For the amount of fantasizing I’d done about it over the years, I couldn’t believe how easy this was. Here in the doorway of my hotel room was a young man with a folded massage table in one hand and my telephone number in the other, about to take my anal virginity, as easily as I write up an insurance contract.

I was in a bit of a daze as we chatted and ordered drinks from room service. When he finally set up his table and asked if I’d like him to strip, I nodded with my heart beating hard in my temples. It had taken courage to say what I really wanted to the guy answering the phone for the massage — but I was sure glad I had.

Here was this Adonis, Chip, standing directly in front of me, and I saw that his cock was large and growing. He slowly stroked it with his hand and I watched,... Read More