Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2021 16:04:33 +0000 From: John The Artist Subject: One Thousand Men 21 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 told about how I stopped at an Iowa rest stop in the last afternoon, and was cruised by a guy who joined me in my car and sucked my cock while I stroked him to a big orgasm. 1000 Men: 1998 TRUCK STOP Around 6:30 I was getting hungry, since my lunch had been a bit early. I was coming up on an exit in Nebraska with a truck stop from my trucker's list, where he said he had had some hot hookups. I thought that I would get dinner and then try my luck in the truck parking area. I pulled into the truck area and parked over at the side where I would be out of the way of trucks pulling in and pulling out. As at many truck stops, RVs and cars with drivers that wanted to nap parked there, out of the way of much of the in-and-out traffic. I walked over to the restaurant, marveling at how many of the rigs had sleeper cabs, and how big some of them were. I had done a little research before leaving Philly, and learned that a lot of these cabs had kitchens, showers, TVs and other conveniences, besides a comfortable double or queen bed. Just like an RV! I ate dinner--meatloaf and mashed potatoes, with salad bar--and then asked the cashier about getting a shower. She collected the shower fee and towel deposit and gave me a key. I went back out to my car to get a change of clothes and personal items, and then headed back to the showers. I did not know what to expect. I understood that some truck stops had entirely private showers, and others had showers that were semi-communal. When I went into the shower area, it had a large room with washbasins and coat hooks, vending machines for personal items, toilet stalls, and, around two sides, private doors to the showers. Each shower had a dressing area separated by a glass door from the shower proper. There were several guys coming out of their showers already dressed, mostly a mix of your standard trucker types: some beer bellies, a couple of slimmer younger guys, and a middle-aged black trucker. A man around my age came in shortly after I did, and eyed me a little too much for such a place, where the I surmised the prevailing etiquette required you to divert your eyes and maintain a distance around you. I gave him a friendly smile and went into my shower dressing area, closing the door. I got undressed, showered, washed my hair, and dried off. I put on clean briefs and jeans, before going out to the common area bare-chested to shave. A couple of the men out there glanced appreciatively at my physique, but you could tell it was mild envy, not sexual interest. I started to shave, and while I was at it, the remaining guys left the room. Then one of the other shower doors opened, and out stepped the guy who had been looking at me a few minutes before. He had his towel wrapped around his waist, and he looked pretty good: a little shorter and more compact than me, quite muscular. He had a nice crop of black hair on his chest, and his pecs and abs definitely showed the results of working out regularly. He had a handsome, friendly face, and when he saw me there, without anyone else in the room, he smiled and asked "How's it goin'?" I said, "Fine. It feels good to shower after a long day driving." "Yeah, sure does," he replied, as he got out his shaving kit. "I'm staying here in my rig tonight. I've driven the max allowed already today. By the way, my name is Mike," he said, holding out his hand. I introduced myself and shook it. I thought I saw an opening here. I couldn't be sure that he was gay, but I thought that I could work around to finding out. I said "I'm not a truck driver, just on a cross-country trip. I hear a lot of you guys have some pretty nice accommodations in your trucks." "Yeah," he said, "I don't know what I would do without the sleeper cab on my rig. I would be spending most of my money on motels, that's for sure! And I probably wouldn't have half the fun I have with my own space." "Fun?" I said. "Yeah," he said, "you meet other guys on the road and get together for a game of cards, or to watch a video, or just to enjoy the company. It can get lonely out there," this said with a wink. "Do you want to come take a look at my rig? I think you will be impressed at how nice it is; almost like home." "You bet," I said. "I'll just wait out front until you're done." I finished getting dressed. "See you there," he replied and took out his shaving gear. As I left, I checked out his ass with the towel stretched across it: nice and firm and full. He caught me looking at it in the mirror, and smiled a broad smile. I knew then that this was going to be fun. I returned my towel for the deposit, and he joined me in front of the restaurant a few minutes later. We walked back to his rig that was parked over to one side of the lot. It certainly was big, and it had a pretty large sleeper cab integrated into it. He unlocked the passenger-side door, climbed up and beckoned me to follow. He led the way between the seats to a short hallway that had a tiny cooking area, a toilet and shower you could barely turn around in, a small eating area where two could eat, and across the rear, a good-size bed with a TV mounted on a bracket above it. He turned to face me, putting a hand on my shoulder, and said "All the comforts of home, huh?" I nodded yes as I looked down on the kitchen table and saw a cover for a Falcon video lying there. I picked it up and answered "Yeah, just like home." He smiled and said, "I got the feeling you might like my place." "Yeah," I said, putting my hands on his chest and feeling his muscular body underneath, "I think I'm about to enjoy it even more." He put his hands out and felt my chest through my T-shirt, saying, "Why don't we pop that video in and enjoy ourselves a little, take off some of the tension of the road?" "You read my mind," I replied. "Make yourself comfortable on the bed," he said. "I'll get the video going." He popped the video in the player, and settled down next to me, his shoulders propped up on some pillows, and his leg resting against mine. The video soon launched into a scene of two young men kissing and then sucking next to a pool. Like most Falcon men, they were incredibly well built, handsome, and very well hung. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I could see Mike's had grown into a hard ridge rising from his crotch up toward one hip. I looked pretty big from where I was sitting. Mike grabbed his cock through the fabric of his jeans, and gave it a good squeeze. "I get incredibly turned on by these young guys," he said. "I can't get enough of hot, muscular, young men. That's why you caught my eye in the showers. You have the body of a porn star, even if you're not 23," this said with a smile. "Why don't we both get more comfortable?" With that, he pulled off his shirt and I did the same. We both unbuckled our belts, unzipped our pants, pushed them down our legs and shoved them off. We had removed our shoes before getting onto the bed. We were lying there in our underwear, me in briefs, he in a pair of boxers which were tented up pretty high with his erection. He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me passionately. He was moaning and humping his hips into me. "God, you're hot, John," he gasped huskily. "I was dreaming all day about finding someone for tonight, but I didn't think that my dream would be this good." "Thanks," I replied. "This is my first time in a sleeper cab. It's great that it is with such a hot guy as you." We settled back again to watch the video, this time removing our underwear. Mike's cock was uncut, about seven inches and thick. We settled in next to each other, watching the action and wrapping our hands around each other's cocks and gently stroking and stimulating each other as we watched. The first scene in the video was coming to an end, and first one guy and then the other shot his load. When they were done, Mike rolled over on me, and propped himself up on his arms, rubbing his hard cock against mine in fucking motions. He bent forward and we kissed deeply as I arched my groin up to push against him. My hands played over his hard chest and savored the feel of his soft chest hair. I grabbed his cock and pulled it toward me. He understood and moved up on his knees, coming toward me until his cock was right in front of my face. He held onto an overhead rack that contained extra bedding and clothing, and stretched his body up, flexing his biceps as he shoved his cock into my mouth and started to face-fuck me. His cock was thick and stretched my mouth open, but by relaxing willfully, I was able to deep-throat him all the way down to his pubes, with his balls against my chin. He moaned deeply, as I rolled him on my tongue, applied some suction and let my throat muscles massage the tip. He pulled out, and I pulled his foreskin forward to work my tongue underneath. That really turned him on, and he put his hands on my head, gently playing with my hair and massaging my scalp. I kept up the blow job for a few more minutes, until he bent down to kiss me again, and then started working his way toward my cock with his tongue, pausing for a few minutes on his way down to work my nipples in a soft, teasing way that I find irresistible. His kisses ended with one on the tip of my cock, and then I watched my cock disappear down his throat until it was completely engulfed by his mouth. He kept working my cock, moving to my balls and up to my chest, then down again. It felt really great, and he was very skilled with his mouth. We traded places, him lying down and I went down on him again, this time working his nipples and balls too. Back and forth we went a few times, until he finally moved from my cock to my balls and then to my ass. He rimmed me good, and it was driving me crazy. He probed my hole with his tongue, making it incredibly wet. I was dripping all over, and dripping pre-cum as well, which he was lapping up eagerly. It was fortunate that he had spread a towel on the bed before we settled down to watch the video. `"Are you gonna fuck me?" I managed to gasp, as he worked me over. "Only if you want me to," he said, smiling. "Yeah, Mike, the sooner the better," I managed to say. He reached over to a little shelf, pulled out a condom from a box, ripped it open and slipped it on, then squirted lube onto his palm, lubing both my ass and his cock. He opened a bottle of poppers, and handed them to me. "You might want these," he said, "I'm pretty thick." I took them saying, "Don't worry, I've been fucked by lots of thick men, but I like the poppers anyway," and I took a deep whiff before handing them to him. He moved my legs up to my chest and pulled my ass up a little to get into a better position to enter, and then he guided his thick cock in little by little. I concentrated on relaxing as he pushed his thick cock into me, and the warm glow of the poppers washed over me and I abandoned myself to his hard cock. He worked slowly and intensely, and I enjoyed putting my hands on his shoulders and back as he fucked, feeling his muscles tensing and relaxing. While he was fucking me, I could watch the video on the screen over his shoulder, where two more hot guys were moving from sucking to fucking. I said to Mike, "The scene on the video is really hot. Why don't we move so that I am riding you so you can watch too?" He withdrew and lay on his back watching the screen. I turned and straddled him with my back to him so that I could watch too, lined up his cock with my hole and settled back to pleasure him with my ass while we watched the video. I wanted to ride him until he came. Again, I would probably not cum so soon given the number of times I had in the last couple of days. It did not matter though; I was having a great first time in a sleeper cab. I rode his cock for another ten or fifteen minutes, while the boys on the video fucked each other silly. Finally, they started to speed it up and I did the same. Porn is a great stimulant sometimes, allowing your fantasy to move into the video, or to imagine working in tandem with another couple, enjoying a group fuck. Clearly, Mike enjoyed the same fantasy, and so matching the rhythm of the video suited him perfectly. The boys on the screen were coming close to climaxing, and the top pulled his cock out and started jerking off over his partner. Mike sped up slamming his cock into my ass, and started cumming before the guy on the screen shot. He jammed me down on his hard cock, and I felt it seem to expand even thicker in my ass as he shot his load into the condom. After just holding him in my ass a few more minutes, slowly rotating on his cock and gently grabbing him with my sphincter, I rose off of him, pulled the condom off his cock, dropped it in the trash near the bed, and wiped him up with the towel, then fell into his arms and kissed him as my hand played through the soft hair on his chest. "Fuckin' fantastic," Mike exclaimed. "The perfect ending to a long day on the road." "Ending?" I asked. "I thought that we might do a bit more. After all, I haven't cum yet." "Sure, I'm up for it, as long as I can get to sleep in a couple of hours and be good for another long drive tomorrow," Mike said. So we lounged back in bed and watched the rest of the video, and as we did, he played with my hard cock, and I worked on him until he had another erection. We spent a lot of time kissing, and cuddling, and talking about our lives. He had been a long-distance trucker most of his adult life, but had only begun to be aware of other gay truckers in the past few years. Part of that was increased info from the internet, and the ability to chat and set up hook-ups more easily, though not nearly as easily as it would be a few years later. The other thing was that having a sleeper cab made it much easier, logistically, to get together with like-minded guys, since it didn't involve a trip to a motel where big rigs could park, or risky public sex. I told him about my life as an artist, and what my trip was about. I also told him about my 1000-man project for the year, and how I would turn 40 in just a couple of weeks and that the project was a celebration of that anniversary. He admitted that he was a little envious, and wished he had the time to pursue such a fantasy and make it real. We put in another video, and as it progressed, made love again. This time he wanted to bottom, and I fucked him doggy-style as we watched doggy-style fucking on the video. I was finally ready to cum, and he shot again after I had withdrawn and turned him over to suck his hard cock to completion. We cuddled for a little longer, and he pulled a snack out of the fridge which we ate before I told him that I needed to go and let him get some sleep. I said goodbye to him, we kissed one last time, exchanged email addresses, and then I got in my car and drove to a nearby chain motel and turned in for the night, with fond recollections of my first rest-stop sex and my first hook-up in a sleeper cab: a whole new world of highway pleasures!