When You Come To Terms With Your Place In The Pecking Order

Over the years I traveled extensively. Rio, Dallas, NYC, Amsterdam, Cairo, Singapore, you name it. As Product Line Sales Manager my job required me to see clients and close the sales. I went from being forty to being sixty. I was experienced on the road, and I traveled alone. I did not want company.

The road was my friend, alone in my room I could fantasize. I could parade naked. I could get friendly with a man at the bar. Or just be the man across the street naked in the window. I loved to exhibit myself. It was a passion. If I have to count men, I can't. One day I told myself, who cares. Strangers from airports, or the young clerk at the front desk. Who cares. I got to know the places and neighborhoods where I could go look for company.

My preference is to bottom, but I am accommodating, and younger men usually bottom to older men. Yes, hard cocks are a must, but a long soft kiss is also necessary. A hot shower with a man, lathering my ass crack, or sucking on his nipples. It was in Caracas, before Venezuela went down hill. I was staying at the hotel for businessmen.

It was Sunday and I was out at the pool sunbathing. There was a local, a man in his fifties, strutting around in a speedo. His manhood visible, the speedo was thin fabric. What was he trolling for? I watched. I went to the bathroom, the bathroom doubled as a dressing room. The man came in and looking at me he took off the speedo. Standing naked, salt and pepper hair on the chest, his dick beckoning. I walked over. Said hello and asked how his dick was doing. At that moment I reached and took his dick in my hand. I felt like being forward.

I held his dick while we talked and got closer, well inside our personal space, close enough to smell his breath and want to kiss him. I stood, wanting to go further. He looked at me and asked me where I was from and all that time wasted. He told me he was leaving, he had a lunch he had to go to. I said that was a shame, and I kissed him.

As I turned to leave he asked me if I had lunch plans, why didn't I go with him. I agreed, and we agreed to meet in the lobby in 20 minutes. He was there, dressed with dark glasses, his Porsche waiting for him. On the drive he told me he was retired military, and we were going to man's country house an hour from the city. He drove aggressively, crazy, testing the car against the streets and potholes. When we arrived he was waved in by the guards at the gate.

This was a party. A party for men only. Men in shirts and no pants on. Men sitting naked on the sun deck. Men in the pool sucking on a dick. My friend introduced me. A young guy in a tiny thong brought a beer, his buttocks plain to see when he walked away. I got in a conversation with a banker, a man who suffered from good living. He invited me to make myself comfortable, he owned the house and showed me where I could leave my things in a closet. I walked out with nothing but a shirt on, feeling the breeze as I walked back out by the pool.

Two men in there fifties were in the hot tub kissing. Long kisses, very long kisses. A cabin boy in a thong was on his knees giving a guest a blowjob. Another couple of men where standing naked, each had the other's dick in his hand. I had been invited to a gay men orgy, what was to come still makes me horny. My friend from the pool came over, this time he took my dick in his hand and leaned forward to kiss me. At that party, I was his boyfriend. Fine by me. I like being the boyfriend.

At some point the music got louder, some men were dancing, others kissing, others were already getting ready to climb on each other. I watched, standing beside my friend. He put his hand on my shoulder, then dropped his hand to pat my butt cheek. We went to sit down and he guided me toward his dick to give him a blowjob. I was hungry and he responded. Out of my sight he flagged a cabin boy, who brought him what I thought was sun lotion. I found myself leaning over and he was rubbing lotion all over my butt crack, before his hard dick went to work and he fucked me out there in front of every one.

In the military there are only two kinds of men, those that suck dick, and those that fuck you. I knew my place in the pecking order.