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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 57
The Forbidden Fruit
As the admonition goes, don't try the forbidden fruit. I was stuck for two weeks in Buenos Aires during the local summer of 1996. I was there for a closing of a company that we were buying but everything takes a lot longer in Argentina. In those days the internet was not truly available and the local television was pretty bad and I was restless sitting around waiting. The local hotel restaurant got boring. I stopped by the front desk and asked the concierge if he could recommend a nice place for a pizza. He mentioned a place, about three blocks away and I set off around 8, in Argentina everyone eats really late.
When I got there the place was empty, except for a couple of guys sitting at the bar with a beer. I took a small table in a booth and took out my book and ordered a pizza. I wasn't in a hurry and after eating I ordered another beer and then another and the place got full. Lots of noise, and as I looked across the place there was nothing but men. Men in suits, men in casual wear. The men in suits talking quietly in booths with men in casual wear. And from time to time a couple of men would leave and others took the booth. It slowly dawned on me that I was in a gay pizza place, really a bar because it was mostly alcohol that was served.
The next evening, I walked around and after having dinner at the hotel I wandered off to the pizza bar around 10. It was packed. I worked my way over and found a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, something I could sip. The guy beside me on my right put his arm around the guy beside him and just flat out kissed him right there, out in the open. The bartender let me sit. An hour later, I remember because it was 11 on my watch and I had just checked it a man in a suit sat beside me. He was an older man, fifties and ordered a Manhattan. He quickly struck up a conversation in English.
As he spoke he put his hand on my knee, he touched my arm, my hand. He offered to buy me another drink. He put his arm around my shoulder and suggested we leave, go someplace where it was quiet. On the way out he kept his arm around my shoulder, speaking in my ear. He suggested we should go back to my hotel. In my room he took off his jacket, and walked over to unbutton my shirt. I felt I was in a movie. He ran his hands across my naked chest. He reached down and grabbed my bulge, which was a bulge and he complimented me for it. He took his shirt and shoes off, and then he helped me out of my pants and he took off his pants and grabbing my now erect cock in my underwear he pulled me onto the bed with him. It was all so fluid.
He kissed me for a while, helped me out of my shorts, by then he was was naked too and I had his cock in my hand. He helped himself to my cock, long hot kisses, stroking me. He had me bend down and do the same to him. I played the movie in my head and sucked on his cock the way he had sucked on mine. We kissed again and again, his hot hands on my body, my chest, my face, my thighs, my rear end. His hot cock against me, finding my cock from time to time and rubbing against it. The movie in my head just went along. When he put me on my face on the bed and put a pillow under my hips I prepared myself for him, he got on my back, lined his cock up against my hole and after penetrating leaned heavy on my back and slowly fucked me. I had cum into the pillow when he came in me and pulled out.
He had to leave, go back to his house and wife and left me alone in the room. The next day I relived the whole thing over and over again. At night I walked past the door of the pizza bar over and over again but could not make myself go in. I felt I knew what it was like for all those women I had picked up and never talked to again. I had gotten lucky. I went home after another week and for the longest time I remembered that night. It would be another four years before I let myself go back to hotel room with a man, this time in New York.
When I got there the place was empty, except for a couple of guys sitting at the bar with a beer. I took a small table in a booth and took out my book and ordered a pizza. I wasn't in a hurry and after eating I ordered another beer and then another and the place got full. Lots of noise, and as I looked across the place there was nothing but men. Men in suits, men in casual wear. The men in suits talking quietly in booths with men in casual wear. And from time to time a couple of men would leave and others took the booth. It slowly dawned on me that I was in a gay pizza place, really a bar because it was mostly alcohol that was served.
The next evening, I walked around and after having dinner at the hotel I wandered off to the pizza bar around 10. It was packed. I worked my way over and found a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, something I could sip. The guy beside me on my right put his arm around the guy beside him and just flat out kissed him right there, out in the open. The bartender let me sit. An hour later, I remember because it was 11 on my watch and I had just checked it a man in a suit sat beside me. He was an older man, fifties and ordered a Manhattan. He quickly struck up a conversation in English.
As he spoke he put his hand on my knee, he touched my arm, my hand. He offered to buy me another drink. He put his arm around my shoulder and suggested we leave, go someplace where it was quiet. On the way out he kept his arm around my shoulder, speaking in my ear. He suggested we should go back to my hotel. In my room he took off his jacket, and walked over to unbutton my shirt. I felt I was in a movie. He ran his hands across my naked chest. He reached down and grabbed my bulge, which was a bulge and he complimented me for it. He took his shirt and shoes off, and then he helped me out of my pants and he took off his pants and grabbing my now erect cock in my underwear he pulled me onto the bed with him. It was all so fluid.
He kissed me for a while, helped me out of my shorts, by then he was was naked too and I had his cock in my hand. He helped himself to my cock, long hot kisses, stroking me. He had me bend down and do the same to him. I played the movie in my head and sucked on his cock the way he had sucked on mine. We kissed again and again, his hot hands on my body, my chest, my face, my thighs, my rear end. His hot cock against me, finding my cock from time to time and rubbing against it. The movie in my head just went along. When he put me on my face on the bed and put a pillow under my hips I prepared myself for him, he got on my back, lined his cock up against my hole and after penetrating leaned heavy on my back and slowly fucked me. I had cum into the pillow when he came in me and pulled out.
He had to leave, go back to his house and wife and left me alone in the room. The next day I relived the whole thing over and over again. At night I walked past the door of the pizza bar over and over again but could not make myself go in. I felt I knew what it was like for all those women I had picked up and never talked to again. I had gotten lucky. I went home after another week and for the longest time I remembered that night. It would be another four years before I let myself go back to hotel room with a man, this time in New York.
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