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Bi-Sexual Male / 54
It is 20 years ago that I tasted my first cock. I was 44 then.
I was on a corporate trip to Brazil dealing with an investigation of an inside job at the company I worked for. The work was tense, as it required confrontation with employees, in particular with the one that we suspected had been the master mind of the operation.
I stayed over the weekend, and on Sunday afternoon, I went and sat out by the pool to have a beer. An Englishman was sitting in the chaise lounge beside me and we struck up a conversation. It was the way his pants had bunched up, his bulge was noticeable, and as I found out later because he had a lot to notice. We talked but I couldn't keep from letting my gaze settle on his bulge.
He asked me a lot of questions, including what I did when I was out of town. Being stuck in a hotel room was such a bore and he liked to go out and he asked me if I was game to go out later that evening and get a bite to eat at this steak house he knew about. I agreed to meet him at seven, he stood up and he stood over me with his bulge in my face, he talked for a couple of minutes leaning towards me, and inch away from my face.
He said he was going to stop by the men's room before going up, and having drunk my beer I mentioned that I would join him. The restroom was open, we were the only two in there, a trough served as a urinal and we stood side by side and he held his hands on his hips while he urinated. He took a while, and I was unable to keep my eyes away from him, standing there with my penis out but not being able to urinate. When he was done, he put his penis away and commented that I was shy, not to be ashamed, we would see each other at seven.
We met in the lobby and took a cab to the steak house, we had a drink, ordered dinner with a bottle of wine, we talked and when we left he put his arm around my shoulders and helped me into the cab ahead of him. He asked me if I wanted to go to a club, he knew of a place that I was sure to enjoy. We went to a dive on the highway leading out of town. No girls, the dancers were men and boys, the waiters were young men and boys, he paid a young man to dance at our table and for an extra twenty he took off his loin cloth and swung his penis around. He sat beside me with his arm around my shoulder, ordering young men and boys to come up and dance for us asking me if I was enjoying myself.
His hand moved from my thigh up to my crotch and he took my penis in his hand and held it tight and asked for a kiss. I got my first kiss with a man that night, and he held my hand over his erect penis in his pants. We ordered more young men and boys to dance. We were pretty drunk by then, and when the boys would dance he pretended to suck them as they stood in front of him.
We left around 2 a.m. and when we got back to the hotel we went to his room. He undressed and got on the bed and asked me to undress. As I approached the bed he took my penis in his mouth and started to suck me. I became erect and felt like I was going to lose it. He lay back and asked me to try, and leaned over and I sucked him. It was my first time, and he knew it and he talked me into how to suck him. While I sucked him, he ran his hands across my back and buttocks and played with my penis. He was erect, but not as erect as he had been at the club. He sucked me some more and asked me if I was willing to go all the way, and do it all on my first night.
Penetration was the just about the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I loved it from the moment he got going, he had slicked us up with a compound he carried in his suitcase and although it was a first experience, it was like I had done it a thousand times.
The next morning I had to work, and he left back for Europe and I spent the rest of the week concentrated on my job.
But I had found out that I liked it, and little by little, I failed miserably for quite a while, but then I found a club some 25 miles from my home where you could pick up young me. It was there that I also met a couple of men who liked to get together and have multiples, pick up some young men and then get together and it is with them that I got into it full time. No question that I am more comfortable playing on the catcher's side, that was my natural inclination that night in Sao Paulo.
I was on a corporate trip to Brazil dealing with an investigation of an inside job at the company I worked for. The work was tense, as it required confrontation with employees, in particular with the one that we suspected had been the master mind of the operation.
I stayed over the weekend, and on Sunday afternoon, I went and sat out by the pool to have a beer. An Englishman was sitting in the chaise lounge beside me and we struck up a conversation. It was the way his pants had bunched up, his bulge was noticeable, and as I found out later because he had a lot to notice. We talked but I couldn't keep from letting my gaze settle on his bulge.
He asked me a lot of questions, including what I did when I was out of town. Being stuck in a hotel room was such a bore and he liked to go out and he asked me if I was game to go out later that evening and get a bite to eat at this steak house he knew about. I agreed to meet him at seven, he stood up and he stood over me with his bulge in my face, he talked for a couple of minutes leaning towards me, and inch away from my face.
He said he was going to stop by the men's room before going up, and having drunk my beer I mentioned that I would join him. The restroom was open, we were the only two in there, a trough served as a urinal and we stood side by side and he held his hands on his hips while he urinated. He took a while, and I was unable to keep my eyes away from him, standing there with my penis out but not being able to urinate. When he was done, he put his penis away and commented that I was shy, not to be ashamed, we would see each other at seven.
We met in the lobby and took a cab to the steak house, we had a drink, ordered dinner with a bottle of wine, we talked and when we left he put his arm around my shoulders and helped me into the cab ahead of him. He asked me if I wanted to go to a club, he knew of a place that I was sure to enjoy. We went to a dive on the highway leading out of town. No girls, the dancers were men and boys, the waiters were young men and boys, he paid a young man to dance at our table and for an extra twenty he took off his loin cloth and swung his penis around. He sat beside me with his arm around my shoulder, ordering young men and boys to come up and dance for us asking me if I was enjoying myself.
His hand moved from my thigh up to my crotch and he took my penis in his hand and held it tight and asked for a kiss. I got my first kiss with a man that night, and he held my hand over his erect penis in his pants. We ordered more young men and boys to dance. We were pretty drunk by then, and when the boys would dance he pretended to suck them as they stood in front of him.
We left around 2 a.m. and when we got back to the hotel we went to his room. He undressed and got on the bed and asked me to undress. As I approached the bed he took my penis in his mouth and started to suck me. I became erect and felt like I was going to lose it. He lay back and asked me to try, and leaned over and I sucked him. It was my first time, and he knew it and he talked me into how to suck him. While I sucked him, he ran his hands across my back and buttocks and played with my penis. He was erect, but not as erect as he had been at the club. He sucked me some more and asked me if I was willing to go all the way, and do it all on my first night.
Penetration was the just about the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I loved it from the moment he got going, he had slicked us up with a compound he carried in his suitcase and although it was a first experience, it was like I had done it a thousand times.
The next morning I had to work, and he left back for Europe and I spent the rest of the week concentrated on my job.
But I had found out that I liked it, and little by little, I failed miserably for quite a while, but then I found a club some 25 miles from my home where you could pick up young me. It was there that I also met a couple of men who liked to get together and have multiples, pick up some young men and then get together and it is with them that I got into it full time. No question that I am more comfortable playing on the catcher's side, that was my natural inclination that night in Sao Paulo.
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