It Took An Overseas Trip For Me To Work Up The Nerve

Some ten years ago on a trip to South America I got into a conversation with a youngish man selling art near the hotel. To me he had gay mannerisms, a little heavy, obviously a man who had body hair. I started looking at him with thoughts of what it would be like to get close and personal, focusing on the idea of sucking his dick and wondering if he was cut or uncut.

He probably read my eyes and the conversation went on and on. I bought a piece and and asked if he could pack it for transport, gave him my room number. He told me he wasn't going to be allowed up to the room. I had my second key card which I gave him and he told me he would use the pool elevator and be at my room around seven.

I waited for him, made sure I was showered and had brushed my teeth, ordered some snacks and beers to the room and waited for him to come. At seven he knocked and opened the door for him. He was dressed in a nice shirt, open enough to reveal his heavy hair on his chest, he was also recently showered. He had the painting packaged for the plane. I offered him a beer, we shared the snacks, his English was high school level, he sat across from me and his lips were wet and I had the urge to kiss him.

He did not resist, he kissed back and we moved to the bed. I opened his shirt and ran my hands over his chest, then over his dick. He smiled as I undid his pants and took his dick out which to my surprise was beautifully cut. His hardness in my hand and my mouth around his precum dripping dick. I closed my eyes feeling the soft skin in my mouth, enjoying the moment.

It wasn't long before we were both totally undressed, he was sucking on my dick and I was laying back on the bed running my hand through his hair. Lots of mutual kissing, dick play, oral sex, anus fingering before I found myself penetrating his anal canal up to the hilt. Ejaculation was extremely rewarding. We lay together for a while, washed up, got dressed and went to dinner. He kept my access card, we had three more days of sex and time together. Leaving for home was emotional. I never returned to that city and never saw him again, his world and mine were just on different paths.

But that experience helped me get over my inhibitions, since then I have enjoyed many encounters with men. Three years ago I met and hooked up with a retired police officer and we have a thing going. I have switched roles, being a cop he is dominant, and frankly I am enjoying being the passive partner, passive only in the sense of receiving rather than giving. Anal sex is surprisingly very enjoyable. And that's where I am now, at his apartment after spending the night with him, and enjoying his well endowed attention.