I was in my thirties, and I traveled at that time with the internal audit department. I speak Spanish coming from a Hispanic home and I studied Spanish in college. I got an MBA and got a job in Internal Audit with a multinational. On that trip I was flying Miami to Quito. The company flew us first class. Beside me was an older man, who by his own admission had been around and seen most everything. He brought up the topic of playing around in Quito after hours, he knew of a place where all the girls were Colombian, if I was interested he could take me.
Frankly I wasn’t interested, that sort of thing never interested me. We exchanged hotels and after arrival he made a comment about hooking up for dinner. After checking in and getting ready for my office visit I got a call from him (at that time there were no cell phones) and he insisted on picking me up for dinner at 7:30, he knew just the place and was sure I would enjoy it.
As an auditor you don’t really get along with the office you are auditing, Internal Audit travels for a reason. The day was hard, the office general manager refused to accept that he had a problem in his office. I asked for and got internal papers, all of which were in Spanish. I begged off dinner with the general manager and tried to get back to the hotel to rest before dinner.
I changed into casual attire, shirt and jacket and was ready when my flight friend arrived and we left for dinner. We first went to a club for a drink, the kind of club where it’s darker than necessary. We sat at the end of the bar and had a low key conversation. He said he didn’t believe that a guy my age didn’t have needs he needed satisfied. That was one of the perks of traveling international. No matter what conversation I started he went back to the Colombian girls.
We went to dinner at a steak house, the food was good, it lasted until eleven, and he insisted on going to the place with the Colombian girls. It was alive with expats and obvious money. Nice young Colombian girls. They offered and offered but I wasn’t interested. One girl, quite young, kept showing her tits under her blouse and offered a blowjob on the house. I was put off and after an hour I asked my flight friend that I would get a cab and go back to my hotel.
He took me aside and asked me if the problem was that I didn’t like girls, he knew of a place where the guys hung out, very quiet and secluded. If it was dick I wanted, he would take me. I guess I hesitated a little too long before insisting on going back to the hotel. At the hotel he insisted on coming up to my room, ordered a bottle of Johnny Walker. Before the Johnny Walker came he got down to his underwear and pressed his cock in my face. My heart was racing, in the soft light of the room his cock looked amazing. The moment was interrupted by room service, the man dropped and left quickly. He stood there in front of me totally naked, his cock at attention.
I lay on the bed beside him sucking on him. It is a part of me that I can’t shut down and the more I sucked on him with his hand caressing my thigh and butt cheek, I knew that I wasn’t going to wake up alone. The caresses turned to kissing, and slowly jerking, the jerking got intense as he was ready and I turned on my stomach and he took charge of the moment and mounted. As long as I remember, that moment when a man starts penetrating I loose it and cum under me. He was true to my expectations, he had a lot of experience. By the time he finished I was in the zone of extasy.
This is my problem, I recognize it. I just never got interested in women, no matter how beautiful to look at. A man of the world, heavy and assertive, with a big dick does it for me. I love a cock in my mouth, and a cock up my anus. I love to kiss and be kissed by a man. Never a woman. My job as internal auditor was perfect, I traveled, didn’t have to put up with the office, no one is comfortable. I meet men here and there and now I’m the man with the life experience. I prefer a man my age over some young hard body. Soft lips, hard dick, and initiative.
