Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2021 15:11:58 +0000 From: John The Artist Subject: One Thousand Men 31 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 had a Sunday appointment with a well-known baseball player, who I fucked five times in the four hour session; how on Wednesday I had my date with Thanh, the 19 y-o Vietnamese boy and had a talk with him about coming out and how to meet other guys; how we went to the Steamworks baths on Sunday and he fucked--for the first timeÑfirst another man and then me; how I met him a few more times in the following weeks and he came out to some of his friends; and how I wrapped up my month in San Francisco. One Thousand Men: 1998 Yoga and Passion Weekend Earlier in April, I saw an ad in the local gay rag for a "Hot Yoga Weekend" in early May. It was to be held at an exclusive resort in the wine country, a three-day weekend of "Yoga and Passion" with a max of "20 invited hot men". To go, you had to submit an application with a full-length nude photo, and a detailed questionnaire about your sexual preferences. The price was not cheap, but it looked like I it would be a memorable weekend if I were selected. Two weeks later, I got a letter that I had been selected! My cock stirred as my mind started racing, imagining what was going to happen over the weekend. I had never done yoga before, but I was looking forward to trying it, and being around nineteen other hot men seemed to me like being in a feature-length porn movie. The letter explained that they had selected five tops, five bottoms and ten versatile men. We would have a chance to meet at a welcome cocktail party on the Thursday evening of arrival. The weekend would conclude at five on Sunday afternoon. On Thursday, I avoided the rush hour by leaving town in the early afternoon. I spent the extra hours exploring the region around the resort before checking in at 5 pm. I was given a beautifully decorated suite, a king bed, a big TV with DVD player and a small library of gay porn, a large walk-in shower and mirrored doors on the closets next to the bed. There were candles, a complimentary bottle of lube, and a bottle of poppers, plus a bowls of condoms next to the sofa and the bed. At the cocktail party, each of the guests wore a nametag, and we spent the better part of an hour just meeting and getting to know one another. The other men were indeed hot! There were several gorgeous black men, a couple of hot Asian guys, men in their 20s to men in their early 50s, but to a person they had ripped bodies, handsome faces and dressed to show off their considerable assets--muscles, baskets and all. The organizer of the weekend rapped on his glass with a spoon to get our attention. "Welcome to the second annual `Yoga and Passion Weekend'," he said. "There were more than 350 applications for our twenty spots, so you really are a special group," he continued. "We'll have one-hour yoga sessions each morning at 10 am, and afternoon sessions at 2 pm. Breakfast is from 7 to 9, lunch will be at half-past noon each day, cocktails at 6:30 and dinner at 7:30. There's a pool, steam room and sauna at your disposal, plus plenty of hiking trails and a full gym for your work-outs. Clothing is optional: in fact, you'll be required to wear nothing more than underwear, a towel or a swim suit except if you leave the grounds for a hike. "We've looked at the sexual profiles you made out and chosen you for your compatibility. When you registered, each of you got a colored bracelet to wear. Bottoms are red, tops are blue, and versatile are purple. No guessing, right? Each night at dinner, you'll find an envelope at your place. Half of you will be instructed to go to your rooms before 10 to get ready for your partner for the night. The other half will find instructions to go to a particular room at 10 pm. What happens after that is up to you. All I can say is that last year's participants reported to our follow-up questionnaires that they thought this was the best part of the weekend. So have a ball, and remember, practice safe sex! Dinner is served in the dining room. You'll find your names at your places. " At dinner, we were seated at tables of four so that we could get to know each other better in a more intimate setting. When I sat down, I opened the envelope on my plate and it said, "Be in your room at ten for your partner". The man on my right opened his envelope and it just said: "Room 34, 10 pm sharp!" My room was 22. In truth, as a versatile guy, I would have happily had sex with any of the other guests. My cock hardened just thinking about what was going to happen later that night. Dinner was delicious and the wine flowed. The conversation with my tablemates was stimulating: one was a doctor, another a contractor and the third an entrepreneur in the computer business. Dinner finished around 9:15 and I walked back to my room to get ready.