?" I asked.
"I have a group of friends that get together for a hot sex party every month or so," he said. Usually, there are about 20-30 guys of all ages and types. Some are regulars, but maybe half are new at each party. We like to mix it up and keep it fun. Safe sex and lots of it: that's our motto!"
"Hmmmmmm, " I said. "I have this special project I am doing this year, and it would be great--really helpful actually--if I could come to your parties." I quickly explained my project to him.
"No problem," Armand said, "I'm having one the weekend after next." Putting his hand on my hips and drawing me to him, he said softly "I can give you all the details later, but first let's get to know each other, OK?" I said nothing, but just bent down to meet his upturned lips.
Armand was really hot. He melted into my arms. We were both already hard, and I could feel his big stiff cock pressing against my leg and twitching slightly as he used his muscles to make it bob up and down slightly in his pants. He pulled my shirt off and whispered, "Hot body, John," before breaking away and quickly undressing himself. I followed suit quickly.
There standing in front of me was an extraordinary man. He was slim, not very muscular, but his body was tight, not saggy like many older men who seem to wear their skin like it was once on a larger body. He had a nice crop of gray-white hair on his chest, and moderately hairy legs.
But the focus of my attention was his cock. It stood up at a sharp angle from his balls, and it was huge. I have been with men of all sizes, and if you have sex with enough guys you eventually play with nearly every type and size of cock. Well, it had been some years since I had seen a cock anywhere near as big as Armand's. Because he was a small man, it seemed even bigger by virtue of contrast.
I reached out to touch him and kiss him again, and took his cock in my hand to feel its heft and hardness. I couldn't close my fingers around it, and when I put both hands around the shaft, most of the head was still showing.
I slowly stroked him up and down with both hands and he moaned appreciatively. He returned the favor, grabbing my cock and gently stroking me as we kissed.
"Let's go play in the Jacuzzi, "he said softly.
"Lead on," I answered.
I followed him up the stairs, looking at his nice firm ass as he headed up ahead of me. He opened the door to the roof deck and we were greeted by a blast of freezing air. But in no time, he had pulled back the cover of the steaming hot tub, pushed the button and it was bubbling away.
He hopped in and lounged against the far side. I followed him and let the hot bubbles caress my body. He slid around to where I was sitting and started kissing me on the neck and ears as his hand sought out my hard cock and his fingers swirled teasingly, gently around it. I put my hand on his balls and gradually slid it up his monster hard-on, matching the movements he was doing on my cock. It felt so good and natural, so relaxing and unrushed after the frantic fuck I had had with Kevin.
We spent perhaps fifteen minutes just kissing and stroking each other. Then I started kissing my way down his neck and chest to the water line. He propped himself up with his legs on the bottom of the pool so that his chest was even with the top of the water and I could kiss and suck his nipples without going under water. I worked my way slowly down until his big cock loomed in front of my face.
I took it in my hand and started running my tongue around the head, and up and down the shaft, slowly stroking him as I worked with my mouth. He sighed and moaned, and I kept that up for about five minutes, alternating with putting the first few inches in my mouth. I couldn't do much more, because of the thickness, but I did the best I could. I imagined that most of his other partners experienced the same problems: having a big cock didn't guarantee success in all respects.
Then we switched around and he sucked me. Like a lot of older guys, he was really good. Clearly, practice helps, along with raw talent. We were in the hot tub for about a half-hour, and it was getting a little too hot for both of us--the water that is. So he stood up, grabbed two towels from a cabinet next to the tub and we both got out. He quickly slid the cover back in place and we headed down to the party room again.
I dropped to my knees on the upholstered mat, and tried once again to suck him. He was enjoying it a lot, and with my combination of lips, tongue and hands, I was bringing him steadily closer to cumming. I stopped briefly and stood up to kiss him, and then said, "Armand, I want to try that monster inside me. I want you to fuck me, but be gentle."
"I've had practice with that," he said.
I said "Perhaps if I ride you I can control it a bit better."
He walked over to a basket at the side of the room and picked out a large-size condom, and a bottle of lube, then came back, and pulled me down to the mat and flipped me on my stomach. For the next ten minutes or so, he massaged and probed my ass, slowly stretching me open to take him in. As he did so, he bent over and kissed my neck and shoulders, which drives me crazy. That is one of the most erotic parts of my body, and he realized he had found something special for me.
Finally, he lay on the mat next to me and handed me the condom. I ripped it open and slowly rolled it down his massive pole, then slicked him up with lots of lube. I straddled him and thought: Now or never. I put his cock at the entrance to my love tunnel and started settling back on it. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt a bit, but I could not recall having felt so full for a very long time. I moved all the way down until he was completely inside of me and gave him a good squeeze with my sphincter.
"Oh, my," he moaned, "that feels fucking fantastic."
I started to move up and down slowly on his cock, leaning over to kiss him or to mouth his nipples. When I was sitting up, he moved his hands over my chest and abs. He was clearly really turned on by my tight, muscular body. He started to thrust up gently to meet my movements. We were building up a long slope toward the big event. I turned to watch us in the mirror and seeing his big cock penetrating my ass really added to the erotic experience.
He said, "Sometimes at my parties, we perform for each other. Maybe we can do this act when you come to my next party."
"Oh, yeah," was all I could gasp.
He started slowly jacking my cock in time to his fucking, lubing it up and using his hand in the most sensuous ways possible. I could sense we were both not going to last much longer. I few seconds later, he beat me to the end, and started to moan loudly and thrust urgently into me as he poured his cum into the condom. A couple of minutes later his hand brought me to climax and I shot over his chest and belly.
After I shot, I was pretty exhausted. I had, after all, had sex with four guys since midnight and cum four times. It had been a great start to the year, but I knew that I would have to be a bit more efficient if I were going to keep this up. Still, I was happy that things were off to a good start. Armand and I took a quick shower together, enjoying the touch of each other some more, and then I got ready to leave. He took my email address so that he could send me an invitation to the party in a little over a week. I headed home.