Bi-Sexual Male / 62
A Man And His Pleasure
It took a long time for me to get up the nerve to put this down for others to read and possibly enjoy. Some backstory for you to understand.
I am a near retirement age salesman of selected products and services. My success depends on meeting my clients, understanding their specific needs and finding that item or service that fulfills their desire. Men or women, as long as they have the money I will help them find what they are looking for. My services have taken me all over the world for the last thirty years.
This job has been rewarding financially for me, but it has also meant that I live mostly out of hotel rooms and have little time to settle down. I am to be truthful not one that wants someone hanging around, and as I became wealthier I also become more distrusting. This all sums up to my sex life which has been a long list of one night stands.
On the road in nice hotels you meet all types, all types. In one hotel in Dallas a man put his hand in my lap, on another occasion in Lisbon a man hit my backside with a newspaper and wished me a good night. On airplanes, where the hours go by slowly I met and talked to various men, some told me that they liked traveling because it got them away from their wife and they could indulge in their pleasure. With other men, in the right port of call they could enjoy more perverse pleasures. For whatever reason, since way back when, I have had an ease to talk about this with other men, and many a man has offered me his cock for my pleasure. I'm a suckler, not so much a cock sucker, a suckler, I love to suckle on a nice hard cock.
As the internet age came about and I traveled with a laptop, I discovered that enjoyed staying up late at night cruising the internet for gay sights. I am attracted to ordinary men, older men rather than younger, I never cared for the college hunk. As I've grown older I enjoy finding videos of the men fucking men, especially older men fucking older men. Always, since the very beginning, even when all there was were magazines of the sort, I envisioned myself being the one on the bottom. But, for all of my encounters I avoided that, limiting myself to suckling on a cock, suckling the cum out of the man. I do like cum, I take as much as I can.
I had a client contact me, he was interested in a particular piece, an item that is not sold at retail. He engaged me to find one for him for sale. He is collector of this genre. I told him the conditions, I do not search for their wants without meeting them, and making sure their money is put in on account with a friendly banker who holds the money, and pays me when produced. I met the man, a Brazilian of Palestinian descent. An older man, in his mid sixties. He easily put the money up with my banker and I went searching for his want.
Because of the internet you can eliminate so much without traveling. There is a lot out there that is fake or not really for sale. I traveled to Toronto to examine an item and found myself at midnight watching a repeated video of a man getting fucked. The more I watched I came to realize that the man doing the fucking was my client, only younger by some fifteen or twenty years. Yes, surely a mistake I said. But no, it was him. The same smile, same eyes. It was him.
And while I watched the video I saw myself on the bottom. He had a magnificent cock, I could definitely suckle on that. But what I saw drove me to want him on top. After several false runs, I found a true piece for him, with the right paperwork to back it up, within the price range he was willing to spend. I contacted him and as agreed we met at a selected hotel and I showed him the piece and he agreed it was right and the moneys were released. The commercial part of the transaction was complete.
I touched his hand gently, letting him know I thought he had good taste. I invited him to a glass of wine, fine wine which I paid for. Then dinner and the more we talked and the more I got close to him I could feel his interest increase. I offered him a little extra if he came up to my room for a nightcap and I suckled his cock. He is a top, his eyes said it all. I got on the bed for him and let him do what was in his nature, and there I was for the first time in all these years having a top on my back. It felt good, good in ways that only a top on your back thrusting for his pleasure can feel good.
He left the hotel room thanking me for a good night, for finding him his treasure. A few weeks later a small package arrived at my commercial location. It was small statuette in marble, of a man on a man, neatly carved cock and balls in a neatly carved ass, an expression of pleasure on the faces of the top and the bottom. It proved to be older, a lot older, from around the 16th century. It sits on my desk, a conversation piece, but also a reminder.
I am a near retirement age salesman of selected products and services. My success depends on meeting my clients, understanding their specific needs and finding that item or service that fulfills their desire. Men or women, as long as they have the money I will help them find what they are looking for. My services have taken me all over the world for the last thirty years.
This job has been rewarding financially for me, but it has also meant that I live mostly out of hotel rooms and have little time to settle down. I am to be truthful not one that wants someone hanging around, and as I became wealthier I also become more distrusting. This all sums up to my sex life which has been a long list of one night stands.
On the road in nice hotels you meet all types, all types. In one hotel in Dallas a man put his hand in my lap, on another occasion in Lisbon a man hit my backside with a newspaper and wished me a good night. On airplanes, where the hours go by slowly I met and talked to various men, some told me that they liked traveling because it got them away from their wife and they could indulge in their pleasure. With other men, in the right port of call they could enjoy more perverse pleasures. For whatever reason, since way back when, I have had an ease to talk about this with other men, and many a man has offered me his cock for my pleasure. I'm a suckler, not so much a cock sucker, a suckler, I love to suckle on a nice hard cock.
As the internet age came about and I traveled with a laptop, I discovered that enjoyed staying up late at night cruising the internet for gay sights. I am attracted to ordinary men, older men rather than younger, I never cared for the college hunk. As I've grown older I enjoy finding videos of the men fucking men, especially older men fucking older men. Always, since the very beginning, even when all there was were magazines of the sort, I envisioned myself being the one on the bottom. But, for all of my encounters I avoided that, limiting myself to suckling on a cock, suckling the cum out of the man. I do like cum, I take as much as I can.
I had a client contact me, he was interested in a particular piece, an item that is not sold at retail. He engaged me to find one for him for sale. He is collector of this genre. I told him the conditions, I do not search for their wants without meeting them, and making sure their money is put in on account with a friendly banker who holds the money, and pays me when produced. I met the man, a Brazilian of Palestinian descent. An older man, in his mid sixties. He easily put the money up with my banker and I went searching for his want.
Because of the internet you can eliminate so much without traveling. There is a lot out there that is fake or not really for sale. I traveled to Toronto to examine an item and found myself at midnight watching a repeated video of a man getting fucked. The more I watched I came to realize that the man doing the fucking was my client, only younger by some fifteen or twenty years. Yes, surely a mistake I said. But no, it was him. The same smile, same eyes. It was him.
And while I watched the video I saw myself on the bottom. He had a magnificent cock, I could definitely suckle on that. But what I saw drove me to want him on top. After several false runs, I found a true piece for him, with the right paperwork to back it up, within the price range he was willing to spend. I contacted him and as agreed we met at a selected hotel and I showed him the piece and he agreed it was right and the moneys were released. The commercial part of the transaction was complete.
I touched his hand gently, letting him know I thought he had good taste. I invited him to a glass of wine, fine wine which I paid for. Then dinner and the more we talked and the more I got close to him I could feel his interest increase. I offered him a little extra if he came up to my room for a nightcap and I suckled his cock. He is a top, his eyes said it all. I got on the bed for him and let him do what was in his nature, and there I was for the first time in all these years having a top on my back. It felt good, good in ways that only a top on your back thrusting for his pleasure can feel good.
He left the hotel room thanking me for a good night, for finding him his treasure. A few weeks later a small package arrived at my commercial location. It was small statuette in marble, of a man on a man, neatly carved cock and balls in a neatly carved ass, an expression of pleasure on the faces of the top and the bottom. It proved to be older, a lot older, from around the 16th century. It sits on my desk, a conversation piece, but also a reminder.
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