Straight Male / 57
I Have Never Been Able To Repeat The Feeling I Experienced In Rio
It happened like this. I was in Rio on business staying at a business hotel on the beach. I came and went over the day as meetings required. A man was standing on the sidewalk selling handmade purses and offered them to me every time I went by. He was in his twenties, a little chubby, and had a sweet face. When I came back after an afternoon meeting he was there and I stopped to see what he was selling. The purses were leather, but not very nice. While touching the purses my hand touched his hand and he smiled. I picked out a purse and told him I didn't have any cash on me and he needed to come to my room. He told me that he couldn't go into the hotel and at that point the deal was done. I walked away and he came up to me and asked me for my room number.
It was eleven that night when there was a knock on the door. I was already in bed and I looked through the peep hole and saw him there holding up the purse I had looked at on the street. I opened the door and invited him in. I went to my wallet and found the money in local currency and when I walked back to him my dick was getting hard, tenting up my boxers. He noticed too. There was a quiet moment, I gave him the money and he held my hand. Without a word spoken he reached and took my dick in his hand. He then knelt and taking my dick out of the fly on my boxers he put my dick in his mouth.
He held my dick with his hand and he put his heart into sucking me, I was hard, harder than I had been in a very long time. With his other hand he was massaging his dick in his pants. I disengaged and stepped back, my heart was beating pretty fast, my dick was rock solid and he was on his knees. At that point I sat on the bed and let him come to me and start sucking my dick again. His hand went up and down over my chest, he had moved up onto the bed and was kissing my nipples and while he worked on my dick with his hand. Overcome by the moment I let him get close to me and we kissed for a long moment. His lips were hot and sweet and wet. My hormones took over and I pushed him onto his back and kissed him reaching for his dick.
He undid his pants and I had his dick in my hand. He pulled his shirt up over his stomach, he had a lot of body hair, I bent over and put his dick in my mouth. He worked his pants off, his legs were thick and hairy and he had abundant pubic hair and I noticed that the hair extended down between his legs, to his ass and back. I sucked him, my first blowjob, and he kept my dick in his hand. At that point, I took my tshirt off and my boxers and he took off his shirt and we were both naked on the bed, kissing and pulling on each other's dicks.
I had to break it off, I stood naked beside the bed, he lay there, a chubby hairy man, his dick semi hard, I sat in the chair in the room looking at him. I told him to turn over and I looked at him laying there, his chubby hairy ass and legs. I got up and pushed my face between his cheeks as he opened his legs and I stuck my tongue in his anus. My dick got hard again, I got on his back with the help of my hand I placed my dick against his anus, he raised his hips and I penetrated him until my dick was completely inside. I fucked, fucked is the only word I can use, all I wanted to do was fuck and cum.
When it was over I lay on my back. He got up and went to the bathroom and I heard him run the water and he came back with a wet towel and washed off my dick and he washed his ass. He stood there, his chubby hairy frame. Naked at the foot of the bed. I had this urge to kiss him, to dominate him, I sat up and sucked his dick and jerked him off with my hand and he came, I caught most of it with my mouth and pressed his cum between my teeth, I wanted to spit it out but i swallowed it instead.
What had I done? I had just had sex with man, a total stranger, I had fucked him, no condom, nothing. The thoughts of STDs and AIDS started to fill my mind. I got up, got the money for the purse together and paid him and told him he had to leave. When I left the hotel I left the purse there, I took a hired car to the airport and spent the following weeks angsted about the sex. It was six months before I was convinced that I hadn't brought home an STD or AIDS.
It's been over ten years now, and I have ventured out several times meeting up with men. I am careful about condoms and the anxiety never leaves me. I wish I could just let loose like I did that night in Rio but I overthink the sex, it's just sex, blowjobs and if I like the guy enough I will perform anal on him. I just never feel satisfied, it's false not real.
It was eleven that night when there was a knock on the door. I was already in bed and I looked through the peep hole and saw him there holding up the purse I had looked at on the street. I opened the door and invited him in. I went to my wallet and found the money in local currency and when I walked back to him my dick was getting hard, tenting up my boxers. He noticed too. There was a quiet moment, I gave him the money and he held my hand. Without a word spoken he reached and took my dick in his hand. He then knelt and taking my dick out of the fly on my boxers he put my dick in his mouth.
He held my dick with his hand and he put his heart into sucking me, I was hard, harder than I had been in a very long time. With his other hand he was massaging his dick in his pants. I disengaged and stepped back, my heart was beating pretty fast, my dick was rock solid and he was on his knees. At that point I sat on the bed and let him come to me and start sucking my dick again. His hand went up and down over my chest, he had moved up onto the bed and was kissing my nipples and while he worked on my dick with his hand. Overcome by the moment I let him get close to me and we kissed for a long moment. His lips were hot and sweet and wet. My hormones took over and I pushed him onto his back and kissed him reaching for his dick.
He undid his pants and I had his dick in my hand. He pulled his shirt up over his stomach, he had a lot of body hair, I bent over and put his dick in my mouth. He worked his pants off, his legs were thick and hairy and he had abundant pubic hair and I noticed that the hair extended down between his legs, to his ass and back. I sucked him, my first blowjob, and he kept my dick in his hand. At that point, I took my tshirt off and my boxers and he took off his shirt and we were both naked on the bed, kissing and pulling on each other's dicks.
I had to break it off, I stood naked beside the bed, he lay there, a chubby hairy man, his dick semi hard, I sat in the chair in the room looking at him. I told him to turn over and I looked at him laying there, his chubby hairy ass and legs. I got up and pushed my face between his cheeks as he opened his legs and I stuck my tongue in his anus. My dick got hard again, I got on his back with the help of my hand I placed my dick against his anus, he raised his hips and I penetrated him until my dick was completely inside. I fucked, fucked is the only word I can use, all I wanted to do was fuck and cum.
When it was over I lay on my back. He got up and went to the bathroom and I heard him run the water and he came back with a wet towel and washed off my dick and he washed his ass. He stood there, his chubby hairy frame. Naked at the foot of the bed. I had this urge to kiss him, to dominate him, I sat up and sucked his dick and jerked him off with my hand and he came, I caught most of it with my mouth and pressed his cum between my teeth, I wanted to spit it out but i swallowed it instead.
What had I done? I had just had sex with man, a total stranger, I had fucked him, no condom, nothing. The thoughts of STDs and AIDS started to fill my mind. I got up, got the money for the purse together and paid him and told him he had to leave. When I left the hotel I left the purse there, I took a hired car to the airport and spent the following weeks angsted about the sex. It was six months before I was convinced that I hadn't brought home an STD or AIDS.
It's been over ten years now, and I have ventured out several times meeting up with men. I am careful about condoms and the anxiety never leaves me. I wish I could just let loose like I did that night in Rio but I overthink the sex, it's just sex, blowjobs and if I like the guy enough I will perform anal on him. I just never feel satisfied, it's false not real.
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