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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 60
It Took Long Enough For It To Become A Reality
I got married in my late twenties to a young twenties girl. It was meant to be, said the old ladies. In time she would present me with a son and a daughter. As I got into my forties I lost interest, I just couldn't get close and she got her feelings hurt. I made the money and we stayed married, but the bed was cold.
I travelled then on business and I found that when I was in a hotel room alone I liked to masturbate. And every time I masturbated, I envisioned a man fucking me. Sometimes in the hotels I would look around the room at breakfast to conjure up the man that I would masturbate to. I started to buy porn when I was in Europe, gay porn in Amsterdam and Copenhagen. I masturbated to the pictures, and threw the magazines away before I left for home. On one trip in Copenhagen I wandered into a sex store, bought a dildo, a dick that fit in my hand. The clerk spoke very good English, didn't I think it would go better with some anal butter. Now I could fuck myself.
I carried around a lot of self doubt and felt embarrassed. But I wanted to travel, to get to Caracas, to get naked, to get out that anal butter, to fuck myself in the mirror. And scope out the men at breakfast. It was during that time when I was travelling to South America that we hired this retired Ecuadorean General as a security consultant, and he travelled with me. He was all about going to whore houses. He liked cheap whore houses, and cheap whores. I sat off to the side while he pulled them down into his lap and felt them up, for a dollar. One night, we had been drinking a lot, and he struck out with the whores. Back at the hotel he asked me if I had any liquor. The only thing available was in the minibar. In my hotel room, after making him another drink, he got close to me and kissed me on the mouth. You like dick he told me, this time he spoke Spanish.
He wasn't kidding around, he was all General, whether I liked it or not I was going to suck his dick for him. That I liked it was beside the point. Before I could complain, he had taken off his shirt, shoes and pants. I'm going to fuck you Gringo. I'm going to fuck you Gringo. My pants came off and then my underwear. He sucked my dick, and then he turned me over and licked my butthole. Pick you your ass so I can fuck you. And he fucked me, and I had the biggest ejaculation I can remember. It was a total secret, he fucked me in Bogota, he fucked me in La Paz. In La Paz you could get gay sex on the tv. I sucked his dick every time the opportunity presented itself. It wasn't until we were in Rio that we really got into kissing and making love, instead of just fucking.
Well I was 47 then. He was retired so he was in his fifties. For a sweet several months I travelled and didn't have to masturbate. After my assignment changed to the Far East, I went back to masturbating, except now I had a specific man in mind, and I could relive some of my experiences with him. And I had real life experience, it was easier to lock eyes with man in the breakfast room.
I travelled then on business and I found that when I was in a hotel room alone I liked to masturbate. And every time I masturbated, I envisioned a man fucking me. Sometimes in the hotels I would look around the room at breakfast to conjure up the man that I would masturbate to. I started to buy porn when I was in Europe, gay porn in Amsterdam and Copenhagen. I masturbated to the pictures, and threw the magazines away before I left for home. On one trip in Copenhagen I wandered into a sex store, bought a dildo, a dick that fit in my hand. The clerk spoke very good English, didn't I think it would go better with some anal butter. Now I could fuck myself.
I carried around a lot of self doubt and felt embarrassed. But I wanted to travel, to get to Caracas, to get naked, to get out that anal butter, to fuck myself in the mirror. And scope out the men at breakfast. It was during that time when I was travelling to South America that we hired this retired Ecuadorean General as a security consultant, and he travelled with me. He was all about going to whore houses. He liked cheap whore houses, and cheap whores. I sat off to the side while he pulled them down into his lap and felt them up, for a dollar. One night, we had been drinking a lot, and he struck out with the whores. Back at the hotel he asked me if I had any liquor. The only thing available was in the minibar. In my hotel room, after making him another drink, he got close to me and kissed me on the mouth. You like dick he told me, this time he spoke Spanish.
He wasn't kidding around, he was all General, whether I liked it or not I was going to suck his dick for him. That I liked it was beside the point. Before I could complain, he had taken off his shirt, shoes and pants. I'm going to fuck you Gringo. I'm going to fuck you Gringo. My pants came off and then my underwear. He sucked my dick, and then he turned me over and licked my butthole. Pick you your ass so I can fuck you. And he fucked me, and I had the biggest ejaculation I can remember. It was a total secret, he fucked me in Bogota, he fucked me in La Paz. In La Paz you could get gay sex on the tv. I sucked his dick every time the opportunity presented itself. It wasn't until we were in Rio that we really got into kissing and making love, instead of just fucking.
Well I was 47 then. He was retired so he was in his fifties. For a sweet several months I travelled and didn't have to masturbate. After my assignment changed to the Far East, I went back to masturbating, except now I had a specific man in mind, and I could relive some of my experiences with him. And I had real life experience, it was easier to lock eyes with man in the breakfast room.
