A gay sex story: Secrets In Room 403 /*
This story is based on my actual experience.
All characters are over 18 and participating of free will.
As always, your comments and feedback are welcome and desired.
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Turn Around Artist Goes on The Road
I’m Mike. I’m a 48-year-old turnaround expert. I get paid a fortune to step in as interim CEO and turn losing companies into winners. I ensure that my contracts are always similar. I fly in on Sunday afternoon and work at the company until mid-day on Thursday. All my expenses are covered, and I have complete control over my accommodations and air travel.
I had just started a new assignment in a suburb just north of Atlanta called, Buckhead. I had selected the Intercontinental Hotel near Lennox square. After viewing a few of the rooms, I selected room 403. It faced away from the busy streets, and it wasn’t so high in the building that I’d get stuck waiting for the elevator. This would be my regular room during my extended stay in Atlanta.
Next, I found a little Italian restaurant where I could become a regular and lower the likelihood of running into employees. I had learned from experience that if I wanted peace and quiet while I enjoyed dinner, I should stay off the beaten path. I could ask for a regular table and remove the guesswork when I wanted to grab a quick bite.
Finally, and maybe most important, I found a nice little dive bar that served a great martini and asked no questions. The last thing I wanted was for an employee to find their high paid expert liquoring it up on a weeknight.
Getting Underway
I started my first week in mid-May and assumed it would be a 9-month project. I landed in Atlanta, Sunday afternoon around 4pm. By the time I rented the car and checked in it was a little after 5pm. I checked into my hotel room where I switched to casual clothes before heading out for dinner. Atlanta was particularly warm for May, so I wore a pair of dress golf shorts, and a golf shirt.
The Italian restaurant and bar were both a short walk from my hotel, which was ideal. On my first evening, I enjoyed my pasta and then talked to my wife on the phone as I walked to my new favorite dive bar.
My wife and I had been married about 15 years and we were rock solid. She knew I loved my work, and she understood that I would be on the road a lot. We never had an issue with trust one way or the other. She was beautiful and talented and had her own career that kept her just as busy as I was.
We wrapped up our call as I stood outside, then I entered and found a seat at the end of the uncrowded bar.
“You’re new,” the bartender said, smiling as he approached, “where are you from?”
“My names Mike, I’m from New York,” I answered, holding out my hand to shake his.
“Ed here, Mike. Nice to meet you,” he said, as he shook my hand.
Ed had a very comforting southern drawl, that was instantly calming.
“What are you drinking?” Ed asked, “We don’t have any specials right now, in case you were wondering.”
“Tanqueray Martini,” I answered, “As dry as you can make it, with one olive.”
“Coming right up,” Ed commented as he threw his towel over his shoulder and turned to make my cocktail.
I liked my dive bar; just enough people to make watching them interesting, sports on the TV’s, half women, and half men. I sat there for an hour and managed to drink 4 martinis. Feeling the effects, I walked back to my hotel room, it was just 10 p.m., and the booze was making me horny.
I opened my browser to some porn and started watching videos. I had been curious for a while about gay porn, but I was afraid to watch it at home for fear my wife would somehow discover it.
After watching a few gay videos of guys on their knees sucking other guys’ cocks, I got turned on.
“I wonder what it’s like to suck cock,” I thought to myself. “It seems like such a perverted thing to do.”
As I watched a few more videos, my cock became rock hard, and I pulled off my shorts to give myself some relief. I saw an ad for a free site for gay or bi men, so I clicked the link and started looking around. The site let me join using a yahoo email that I made just so I could sign up. I selected the name ‘MasculineAndHorny’. Then, I entered my specifics: 6’3″ tall, 180 pounds, 6.5-inch cock that was cut and shaved. I entered Buckhead as my location. I entered my age as 40, thinking I looked young for my age.
Down the Rabbit Hole
I clicked a link for a list of guys who were nearby and online. When I did, I was shocked by what I saw. Page after page, each with a dozen or more small photos of men’s’ faces, cocks, and asses. I immediately clicked on a picture of a huge black cock; it must have been a foot long. When the profile opened, I read the terse text.
“Single gay top looking for a regular bottom who can host. Serious only, no game players or flakes. Looking now,” the profile read.
I assumed that the ‘bottom’ was the one getting fucked. I also assumed that ‘host’ meant the one who could supply the place. I didn’t know what a game player or a flake was. There were more pictures of the guy’s big dick both soft and hard. I felt completely inadequate and wondered if my wife had been satisfied during our marriage.
I looked at as many pictures as I could, limiting the list to a 5-mile radius. There were dozens of men nearby of every nationality and cock size. More than half of them were bottoms and only a quarter were able to host.
“I can host discretely in my hotel room,” I thought, “this might give me an advantage if I want to find cocks to suck.”
I made a rule that I would only allow myself to suck cocks that were bigger than mine and that I would never let any of them know what kind of work I did. It would be purely a no-strings arrangement.
I started a chat with a white guy who said his cock was 7.5 inches and thick. I looked at his pictures. He was holding his cock next to a TV remote, so I couldn’t really gauge the size, but it was thick for sure.
“Hi,” I entered.
“User typing…,” displayed on the bottom of the screen, indicating he was responding.
“Hey, what are you into?” he answered.
“I’m Mike,” I entered, looking to at least connect to a name.
“Sam here,” the man answered.
“Nice to meet you, Sam,” I answered. “I’m new here, and I’m looking to meet people for fun at night in my hotel room.”
“Hot,” Sam answered, “What kind of fun are you seeking?”
“Don’t laugh, but I’m a straight married guy who is curious about sucking cock,” I answered with shaking hands.
“I love getting sucked man, but it’s too late for me tonight, I work early,” Sam replied.
“Got it,” I answered, “I am here every Sunday night thru Thursday morning. Would any of those evenings work for you?”
“I’ve got to be home by 10 p.m.,” Sam wrote, “So like an 8 p.m. start would be awesome.”
“How about 8 p.m. tomorrow night?” I asked.
“That would be ideal,” Sam answered, “Do you have any pics man?” he asked.
Then, pictures of his cock started popping up in the chat stream. In the first picture, he was holding his hard cock in his open palm. In the second picture, he was gripping his cock after he had just shot a huge load of cum onto a dark surface that looked like a granite countertop.