Gay Male / 64
Getting What You Want Just Not What You Thought
When I was 33 I changed jobs and became an auditor for the Bureau of the ATF. It is a job that requires you to travel five days a week which was fine with me, I was single and didn't have anyone close. At 33 I had only had one sexual experience, with a woman, and that was back when I was 19 with a waitress that worked at the Ramada Inn. All my other sexual experience was solo, masturbation and I gravitated to gay magazines and reading the stories about being forced to have sex. I especially liked stories of young men who worked on fishing boats or in other equally remote jobs. I masturbated until I couldn't any more.
During my jobs I took my magazines with me, I had quite a few, some favorites and others filled in. This was all long before the internet, just pointing that out. I had one magazine, it was an Italian magazine with pictures of naked Italians Studs. I dreamt of being surprised in my bed by one of them and having to swallow him or have him take me. For those times I had a good sized dildo I had bought in Miami and I had practiced until I could insert it all the way.
It shouldn't be a surprise that during my work I scoped all sorts of places, from late night diners, to bars, to parks at night trolling to get fucked that night. But without success, I went back to my hotel room and masturbated. Until one night in St. Louis. I had arrived on a delayed flight and had to be at the work location at 7:30 in the morning. My hotel as always was a three star, which is all the ATF reimbursed you for. The only place to eat was a small diner a couple of blocks away that closed at ten. It was at that diner that I met this man.
He came over to talk to me. He wore a suit and when he sat down I noticed he had gray hair. He had big hands and he was pushy asking me what I was doing there, confirming that I wasn't from around there. When he found out I was staying at the cheap ass hotel he got more interested. I was too inexperienced to realize he was picking me up. When we left the diner he suggested a drink and we went to the seedy bar where we sat in a booth in the dark. He started rubbing my leg, and putting his arm around my shoulders and talking to me up close. In the dark I could see that there were a couple of men dancing.
That's when I realized where I was and what was happening. When he reached around me and pulled me close to him and kissed me I felt like running but I was trapped in the booth. He asked me how I liked it. I didn't know how to answer, then he said if I wanted it with a rubber because if I insisted I would have to buy the rubbers in the bathroom. It was in the bathroom that he forced my pants down and laughed at my dick. He showed me his dick, lowering his pants and telling me to bend over and hold onto the sink. He had a big dick, and it hurt like hell when he tore me up fucking me. A minute or ten minutes I don't know. All I know is that he pulled out and told me I was a fag and after picking up his pants he left.
It was a long lonely walk back to the hotel. I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling not being able to sleep. I cried after a while. Cried a lot and fell asleep with my clothes on. I barely made it up and changed and without a shower caught a cab to the work location. After checking in with reception they took me to a conference room. And that same man walked in, he was the controller. His introduction was to ask me if I liked it that much that I came looking for him. My work there lasted three days and I got fucked both of the next two nights, this time on the bed at the hotel. He also had me suck him, once to completion.
And that's how one night in St. Louis I crossed over. Not a thought any more, it was real. Fortunately I never had to return there to audit them again. I went on with my career and learned how to meet men and as I got older how to pick up younger men. Never any Italian studs, more like pimple faced kids who wanted twenty bucks. But nothing that ever happened after that was the same. I'm writing about it because 30 years later I remember it vividly and it is the source of masturbation , that and the internet with in your face cocks like his. Big and thick and harry. That's how I like them.
During my jobs I took my magazines with me, I had quite a few, some favorites and others filled in. This was all long before the internet, just pointing that out. I had one magazine, it was an Italian magazine with pictures of naked Italians Studs. I dreamt of being surprised in my bed by one of them and having to swallow him or have him take me. For those times I had a good sized dildo I had bought in Miami and I had practiced until I could insert it all the way.
It shouldn't be a surprise that during my work I scoped all sorts of places, from late night diners, to bars, to parks at night trolling to get fucked that night. But without success, I went back to my hotel room and masturbated. Until one night in St. Louis. I had arrived on a delayed flight and had to be at the work location at 7:30 in the morning. My hotel as always was a three star, which is all the ATF reimbursed you for. The only place to eat was a small diner a couple of blocks away that closed at ten. It was at that diner that I met this man.
He came over to talk to me. He wore a suit and when he sat down I noticed he had gray hair. He had big hands and he was pushy asking me what I was doing there, confirming that I wasn't from around there. When he found out I was staying at the cheap ass hotel he got more interested. I was too inexperienced to realize he was picking me up. When we left the diner he suggested a drink and we went to the seedy bar where we sat in a booth in the dark. He started rubbing my leg, and putting his arm around my shoulders and talking to me up close. In the dark I could see that there were a couple of men dancing.
That's when I realized where I was and what was happening. When he reached around me and pulled me close to him and kissed me I felt like running but I was trapped in the booth. He asked me how I liked it. I didn't know how to answer, then he said if I wanted it with a rubber because if I insisted I would have to buy the rubbers in the bathroom. It was in the bathroom that he forced my pants down and laughed at my dick. He showed me his dick, lowering his pants and telling me to bend over and hold onto the sink. He had a big dick, and it hurt like hell when he tore me up fucking me. A minute or ten minutes I don't know. All I know is that he pulled out and told me I was a fag and after picking up his pants he left.
It was a long lonely walk back to the hotel. I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling not being able to sleep. I cried after a while. Cried a lot and fell asleep with my clothes on. I barely made it up and changed and without a shower caught a cab to the work location. After checking in with reception they took me to a conference room. And that same man walked in, he was the controller. His introduction was to ask me if I liked it that much that I came looking for him. My work there lasted three days and I got fucked both of the next two nights, this time on the bed at the hotel. He also had me suck him, once to completion.
And that's how one night in St. Louis I crossed over. Not a thought any more, it was real. Fortunately I never had to return there to audit them again. I went on with my career and learned how to meet men and as I got older how to pick up younger men. Never any Italian studs, more like pimple faced kids who wanted twenty bucks. But nothing that ever happened after that was the same. I'm writing about it because 30 years later I remember it vividly and it is the source of masturbation , that and the internet with in your face cocks like his. Big and thick and harry. That's how I like them.
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