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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 45
My First Time With Another Man
First I will tell you that it wasn't the first time I walked out into the night with my mind made up that if it happened I would go along. But it hadn't happened. Not until this night.
I was in Buenos Aires, I work for an Airline in Logistics. I was a second class hotel and I was going to be there three days at a training for local employees. I went down to the front desk and asked the clerk if there was someplace close where I could go eat. I could tell he was gay, I have pretty good gaydar. He asked me politely. I took a chance, I told him I wanted to go somewhere where I could meet a man, I was very hungry and I didn't want to be alone that night. He told me that it was against hotel policy to bring guests in. But he also said he was working until one, so maybe he would be busy when I came in.
He gave me the name of this restaurant, he said it was about four blocks away. It had a reputation, for afterwork drinks of gay men. He wished me luck and I walked out. It was the first time I had ever told anyone I was looking for a man.
The restaurant was right where he said it was, it was an Italian place, with a long bar and small tables for two, tucked into private cubicles. There were some men at the bar and one or two in a cubicle. Thee were no women there. I sat at the bar and ordered a local beer with some antipasto. Men came in, many knew each other, other's hung around. Many at the bar, but the bar's stools were full. I sat alone, no one approached me. I was a stranger there, I understood that but I was disappointed.
After an hour a man pushed in to the bar beside excusing himself. He ordered a drink, and then looking at me asked if I needed anything, on him. I ordered wine. We talked, he asked if I was American. He said he was from down south, Comodoro, but in Buenos Aires on business. He suggested that we go find a cubicle where we could talk. The place was packed by then, men of all ages, a couple of young men kissing against the wall.
He had his eye out for a cubicle and saw a couple leave and jumped on it and we sat down. He said he was an engineer and worked for an oil company. I told him I was an engineer and worked for an Airline. We talked, it was easy, he came from a big family and told me stories of getting along with all of his brothers and sisters. I listened, but I also couldn't help but watch the young guys making out, holding the other's dick in his hand.
He touched my hand and asked if I wanted to eat. He knew a place not far away, so we walked. It was also an Italian place, with quiet tables in dark booths. I saw a couple of men in a booth as we walked by, caressing the other man's face. The waiter was gay, effeminate gay, with pants so tight they outlined his dick in his pants. He took our order for drinks and brought a menu and we ordered. I felt his hand against mine, then he put his hand on mine and began to caress it. It felt warm, I liked it and let him.
He excused himself and went to the bathroom. When he came back he leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth before sitting down. Certainly not his first time picking up a guy. We sat on the same side of the booth, our thighs against each other. He caressed my thigh, and when he got his hand up to my crotch he squeezed my dick in my pants. I was nervous, I put my hand on his thigh. We ate quietly, he caressed my hand as we spoke quietly, we had finished our dinner and he put his arm around me and pulled me to him and kissed me again, this time asking me if I was open to going to his hotel with him.
He was staying at one of these weekly places, and we went upstairs. He grabbed my crotch and kissed me, this time with intent. I felt all sorts of things. When he stopped kissing me I wanted him to kiss me some more. He unbuttoned my shirt, and then my pants. I kicked off my shoes and he sat on the sofa and sucked my dick. I was hard, harder than I had ever been. He stood and we kissed again, this time while he held my dick in his hand. He undressed and I grabbed his dick, it was still soft, warm and soft and as I held it and kissed him I felt his dick get hard.
I lost my virginity that night, and when I walked back into my hotel at two a.m. the desk clerk was nice to me and told me that Marcelo told him to make sure I got anything I needed.
I was in Buenos Aires, I work for an Airline in Logistics. I was a second class hotel and I was going to be there three days at a training for local employees. I went down to the front desk and asked the clerk if there was someplace close where I could go eat. I could tell he was gay, I have pretty good gaydar. He asked me politely. I took a chance, I told him I wanted to go somewhere where I could meet a man, I was very hungry and I didn't want to be alone that night. He told me that it was against hotel policy to bring guests in. But he also said he was working until one, so maybe he would be busy when I came in.
He gave me the name of this restaurant, he said it was about four blocks away. It had a reputation, for afterwork drinks of gay men. He wished me luck and I walked out. It was the first time I had ever told anyone I was looking for a man.
The restaurant was right where he said it was, it was an Italian place, with a long bar and small tables for two, tucked into private cubicles. There were some men at the bar and one or two in a cubicle. Thee were no women there. I sat at the bar and ordered a local beer with some antipasto. Men came in, many knew each other, other's hung around. Many at the bar, but the bar's stools were full. I sat alone, no one approached me. I was a stranger there, I understood that but I was disappointed.
After an hour a man pushed in to the bar beside excusing himself. He ordered a drink, and then looking at me asked if I needed anything, on him. I ordered wine. We talked, he asked if I was American. He said he was from down south, Comodoro, but in Buenos Aires on business. He suggested that we go find a cubicle where we could talk. The place was packed by then, men of all ages, a couple of young men kissing against the wall.
He had his eye out for a cubicle and saw a couple leave and jumped on it and we sat down. He said he was an engineer and worked for an oil company. I told him I was an engineer and worked for an Airline. We talked, it was easy, he came from a big family and told me stories of getting along with all of his brothers and sisters. I listened, but I also couldn't help but watch the young guys making out, holding the other's dick in his hand.
He touched my hand and asked if I wanted to eat. He knew a place not far away, so we walked. It was also an Italian place, with quiet tables in dark booths. I saw a couple of men in a booth as we walked by, caressing the other man's face. The waiter was gay, effeminate gay, with pants so tight they outlined his dick in his pants. He took our order for drinks and brought a menu and we ordered. I felt his hand against mine, then he put his hand on mine and began to caress it. It felt warm, I liked it and let him.
He excused himself and went to the bathroom. When he came back he leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth before sitting down. Certainly not his first time picking up a guy. We sat on the same side of the booth, our thighs against each other. He caressed my thigh, and when he got his hand up to my crotch he squeezed my dick in my pants. I was nervous, I put my hand on his thigh. We ate quietly, he caressed my hand as we spoke quietly, we had finished our dinner and he put his arm around me and pulled me to him and kissed me again, this time asking me if I was open to going to his hotel with him.
He was staying at one of these weekly places, and we went upstairs. He grabbed my crotch and kissed me, this time with intent. I felt all sorts of things. When he stopped kissing me I wanted him to kiss me some more. He unbuttoned my shirt, and then my pants. I kicked off my shoes and he sat on the sofa and sucked my dick. I was hard, harder than I had ever been. He stood and we kissed again, this time while he held my dick in his hand. He undressed and I grabbed his dick, it was still soft, warm and soft and as I held it and kissed him I felt his dick get hard.
I lost my virginity that night, and when I walked back into my hotel at two a.m. the desk clerk was nice to me and told me that Marcelo told him to make sure I got anything I needed.
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