Even as a little kid I have always been attracted to naked men. In those days, at the country club, men and boys showered together. There was never any erections, or any sexual behavior. But there were penises, lots of penises, and I liked to look at penises. The urinal was an open trough, and naked men would stand at the urinal and pee.

Fast forward to now. I was on a plane going to Argentina and I struck up a conversation with the man sitting next to me. We were in business class, so it was relaxed, we enjoyed a glass of wine during our conversation, we enjoyed dinner together and the conversation continued. When we arrived in Buenos Aires we exchanged hotel information and agreed to meet for dinner that night.

I took a cab to his hotel and he invited me up to his room for a glass of wine before we headed out. We had a nice conversation. There was something in the room, a feeling that I had not felt. He excused himself and went to the bathroom to pee and left the door open. I could see him in the mirror on the wall. He walked out into the room zipping up his fly. He suggested we got get a pizza. He knew of a place within walking distance, it was very good pizza and the atmosphere was nice.

We got there around 8, early by Buenos Aires standards, we ordered a glass of wine and talked for a while. More patrons came in, some alone, some in couples. The place filled up around nine. Lot of men talking, in suits because we were downtown, men in booths like us, pats on the back, and then an ass grab as one guy moved in on another guy, and then an embrace as they said hello.

My friend told me he liked the place because you could be at ease and enjoy the evening. We ordered a pizza, or rather he ordered the pizza and more wine and he touched my knee, I felt his hand on my knee, and then he put his hand on my thigh. By then I knew I was in a gay bar/pizza joint, men were hanging on each other, I felt him lean over to me to say something, he put his arm around my shoulder and asked me if I liked the place. I was ok, I was ok with his hand on my thigh, I was ok with his arm around my shoulder. He had moved his chair closer to mine so we could talk. We ate our pizza, we drank more wine, we watched the banter at the bar, the couples in booths, his hand always on my thigh. We were older than the crowd, which seemed to be twenty thirty somethings, his hand was up and down my thigh, it was warm and he was rubbing my thigh, when I looked into his face I felt he was going to kiss me.

We left around eleven, we walked back to his hotel, he invited me upstairs, in his room he took off his coat and shirt and offered me a nightcap. When he brought me my glass of whisky he leaned over and kissed me. He helped me out of my coat and shirt and helped me unbutton and unzip my pants. My shoes were off and we took our pants off together, naked except for our socks he stood close to me and took my penis in his hand and after a minute I reached for his and we got started.

We got on the bed and he started to give me head, rubbing his hand up and down my chest, my hand on his back. He got on his knees and put his penis over my mouth and I took it in. He held my penis in his hand while I sucked him, and we found a position where we were giving each other oral sex. I was new to this, although I felt I wasn't, we hugged and kissed and he asked me if I would let him have sex with me. I thought, on my first date?, but I wanted it, I was completely aroused to it and he was prepared and knew what to do and had me get on my knees and bury my face in the pillow and he did his magic. And it was magic.

We fell back and with the jet lag, the hours and what not we fell asleep. In the morning we showered, and as I sat on the lip of the tub he stood there and peed into the toilet. His penis just a foot away from my face. When he finished and was about to clean out the last drops I leaned forward and sucked his penis and the last drops of pee.

We do our best to hook up our travel schedules, we both travel often to Mexico City, Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires.

I remember those days growing up when I admired naked men, I admire naked men even more today. It is a favorite pastime if I am traveling alone, spending time searching for naked men pictures. I have a couple of pictures I have saved to my computer of my naked friend, and a couple of close ups of his naked penis. I can just taste it when I see it.