Bi-Sexual Male / 54
My work took me out of town. One of the men from work recommended this Italian/Pizza restaurant, he said it was good food and had a nice atmosphere. I went around nine that night. The place was packed, lots of younger people. Being by myself I agreed to side at the counter, which over looked the bar and the main dining room. In a corner booth were two young men, tattooed, making out like crazy. When their pizza was delivered they settled down but fed each other. After they finished they went back to making out. The staff left them alone.
I ate my pizza, but I watched them, I got a raging hard on. When they left I followed them with my eyes out the door. The bartender came over to me, and when he picked up my plate asked me if I liked the show. He told me I could sit there, order a drink, because later in the evening more couples would come in and I could watch all I wanted.
The place started to fill up around ten, lots of young men, some single others in couples, lots of drinking around the bar, guys holding hands, making out, a couple of older guys came in. The bartender kept me filled in, he pointed out a couple of guys and told me they were single, he asked me what I was looking for. I leveled with him, I told him I had never been in a place like this. He asked me if I liked it, I confessed I didn't know. He leaned over the bar and asked if I felt more like getting my cock sucked or felt more like sucking a cock.
A man came in alone, he pointed him out. He said he was a realtor and he trolled for boys. And he paid. Some of the boys were for sale, if I wanted. I stayed till after eleven, the bartender told me there was always a place at the counter if I wanted to come in and just get an eye full.
That night I masturbated harder than I had in a long time. I masturbated to the image of the two guys in the booth.
I masturbated the next night.
On the third night I went back to the restaurant and asked to sit at the counter again. It was a quiet night, I ordered my pizza, I ate alone. The bartender from the night before wasn't there, the guy tending bar paid no attention to me. I paid and left. I went back to my room and watched television and later that night I masturbated again.
Back in my home town I went about my job and from time to time I would replay that first night at the Italian restaurant. It was a couple of years later that I went back to that city. The guy who worked for us who had recommended the place no longer worked there. I checked into the hotel, it was past nine. I got in the car and drove to the Italian place, I drove around the block four times before I decided to stop in. The place looked the same, it was half full, I took the same place at the counter, the old staff wasn't there. A couple of young tattooed girls were at the reception. Mostly younger couples, male/female. I sat there and ate my pizza and drank my beer slowly, the pizza is good, but there was no show. Boys and girls having pizza.
I had finished and an early thirties type sat down beside me at the counter. The restaurant had plenty of room, the front counter was empty, he struck up a conversation. New in town, who do you work for, he was an architect, worked for the school district, was I alone, how long was I going to be in town. He ordered a beer and asked me if I was looking for company. He said he could arrange it, was I looking for a certain type of company, he asked what kind of girl I liked, there were all kinds in a city like that. When I didn't answer he asked if I liked boys maybe, there was always boys. He said personally he liked boys, with hard dicks. Maybe we could get some boys together and we could have a party.
His hand was on my thigh. He asked me how much I usually paid. I told him that I had never gone there. He put his hand fully on my thigh and said that if I was from out of town, the only way I was going to get what I wanted was to pay, maybe I liked someone like him, not a boy, but young and experienced.
The price was 200 dollars. I was 43. The year 2006. The place Dallas, Texas. I am much more experienced now, I don't pay to suck, and to answer the bartender's question, I prefer to suck. I know where to go, I have a fuck buddy and we arrange to get together and suck and fuck. It just feels so good. I never did thank that coworker for turning me on to that place.
I ate my pizza, but I watched them, I got a raging hard on. When they left I followed them with my eyes out the door. The bartender came over to me, and when he picked up my plate asked me if I liked the show. He told me I could sit there, order a drink, because later in the evening more couples would come in and I could watch all I wanted.
The place started to fill up around ten, lots of young men, some single others in couples, lots of drinking around the bar, guys holding hands, making out, a couple of older guys came in. The bartender kept me filled in, he pointed out a couple of guys and told me they were single, he asked me what I was looking for. I leveled with him, I told him I had never been in a place like this. He asked me if I liked it, I confessed I didn't know. He leaned over the bar and asked if I felt more like getting my cock sucked or felt more like sucking a cock.
A man came in alone, he pointed him out. He said he was a realtor and he trolled for boys. And he paid. Some of the boys were for sale, if I wanted. I stayed till after eleven, the bartender told me there was always a place at the counter if I wanted to come in and just get an eye full.
That night I masturbated harder than I had in a long time. I masturbated to the image of the two guys in the booth.
I masturbated the next night.
On the third night I went back to the restaurant and asked to sit at the counter again. It was a quiet night, I ordered my pizza, I ate alone. The bartender from the night before wasn't there, the guy tending bar paid no attention to me. I paid and left. I went back to my room and watched television and later that night I masturbated again.
Back in my home town I went about my job and from time to time I would replay that first night at the Italian restaurant. It was a couple of years later that I went back to that city. The guy who worked for us who had recommended the place no longer worked there. I checked into the hotel, it was past nine. I got in the car and drove to the Italian place, I drove around the block four times before I decided to stop in. The place looked the same, it was half full, I took the same place at the counter, the old staff wasn't there. A couple of young tattooed girls were at the reception. Mostly younger couples, male/female. I sat there and ate my pizza and drank my beer slowly, the pizza is good, but there was no show. Boys and girls having pizza.
I had finished and an early thirties type sat down beside me at the counter. The restaurant had plenty of room, the front counter was empty, he struck up a conversation. New in town, who do you work for, he was an architect, worked for the school district, was I alone, how long was I going to be in town. He ordered a beer and asked me if I was looking for company. He said he could arrange it, was I looking for a certain type of company, he asked what kind of girl I liked, there were all kinds in a city like that. When I didn't answer he asked if I liked boys maybe, there was always boys. He said personally he liked boys, with hard dicks. Maybe we could get some boys together and we could have a party.
His hand was on my thigh. He asked me how much I usually paid. I told him that I had never gone there. He put his hand fully on my thigh and said that if I was from out of town, the only way I was going to get what I wanted was to pay, maybe I liked someone like him, not a boy, but young and experienced.
The price was 200 dollars. I was 43. The year 2006. The place Dallas, Texas. I am much more experienced now, I don't pay to suck, and to answer the bartender's question, I prefer to suck. I know where to go, I have a fuck buddy and we arrange to get together and suck and fuck. It just feels so good. I never did thank that coworker for turning me on to that place.
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