Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2021 16:37:12 +0000 From: John The Artist Subject: One Thousand Men 40 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 spent the rest of the year: retracing my drive cross-country, spending a few days with the hot boy, Ian, in Chicago, who I had met at Steamworks over a month before, some summer beach resort rentals, staying a month each in Atlanta and Ft. Lauderdale where my show traveled to some art museums, and how I added to my growing "1000-man" list as well as enjoyed a deeper relationship with Chad, the scientist I had met earlier in the year in Philly. One Thousand Men: 1998 HAPPY NEW YEAR, 1999 I finished up clearing out my "fuck-pad" apartment the morning of December 31st, and tallied up all the men I had had sex with during the year, happily reading my notes for the year and recalling some of the more spectacular experiences I had had. With less than twelve hours to go in the year, the number was an impressive 1249, and I had cum 608 times, or almost 1.7 times per day. I felt very accomplished, and the year was not over yet! Again, I was invited to my friend's New Year's Eve Party, the same that I had attended the previous year where I scored the first man of 1998 and my 100-man project. This year I asked Chad to come with me, and he happily consented. I did tell him that I might try to make one last hook-up there, and bring my total to a nice round 1250. I assured him that we would go home together and have our own fun together. We got there around nine o'clock, and the food was plentiful and the drinks flowing freely. Lots of my gay friends and acquaintances were there, and though I had kept many of them apprised of my progress over the year via email, they were still anxious to hear personal accounts of some of my experiences. I must admit, a lot of them were envious, not just that I had had so many sexual encounters, but that I had had the time during my growing career to take most of a year off, just to seek out and have sex with so many men. For my part, it was great to be back among a lot of friends, without the challenge of building up numbers, whom I had seen little of over the year, and I made several dinner dates and plans to catch up with them. Around 11 PM, the living room again got crowded with sweaty, dancing bodies, many with their shirts off, a mass of (mostly) horny gay men with a few women mixed in. Chad and I were out dancing together, and we got a lot of longing looks with our hot, muscular bodies glistening with sweat. Around 11:45, as we were dancing, we both somehow ended up turning back to back and dancing with other guys near us. In front of me was a boy who looked to be 18 or 20, slim, smooth with a tight boyish body, no fat at all, lightly muscled and well defined. He looked like he had a nice package in his jeans, and as we slowly moved together, we started grinding our pelvises together, and pretty soon I felt his hard erection pushing against mine. I put my arms around his waist and pulled him to my chest, putting my hands on his slim, hard ass. "Do you want to take this to the bedroom?" I said whispered in his ear, loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to carry to other dancers. "Yeah," he said, and followed me out of the living room and down the hall. We entered the bedroom and I put the latch on the door. He put his hands on my chest and whispered softly "You're so fuckin' hot, man!" I whispered "Twelve fifty," in his ear. He looked at me quizzically and said "Huh?" "Never mind," I said, and pulled him into a deep kiss, slipping my tongue down his throat, and grinding my cock against his. I slowly moved my lips down his taught torso, working his nips, exploring around his defined abs, and slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as I moved down. He was sighing happily, relaxed by the alcohol, and anticipating where I was going. As my mouth worked him, I untied his shoes and pulled them off, then gradually pulled down his pants and helped him step out of them while my mouth worked around his thighs and back up to his belly. I was now looking at his thick cock lying sideways in his low-rise blue briefs. I worked it with my mouth, keeping an eye on the clock by the bed so that I could time us to finish before midnight. I hooked my fingers in his waistband and pulled them down. His cock broke free and slapped up onto his belly, average length, but nice and fat, cut, and very straight. I paused to quickly shed my own clothes, and he smiled a big smile as he looked at my naked body. I pushed him down so he was lying on the bed, and knelt on the floor in front of him. I licked up from his balls to the tip, tongued around the head of his cock, kissed the sensitive place under the head, cupped his balls in my hand, then pulled lightly on them as my mouth engulfed his cock all the way to his pubes. Then I started working him with smooth up and down strokes, working him with my tongue, twisting around him, working him relentlessly toward his climax. He moaned more and more urgently as his body started writhing under my mouth, and he started to thrust in and out of it. I knew that this was not going to be long, but I decided we could take a little more time and I backed off and lay down on him, his legs coming up and locking around my hips as we kissed hungrily. I worked my way back down his slim body, got his cock back in my throat, and this time started playing around his ass-hole with my fingers, then pushed one in and twirled it around, then a second and a third. He was almost uncontrollable now, pushing his cock up hard in my mouth. A few more plunges down his thick cock, and he came explosively in my mouth, six or seven good squirts, suppressing a scream, but gasping softly, "Oh God, oh GodÉ." I let him wind down, keeping a soft sucking pressure on him until he pulled me off saying "I'm so fucking sensitive." I came up to lay on his chest and kiss him some more, and then I said "Now it's my turn. Stay where you are." I went over to my pants and got out a condom, a little packet of lube and a bottle of poppers. He looked at me with anticipation as I got ready to fuck him. I went back to the bed, lifted his legs up and pushed them apart, tore open the lube packet, and got my cock lined up at his hole. I opened the poppers and handed them to him, and he took a deep breath and handed them to me. I did the same as I pushed all the way into his ass. He gasped as I pushed past his sphincter, screwed the lid on the bottle, and pulled me down to kiss him as I started steadily pumping my cock in and out of his tight ass. "Oh yessssssÉ.fuck me dude," he gasped as I picked up speed. I didn't want this to be a long subtle fuck. I wanted to take my pleasure with him and be back out in the crowd for the mid-night toast, so I fucked him faster and faster, harder and harder, him pushing his slim tight ass up at me fucking himself as I fucked him. In a few more seconds, I went over the hill, pumping my cum into the condom and keeping up the speed as he gasped more and more desperately, and then came again himself, only a few minutes after he had come the first time. Oh, to be 18 or 20 again! We shared a final kiss, and got dressed. He shook my hand and said "Sam." I said "John." "So John, why did you say twelve fifty?" "Were you there when I was telling that group of guys about my little project for last year?" I said. "No, I only got here about forty-five minutes ago," he said. "Well, this past year I turned fortyÉ." "No shit? I thought you were, like, thirty or somethin'" he said. "É.and I decided to see if I could have sex with 1000 men during the course of the year. It took some strategizing, but I not only did it, I surpassed my goal. Sam, you were number one thousand, two hundred and fifty." "How fuckin' cool is that!" he said. I gave him a peck on the cheek, and we headed back out to the party. Chad was waiting for me with a smile on his face. He winked at me and said "SoÉ.?" "Twelve fifty," I answered. The crowd was gathering for a toast and several bottles of champagne were being passed around. Then the chant: "Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five Four, Three, Two, One, Happy New Year!" Chad and I drank up and he said "Is it OK if I come over and start the New Year with you?" "Sure, baby," I said. "I think 1999 is going to be a great year for us." We kissed each other, and quietly slipped out while the party went on.