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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 47
A Double Life, Overseas I'm Gay Mr. Hyde, At Home Straight Dr. Jekyll
I was sitting at an outdoor cafe in a foreign city and this woman walked by and offered herself to me. I didn't bite and she upped her top exposing her tits to me. A woman who was at another table, after the whore left, came over and asked if I liked tits or was I gay, because if I was she could hook me up with a man. I told her that I'm particular, not any man will do. She sat down and said if I told her what I was looking for she was sure she could find the right man for me.
I made up a man, i said older, educated, he needed to be sensual and like to kiss, I needed a man who could keep it up, not go limp halfway through. She said if I wanted a man man, or an obvious man. I asked her what she meant by obvious. She said a man everyone can see is gay, a man man you can't tell. Like you, she said. Then she leaned in and said, tell me the truth, do you like to suck dick? I said I do. And you don't like pussy? I never said that, I replied. For tonight I wan a man man, a man who knows how to fuck.
Well, give me your hotel and room number and go there and wait. I will see what I can do. After waiting an hour and half she said she a man man for me, his name was Diego and he would be by the hotel in 15 minutes in a VW Jetta, white with tinted windows. I asked her how much he charged, and she said that was between he and I. He paid her.
I went down to the entrance, and this white VW Jetta drove up and I went to the door and got in. The man was well dressed, I would say in his late forties, spoke perfect English, said he had lived in Boston. We went to a club where we had a drink, and watched the other gay men there. After a while we went to another club, more action, some of the 'boys' were naked below. You could tickle their penis when you gave them a tip. Or bend over and give them a kiss.
We went back to my hotel room, he knew how to get in though the kitchen and once in the room he asked me if I wanted to kiss. I told him, surprise me, the last thing I wanted to know is that I had been fucked. He was a man's man, he got pussy and aggressive, forced his dick down my throat, I ate cock and he ate cock, and we passionately kissed. By the time he raised himself off of me, pulling out his wet dick, I was satisfied. She had done a good job.
I paid him, gave him a nice tip, and gave him tip money for the lady. I slept like I had passed out.
That is the difference of going overseas, as staying in the US. A man can have a really nice time for a few dollar bills. Male or female, old or young, you pick. I won't be back till next year, my next stop is in a European Capital, where the hunting is real, you just have to know where to go. A blond? A big man? Maybe, I can see myself with a Brewmeister who likes to roll around with a man underneath.
I made up a man, i said older, educated, he needed to be sensual and like to kiss, I needed a man who could keep it up, not go limp halfway through. She said if I wanted a man man, or an obvious man. I asked her what she meant by obvious. She said a man everyone can see is gay, a man man you can't tell. Like you, she said. Then she leaned in and said, tell me the truth, do you like to suck dick? I said I do. And you don't like pussy? I never said that, I replied. For tonight I wan a man man, a man who knows how to fuck.
Well, give me your hotel and room number and go there and wait. I will see what I can do. After waiting an hour and half she said she a man man for me, his name was Diego and he would be by the hotel in 15 minutes in a VW Jetta, white with tinted windows. I asked her how much he charged, and she said that was between he and I. He paid her.
I went down to the entrance, and this white VW Jetta drove up and I went to the door and got in. The man was well dressed, I would say in his late forties, spoke perfect English, said he had lived in Boston. We went to a club where we had a drink, and watched the other gay men there. After a while we went to another club, more action, some of the 'boys' were naked below. You could tickle their penis when you gave them a tip. Or bend over and give them a kiss.
We went back to my hotel room, he knew how to get in though the kitchen and once in the room he asked me if I wanted to kiss. I told him, surprise me, the last thing I wanted to know is that I had been fucked. He was a man's man, he got pussy and aggressive, forced his dick down my throat, I ate cock and he ate cock, and we passionately kissed. By the time he raised himself off of me, pulling out his wet dick, I was satisfied. She had done a good job.
I paid him, gave him a nice tip, and gave him tip money for the lady. I slept like I had passed out.
That is the difference of going overseas, as staying in the US. A man can have a really nice time for a few dollar bills. Male or female, old or young, you pick. I won't be back till next year, my next stop is in a European Capital, where the hunting is real, you just have to know where to go. A blond? A big man? Maybe, I can see myself with a Brewmeister who likes to roll around with a man underneath.
