I stayed at a Marriott hotel. The waiter that attended to me at breakfast touched my hand several times. I don't know why I let him, but I did. He got my room number from my bill when I signed it. That night he called me and asked me if there was anything he could do for me. I was already in bed and told him so, and his answer was that no one should be alone. He invited me to get dressed and meet him a couple of blocks from the hotel and we would go out and have some fun.

He was there, now dressed in his street clothes, and we headed off to a couple of bars, which he paid, and then off to a night club with a show. We sat there in the dark and he put his hand on my leg, I let him grab my leg and give me a good grab of my dick. He asked me to go with him to his apartment, it was after 2 in the morning and I found myself staring at him naked in his bed holding the covers up and asking me to get in.

That night I had my first man to man sexual experience. I loved every minute of it, I loved the kissing the most, being kissed by him was an unexpected pleasure. I learned to hold his penis and learned to go down on his penis while he went down on mine. I guess he had to establish himself, and he insisted on anal sex, which after a while I surrendered to. I woke up with him, too late to make my meeting, so I called and cancelled and spent the day with him in his apartment. We had sex again, and we spent a good long time in the hot shower. By the end of the day I was totally comfortable taking his penis in my mouth and letting him have sex with me. In all we had sex three times, before I went back to my hotel room the second following morning.

Back at home now, after eating dinner with my wife, telling her how busy my trip was. Remembering how this Puerto Rican waiter gave me the time of my life. If I go back to New York, I guess I will look him up. If not, then it has to be one of the best trips I have ever taken.