Why I Love New York

That particular weekend I was in New York City for a negotiation on an acquisition. It was a long day, hard day. I stopped by the front desk and asked the clerk if there was a small place where I could get a pizza. I just wanted something simple. He gave me the name of place I had gone before which I didn't like, I grabbed his hand and had him look into my eyes. I wanted a nice, small place. He gave the name of a place a few blocks away, warning me that I may not like the place, good pizza but not my crowd.

At the pizza place I sat against the wall in a two person table enjoying a beer. Two young men in their twenties were a table away, holding hands, talking a nose away from each other. A kiss and then another. Another couple of young men sat down at another table. Love was in the air. As they kissed and held hands and touched my cock got hard. I sat there with my beer wondering what they would do next. How would they have sex. I stroked my cock in my pants, I was hard and I couldn't get my hardon to release.

The waiter, a guy in his thirties, tattoos, came for my order and I asked for a small pizza. He asked what else and I told him I could use some company. He frowned but went off. A little later a nice looking guy in his thirties came over and asked if he could sit down. We talked, I bought him a beer. His hands were manicured, clean shaven. My cock was harder than ever and I kept stroking it under the table. We talked as the pizza came, he refused a piece and asked how long I was going to be in the city and where I was staying. I looked at him and asked how much, he said 100 purely oral no sex. I asked him if it was mutual oral or just one way. We agreed on the price and I pushed the 100 under the napkin to him and we walked back to my hotel.

I went up first and he followed some minutes later. He was hung, large cock, I sucked first. I was hungry, I didn't want to let go. HIs cock in my hand, my mouth. He asked if I wanted him to give at go so I took my pants off and laid back on the bed and let him give me the professional treatment. I was far to aroused and I came too soon. He said he was leaving, he was done. I asked him how much more for the full treatment. He said 200, bare. I got my wallet out and put the 200 on the nightstand. He fucked me, he was good at it, experienced, not some kid. He took it seriously, giving me a good long fuck. He asked if I wanted it in me and I said for him to go ahead. Let it go.

He left and I lay there just thinking about it. I wondered about what my kids would think if they knew their father got fucked that night. What about my wife? She thinks I have a girl somewhere. The next day the negotiations stalled for a while and then other side agreed and we left it to the lawyers to write it up. I refused dinner again and went back to my hotel room for a shower and a nap. At 9 I headed over to the pizza place. Watched the young men for a while, watched them kiss. That's what gets me hard. The waiter asked if I wanted the usual. I said yes. After a while the same young man came by, he shared the pizza with me and we left to the hotel room, no need for introductions, his cock felt so good in my hand, I sucked him hard, and turned over and he did his magic on me.

I asked how much and he said 250, it was a package deal.

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