Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2021 20:04:57 +0000
From: John The Artist <johntheartist@hotmail.com>
Subject: One Thousand Men 24

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
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In the last chapter I told how I drove west from Denver to Utah, and pulled
into a highway rest stop for lunch. While I was there an RV with two guys
in their 40s pulled in and my gaydar went off. We ended up in their RV with
me the "meat in the sandwich" while I fucked one of them and his partner
fucked me.

One Thousand Men, 1998
TO RENO AND SAN FRANCISCO

The next day, I awoke early, grabbed a quick breakfast at the diner and was
on the road again by about 7 am. I drove north to Salt Lake City, where I
picked up I-80 again and headed west toward Nevada. My trucker buddy had
mentioned a couple of sure-fire truck stops in Nevada, and I decided to try
at least one of them out.

	By early afternoon, I was near Winnemucca, and the first truck
stop, and tried my sure-fire come-on: lounging around my car with my shirt
off. Sure enough. before twenty minutes was up, I had attracted the
attention of a driver who was dressed in western wear. We went back to his
sleeper cab and sucked each other and played for about 45 minutes until he
said he had to get back on the highway again.

	I got in my car, and drove until I got to the Reno area. There was
another truck stop at Reno, and a couple of bars that I had found in my
research. I figured that a good night lay ahead if I wanted it.

	Again, I cruised the truck stop and found another quick hook-up
with a slightly older trucker with a little bit of a beer-belly. He sucked
my cock expertly in his cab, bringing me to a hot conclusion after about
twenty minutes. We sat and talked for a while after that Ñ he was not
interested in reciprocation Ñ and then I headed to a motel to get a
room, showered, and went out tone of the gay bars I had researched before
leaving Philly.

	At the first bar I tried, I ordered a ginger ale, and nursed it for
about fifteen minutes. Another man at the bar bought me a drink, and a
little while later we were talking, and then a little while after that, we
were headed to his place, were we made love for an hour, sucking each other
and me fucking him. He was nice, a decent body, friendly, but we didn't
have much in common, so I said a polite goodbye and headed back to the bar.

	A little while later at the bar, I caught the eye of a younger guy,
probably in his late 20s, and definitely hot. Before too long we were
standing together talking, and fifteen minutes later we were back at my
motel room, naked, wrestling on the bed, sucking each other's cocks until
he asked to fuck me and I complied. I enjoyed him and his hot little body,
but an hour was just about right, and when he was gone, I read a little and
then went to bed.

	The next morning I got up again fairly early. I packed my stuff and
got breakfast. I knew that San Francisco was less than four hours away, and
I was looking forward to getting settled in that afternoon. I was on the
road by 7:30, and a little after 11 am I was pulling up in front of the
apartment a couple of blocks from Castro that my gallery had arranged for
me. I had stopped to call the contact for the place when I knew when I
would arrive and she was waiting for me with the keys and instructions
about the building.

	I thanked her, brought my stuff in, and put things away. Luckily,
there was a parking space on the street just a couple of doors down, so I
didn't have to worry about the car much. It didn't take me long to settle
in. The musician who owned the place had nice taste. It was stylish, but
comfortable. It was also modest, not fancy. Living room, kitchen alcove,
bath with shower and a nice bedroom. The owner, as it turned out, had a
small piece of my work from some years earlier, and had left a nice note
about how honored he was to have me staying in his place. I blushed
inwardly.

	I went out for lunch at a small Thai restaurant nearby, and then
walked down Market St. to the Safeway to pick up some basic supplies. I
figured that I would do a comprehensive food shopping on Saturday when I
had had a chance to see what the owner of the apartment had left in the way
of spices and staples. I walked around the neighborhood a little too. Of
course, I had been in San Francisco a number of times, and usually stayed
at a Market Street motel a couple of blocks away, so I knew a bunch of the
bars, as well as Eros, the sex club which was east on Market a block or
two.

	I went home and put my groceries away, and then headed back out to
Castro St. to check it out. I stopped into one of the bookstores on Castro
to just browse, and while I was there, I picked up one of the free
newspapers that has local news and a lot of ads and content for the gay
community. San Francisco has been, of course, the hub of gay culture in the
US and the Castro is its epicenter in San Francisco, so a lot of the
content of the paper was very pertinent to my temporary situation.

	I headed back to my apartment. I decided to take a short nap. I was
a little tired from all the driving of the last couple of days. I lay down
and spent some time looking at the paper I had picked up. In the back there
were many ads for male escorts, some with enticing pictures, others with
just verbal descriptions. With so many ads, it seemed that there must be a
lot of demand, which I guess is logical, since there must be a huge number
of gay tourists who visit SF throughout the year. There was a display ad
too for an escort service. It listed the "qualifications" of its men like
this example: Sean, 25 YO stud, 6', 170 smooth defined body, bedroom blue
eyes, affectionate, versatile, endowed. The guys ranged from 18 to 42, from
twinks to muscular to bears to boys-next-door. Something for
everybody. Fifteen were listed, but the ad said that they had 35 men for
your pleasure and discretion was their second name. I thought little more
about it and fell asleep for about an hour and a half.

	When I woke up, I decided to take a quick shower and get into some
workout clothes, then go check out the gym nearby to see if I could work
out there for a few weeks. They signed me up for a one-month membership and
I did a workout for the next hour and a half. There were a lot of other gay
men there, plus a few women, and some of the guys were pretty hot. When you
have a lot of gay men in one small area, the competition can be up there,
and these guys were really working on their bodies to attract other guys,
just as I had.

	After my workout, I took another shower, and noticed a couple of
guys checking me out in the locker room. They were both pretty hot, one
white probably in his early 30s and the other Hispanic, somewhat
younger. He had a big, uncut cock. They were talking softly together, and
looking in my direction, so when I was done getting dressed, I went over to
them and started a conversation.

	"Hey, what's happenin' boys?" I said.

	"Not much," said the white guy. "Juan here and I were just talking
about having a little fun after our workouts. We wondered if you might be
interested in joining us."

	"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

	"We thought we might head over to Juan's place and hang out for a
while. He only lives a couple of blocks away."

	"OK," I said, "let's go!"

	"Cool!" they both replied together.

	We walked to Juan's apartment which was smaller than mine and
pretty cluttered, but with a big bed. In nothing flat, we were out of our
clothes, wrestling together on the big bed, sucking each other's cocks in a
ring, and working up a sweat again. About twenty minutes later, Jim, the
white guy, and I lay side-by-side on our backs while Juan fucked first one
then the other, moving back and forth between us until he shot his load in
the condom in Jim's ass. I then turned to Jim and sucked him a few more
minutes until he was ready to shoot, and he unloaded all over his belly and
chest. We lay together for a while, then I got up, got dressed, and headed
out after promising to get together with them again soon.

	It was getting on toward dinner time, and I decided to eat out once
more, then head to the bars for a bit. I ate at an Indian restaurant on
Market St., then headed over to Castro and one of my favorite places, one
that catered to a large and varied clientele, kind of like Woody's back
home in Philly.

	I ordered a beer and nursed it for a long time, striking up
conversations with a variety of guys who came by and said hello. A
good-looking guy bought me another beer, and joined me in the corner. As we
talked, his hands moved to my chest, and down to my waist. He took one of
my hands and put it on his hard cock in his jeans, and I whispered in his
ear, "Let's go to my place. It's just a couple of blocks."

	Back at my apartment we made love for the next hour. It was
enjoyable being with a man who took it easy like he did, taking his time,
spending a lot of time making out, kissing and caressing. I was not ready
to cum yet, but that didn't seem to bother him, and about fifty minutes
into our encounter, he shot his load as I worked the underside of his cock
and balls with my tongue and lips. A little while later, he got dressed and
headed out into the night.

	It was around eleven by now, and I thought about going back out to
the bar again to find another partner, but decided instead to head over to
the motel I had stayed at several times before. With its three stories of
rooms arranged off balconies around a parking area, there was often some
hot action there, especially if the weather was mild as it was tonight. I
put on a white tank top that showed off my sculpted body to advantage, and
walked the three blocks to the motel.

	When I got there, I could see a couple of guys looking out over the
railing on the third floor, and a guy standing in the door of his darkened
room on the second floor. I knew that there would be some action to be had
in the next few minutes. I walked up the stairs from the street to the
third floor, and started slowly walking down the balcony, checking out the
rooms that had their curtains open. A couple of rooms away, there was a
man, overweight and hairy, sitting on the edge of his bed with his shirt
off. He rubbed his crotch as I walked by, but I just smiled and moved on.

	When I got to the end of the row of rooms, at the corner, I looked
down the short hall to the right. Standing in the door of a room just off
the balcony was a tall, slim man in his 30s, and obvious erection showing
in his pants. He locked eyes with me, smiled and turned into his room, and
I followed, closing the door. He had put a scarf over the lampshade next to
the bed to dim the light a bit and I could see several condoms, lube,
poppers and a couple of dildos at the ready. We went over next to the bed,
and I knelt in front of him, unzipped him and started sucking on his cock,
which was average size and very hard.

	He moaned loudly, picked up the bottle of poppers, opened it, took
a big whiff and a couple of minutes later said under his breath, "I'm gonna
shoot." I don't like to swallow guys unless I know them better, so I left
off sucking and started stroking his cock, standing back up to kiss him as
he shot into my other hand. I held up his cum in my hand and he licked it
off, then I said goodbye and headed out on the balcony again.

	Well, it was a hot night at the motel, and within the next hour or
so, I had had sex with five other men, including that overweight bear, who
gave really great head. Among the encounters was one with a slim,
white-haired man in his 50s and a tall black man in his early 20s who it
turned out was an escort hired by the older guy for the night. They had
already had sex a couple of times together, and were looking for a little
variety, so they took turns sucking my cock, and then the older guy asked
me to fuck his escort, who was pretty hot, if a bit effeminate. He had a
nice, soft, round ass though, and I loved fucking him, though I was not
ready to cum again yet.

	Finally, it was time to go home to bed, a little before one in the
morning. It had been a fun first day, and I realized that San Francisco
would be a bonanza for my thousand-man project.