The Day I Resolved To Find A Man To Have Sex With

Before 9-11, when the Twin Towers stood, I was sent by my company to a weeklong workshop in NYC. We were housed at the Marriott, and attended 'class' in the South Tower. I don't really know why, I was feeling funny, thinking things I shouldn't have. The first night I walked around the area and saw two men kissing. It was NYC, where anything can happen, and that week, I wanted to live out a fantasy or desire. I wanted to kiss a man, to feel what it was like. I wanted a man to be naked with.

In those days, before the internet, the closest you got were magazines. That's what I was walking around looking for. I wanted some some gay magazine, with naked dicks, blowjobs, men kissing. That's what I wanted to masturbate to, alone in my hotel room.

I stopped at a kiosk and looked through the magazines, mostly women. The man asked me if I was looking for something special. I was there, anonymous, so I said 'yeah, I want a gay sex magazine, something to beat off to'. It didn't bother him one bit, he looked behind the displays, other magazines out of the public eye and gave me a couple of dick magazines. I took them both, expensive compared to Playboy.

I masturbated all night. More than ever I wanted to meet a man to kiss with, a man who would give me his dick, a man who wanted to take a virgin boy and make him a gay man. I wanted to be gay. The next night I went back to the kiosk and asked the man if there was a place where an out of town guy could meet someone to hook up with. Preferably a man my age, or older. He knew of a place, and sent me, I had to take the subway to midtown and walk a couple of blocks to an Italian place.

The waiter was very gay, beside me two college age kids were holding hands and leaning over to kiss. In the corner was a man sitting by himself. At the counter a couple of other guys, who slapped each other on the back, touched hands and arms and let their hands rest on their thighs. No women, only men. And the guys next to me were really getting hot in their booth.

The waiter asked me if I wanted something special. I told him I was visiting but maybe he knew of how I could hook up with a man for dinner. I was determined to have a gay experience. He pointed to the man in the corner. He looked older, older than the other men in the restaurant. After the waiter spoke to him, he came over and asked me if I was looking for company.

We went to a small NYC apartment, an efficiency. His first treat was for me to suck his dick for him. I was more than ready and I sucked him as best I could, with visions of the pictures in the magazines. We got undressed and he figured out that I wanted to kiss. He told me that took it to another level. We kissed, or rather he kissed me. While he kissed me he played with my dick. He sucked my dick, and I sucked his dick, and we were completely naked. His body against mine, his warmth, the strength of his arms and hands, and his desire came through. We kissed much more intently.

When he turned me over I turned willingly. He got on me and in a minute and with the help of some slick liquid was deep in me. After he came we talked. He was a salesman for shipping company, he was interested as why a company from Ohio would send it's people to NYC. We had sex again, this time I laid back and he got on me and we had face to face missionary sex. I enjoyed that a lot more and I was able to kiss him.

I got up early, and caught the subway back down to the hotel. Showered and dressed and went to class on time, but my mind wasn't on class. My mind was on having found a man to kiss with. I felt that I should have told him it was my first time ever, but I think he already knew that.