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NYC Business Trip

I was on a business trip to New York City. After a long day at work with a high-paying client, I went back to my hotel, had a few before dinner drinks in the bar, and dinner with wine and some after dinner aperitifs. I was a bit tipsy and real horny, so I headed for Times Square. I hit a few book/videostores but got no action going. I decided to walk back to my hotel. On the way I came to a theater advertising porno movies. I bought a ticket, walked through the lobby and into the dark theater, the only light from the flickering images on the screen. Pausing for a moment to let my night vision adjust I saw there were only men in the theater, scattered among the rows of seats. The images on the screen were of a busty woman sucking a cock, taking another one up her cunt, and yet another one in her ass.

I sat on the back row on the right of the theater. Soon the first movie stopped and a new one started. The new movie was all men, not necessarily hunky studs but regular men, sucking cock, licking balls, rimming and being fucked in the ass. As this movie played I noticed in front of me men pairing off or gathering in groups of three. The men were close to each other. From time to time a head would disappear below the level of the seat backs. The head stayed down for some minutes then reappeared. Some times the head of the man or men sitting next to another man would then go below the level of the seat backs. Those guys must be sucking cock I thought. Some men also got up and left their seats, walked up the aisle clutching or rubbing their crotches. Often the men who left had been the ones whose heads had gone down.

Soon I heard the noises of sex in the space behind the last row of seats where I was sitting – slurping, squishing, moaning, mumbled, short phrases, “Yeah,” Umnh,” “Oh yes,” “Suck it,” “Take it deeper,” Yeah, lick them,” “Rim me, baby.”

My cock was hard as an iron bar and oozing pre-cum. I looked around behind me, and sure enough, there were several men behind me. Some were leaning with their backs against the wall, their pants and underwear down, white flesh exposed, hairy bellies, thick thighs. Others were kneeling in front of them, their heads moving back and forth. A pair of guys was facing the back wall; one hands up against the wall, the other behind him thrusting his hips rhythmically. Those guys are sucking, and that pair is fucking, I realized.


Chorus Boys

They were due to open in less than thirty days and still they were several chorus boys short of a full ensemble. Dick Logan, the director of the musical, sat with his assistant and said grimly, “Ross, what are we gonna do, we need at least two more men, where are we gonna find them!?!” “Well, why don’t you ask Mr. Mills if we can just relax the standards on cock size a little bit,” Ross asked hopefully, “I mean does it really make any difference that one cock is a little bigger or smaller that the one next to it!?!” “Ross, what do you take me for,” Dick replied tiredly, “don’t you think I’ve already tried that more than once, in fact yesterday I was begging him to let me use a perfectly fine dancer but since his cock was “only” seven inches long he adamantly refused to even consider him.” “Well,” Ross replied, “we’ve got three more auditions coming in at three this afternoon, I’d say we better say a prayer and cross out fingers.”

At precisely three o’clock the first young man walked onto the stage, and after doing a series of warm up pirouettes, informed Dick and Ross that he was ready to go. Both Dick and Ross looked at one another, and after shrugging their shoulders Dick offered, “What’s your first name, young man!?!” “Uh, Hunt,” he replied a little nervously. “Well, Hunt, would you please hop down here for a moment,” Dick replied, “there’s something we might as well get out of the way first.” The slightly confused young man hopped down off the stage, and after wiping off his face with a towel asked softly, “Yeah, what is it you want to know!?!” “I think you must have heard what our show is about,” asked Ross, “or you wouldn’t have signed up for the audition, am I right!?!” Hunt slowly nodded his head in the affirmative as Ross continued on, “Well, I know this may not seem fair, but our producer insists that all of our chorus boys have eight inch long erections with a minimum diameter of one and a half inches wide.” Hunt stood there impassively while Ross explained the situation, and when he was finished he added, “So, as you can see, even if you’re the greatest dancer in the world if you don’t measure up, you don’t get the job, and one other thing, you will be erect for the entire time you’re on stage so you must have an incredible degree of control over your organ.”


The Uncle

“Clean your plate, Gil,” Uncle Ned admonished his eighteen year old nephew, “we don’t want to waste food, there are starving children all over the world who would give anything for your left overs!” “Yes, Uncle,” Gil dutifully replied, as he scooped up a last bite of mashed potatoes and gravy with a half a slice of rye bread. “That’s a good boy,” he commented, as he cleared away the dinner dishes from the kitchen table, “wash or wipe he asked,” while filling the sink with soapy dishwater!?!” “Uh, wipe,” Gil replied, as he picked up the dish towel while waiting for the first clean dish to be placed in the drip rack. The two of them did the dishes in silence, until when they were about half way through, Uncle Ned nonchalantly mentioned, “I found your magazines when I dusted under your bed today, do you think that those are the type of magazines a boy of your age should be reading!?!” Gil turned a bright shade of red and fumbled to find the proper words to answer his uncle! A bemused smile crept across his face as he watched his nephew twist in the wind, and for the next several minutes he let him stew in his embarrassment until he continued on, “Well, I guess a boy your age would just naturally show an interest in sex, but I’m not to sure that those skin magazines are the best way to go about it.” “Have you ever seen a boy’s erection before,” he asked in all seriousness!?! “No,” he whispered, “I haven’t!” “All done,” he intoned, “as he handed the last glass to Gil for drying, “let’s go into the living room and talk about this a little further!”

The two of them sat down on the sofa and Uncle Ned began by reaching down and picking up one of Gil’s magazines and asking, “Do these pictures excite you,” while flipping through the myriad of pages that displayed naked men?!? Gil couldn’t believe this was happening to him, he was totally mortified that his uncle had found his stash of magazines, but to sit here and have to look at them with him, well it was just too much. He was snapped back to reality when he repeated his question, “Do these pictures excite you!?!” “I don’t know,” he fairly whispered, “I just like looking at them!” “Hmmmmm,” he hummed, “do you get an erection when you see pictures like this one!?!” “Gil stared at the photo of a young man who was lying back on his bed with his legs spread wide apart, which of course offered a perfect view of his young hairy cock! “I’d think a picture like this would give any young man an erection,” he commented, “am I right about that?!?” Gil made an audible gulp and merely nodded his head in the affirmative! “I was sure of it,” he went on, “males are very visual in their sexuality, and a fine young buck like this would give any man an erection, I’d have been shocked if you hadn’t gotten one.” “I want you to do something for me,” he asked seriously, “come over here and stand in front of me!” Gil stood up and took his place in front of his uncle while wondering what he was up to, but in a short few seconds he was about to find out.


Private Compartment

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sands,” the conductor explained, “I know you have a reservation for a private berth, but due to over booking all we have left is a compartment for two.” “Your berth mate is a nice young man, so we hope you can see your way clear to accept these alternate accommodations at no cost to you of course.” The train was about to leave the station and Vic Sands was just finding out that his reservation on the Overland Chief from Chicago to Seattle was not being honored because of some stupid bureaucratic bungling!

He had hoped to spend his travel time alone in his room reading and sleeping, but now that would be quite impossible, so with an obvious look of disgust on his face, Vic grudgingly accepted the conductor’s offer and stowed his luggage in his berth and headed off to the observation car for a drink. After several high balls, Vic began to relax and tried to put the incident with the conductor behind him. It wouldn’t do any good to mope about it, and he was saving a bundle of cash on the deal so why not make the best of a bad situation. The drinks had not only calmed him down, but they also had made him quite drowsy, so after rising to his feet on slightly unsteady legs, he made her way back to his berth for an afternoon nap. Sliding open the compartment door, Vic was surprised to find his traveling partner in their room unpacking his suitcase. The conductor had been right, he appeared to be a very nice young man, whom Vic guessed to be about twenty four or five years old. After stepping into the room, he extended his hand and said, “I’m Vic Sands, I guess we’ll be sharing a compartment together!” The younger man accepted Vic’s hand and replied, “My name is Seth Kilmer, I took the upper berth if that’s okay with you, I had the upper bunk back home and I’m used to sleeping up in the air!” “No problem,” replied Vic, “since I have about twenty years on you, I just as soon not have to climb all the way up there.”


Getting Off Over The Phone

“…now the expiration date,” the operator asked? “Uh, 10-02,” Mark replied nervously, “what happens now?!?” “I will put you on hold for maybe a minute or two and then your “date” will come on the line,” the operator answered, “and thank your for using our service,” and before Mark could get in another word the operator was off the line only to be replaced by some elevator music! “What am I doing,” Mark muttered to himself, “good grief, have I lost my mind,” as he watched the second hand on his office wall sweeping towards the one minute mark! He was just about to hang up the phone when the music stopped abruptly and a smooth male voice asked melodiously, “And who am I on the line with, please?!?” “Uh, my name’s Mark,” he stammered?!? “Have you called before or is this your first time,” the voice asked gently?!? “It’s my first time,” he replied softly, “I’ve never done anything like this in my life.” “Well them we’re going to have to make it a memorable experience,” the voice replied, “and by the way my name is Jack.”

Mark sucked in her breath, not quite sure what was to happen next, but thankfully Jack took over and asked, “So, Mark, is there something specific you had in mind, I mean that you’d like to talk about?!?” “Not really,” he replied, “what ever you want is fine with me!?!” “Oh my, you’re easy to satisfy,” he said with a little laugh, “but just to humor me, if we were going to bed together, what is the first thing you’d want me to do, or you to me for that matter?!?” Mark was now totally embarrassed and stammered, “Well I guess I’d like you to undress me, is that okay?!?” “Mark, I’m here to do your bidding,” he answered gently, “and if you want me to undress you that’s exactly what I’ll do, but first let me tell you what I look like and then you can tell me, okay!?!” “Uh, sure, that sounds good,” he replied, “I guess that we should at least know a little bit about each other, right!?!” “That’s exactly right, Mark,” he replied, “now I hope you weren’t hoping for a man with a small pecker, because whether you like it or not, I have eight and half inches of hard meat between my thighs, you aren’t disappointed are you?!”