I was fortunate, back in the day, to have a job that allowed me to spend 2-3 weeks in the USA every summer, all expenses paid. I had appointments for about 10 days, including weekends, but I could take rest days as I wanted, in between or at the end. I made good use of the spare time for hook-ups with gay men, mainly in New York City. One was especially memorable…
I had a profile on Gaydar and made it clear in advance of my trip that I was looking for fun in the Big Apple. One guy - I’ll call him Bill - seemed especially keen to meet me. We exchanged photos: he was a little older than me, a “silver fox” type - I liked the fact that he looked very respectable, but promised a lot once the door was closed!
This was the deal. He would send a car to my hotel which would take me back to his apartment on the East Side (I later learned it was a VERY expensive, well-to-do neighbourhood!). The driver would hand me a small package: it would contain a single pill, which I should take at a precise time, to the minute. I had a good idea what the pill contained, but was happy not to ask precisely.
The car arrived on time, I took the pill and was whisked away through the streets of Manhattan. I was led to Bill’s apartment, he opened the door and - unexpectedly - I just folded into his arms! I was suddenly very, very happy - ecstatically so. He led me through to his lounge and helped me take my clothes off. He removed his dressing gown and was naked too. Then, in a bit of a daze, I stood while he put a blindfold on me; then he led me, he explained, into his bedroom and onto what seemed a very large bed.
I could feel waves of euphoria sweeping over me, and hands starting to caress my body: it all felt wonderful. I loved what was happening. Bill was whispering erotic thoughts into my ear, and I felt his body and another body close to and on top of mine. It occurred to me that our bodies were sliding effortlessly over one another: the bed must have had a rubber sheet on it and we were covering ourselves in oil. The feeling of a naked male body is always exciting, but a slippery naked male body - well, that is something else!!
I took the blindfold off and discovered that Bill and I had company - in the form of a beautiful body-builder of a man, of colour. His name was Brian. Brian, Bill and I proceeded to kiss, nibble, lick and suck one another. Brian was a big boy, and Bill was quite well-endowed too. They admired my cock - because, as well as being of an acceptable size, I was also uncut! They were both circumcised (which I loved!) but my foreskin was a novelty! Brian’s pubic hair was quite wirey and I loved running my fingers through it.
The pill I had taken made me quite dreamy sometimes, and I awoke from one such phase as Brian was stroking his cock against my arsehole. Drugged as I was, alarm bells rang in my head, and I asked what he was about to do: he said he wanted to fuck me. But I determined he was not planning to use a condom and so - AIDS was rampant by them - I declined. Gentleman that he was, Brian complied with my wishes, and he didn’t penetrate me. I regretted not being fucked by him, but I had to be safe.
Later I was giving Bill the most enthusiastic oral sex, I could feel he was coming to a climax, and suddenly he came! I was hoping for perhaps half a dozen squirts of a creamy load, but instead I found I was taking in mouthful upon mouthful of liquid. I swallowed as much as I could and Bill was clearly most satisfied. I later discovered he’d had prostate trouble and - he said - his orgasm caused him to empty his bladder as well as his balls. I didn’t have a problem with that.
My stamina was beginning to flag, when Brian took me into his mouth and it took him very little time before I was experiencing the ejaculations to end all ejaculations. He took it all, and then he kissed me and shared my cum with me. I was spent, and Bill gently suggested that now was the time for me to return to my hotel, while Brian and he continued their night of fun together. I agreed, and was driven back to my hotel, a little worse for wear but the driver clearly had transported similar passengers in similar states before, and I was well cared for, all the way back to my room.
I slept very well for the rest of that night, and awoke refreshed the following morning. Bill checked on me that I was OK, and I was able to thank him for the most fabulous evening. It was a night to remember: I didn’t experience a “down” the following day as many have in similar circumstances.
I never take illegal drugs in the country where I live, and I am most unlikely to return to the USA ever again. It was a one-off. Bill and I stayed in contact for several months until he told me he was about to marry another man, and felt he should cease contact with me. I respected his wishes. I exchanged messages with Brian once or twice, and it dawned on me that Bill had paid him for his services that night: he was certainly very good value. (Thank you, Bill!)
I had gay sex with other men while I was in the USA both that summer and during other summers, but Bill and Brian will always remain the best experience I had.
And this, dear reader, is all true.
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