One night to suck a dick

It only happens when I’m really horny. So far….

I really, really want to suck a dick. I have never been with a man, and have never had an issue finding a women to fuck. But out of the blue one day, while watching porn, I just started to notice how nice the guy’s dick was. I started to search out jerk material that featured nice, big dicks on muscular men. I then discovered dick worshiping videos where women lovingly stroked and sucked thick cock, savoring the oozing cum. Gay porn and well-endowed trans women started to become regular parts of my search habits. It was surprisingly hard to find straight porn that focused as much on the cock as it did the tits and ass.

But as soon as I had cum myself, the urge was gone, and a bit of shame would set in. I’d go weeks not thinking about it, but then out of the blue the urge would come back. The problem was, I had a girlfriend and didn’t think of myself as anything but straight, so I felt like I had no way of exploring whatever this urge was. I tried anal play on my own, but after the initial thrill, it just stopped doing it for me. I flirted with the idea of bringing a strap-on into bed, but my girl was just so vanilla. I imagined bags packed and slamming doors if I ever made such a move.

My chance came when I was away from home attending a meeting for work. My company was national so each year a new city was picked to have an all-hands meeting. This year it was to be in New York City. I pretended to not give it much thought, but I knew that this would be my chance to explore things I would not dare in my home town. NYC felt perfect. It’s so huge and dense that feeling like an anonymous person would be easy.

The weeks leading up to the trip were packed with anticipation. I suddenly felt nervous about my body and started working out more feverishly than before. Not that I had a lot to worry about. I had made my body into what I liked to watch. I was muscular with trimmed down body hair that showed off how well-endowed I was. Hell, if I could suck my own dick I would…and I’ve tried.

I scoured the internet for tips on the best spots, reading reviews as if I was picking out what restaurants I wanted to go to. Sadly there was no Michelin rating for cruising spots. I picked a few options, but it felt like they were all seedy joints that had as equal a chance of play as of getting robbed.

The morning of my flight, I kissed my girlfriend goodbye and went to the airport for my flight. Going on work trips always held a special feeling for me and it started in the airport. There was a sense that I was leaving my real life and entering a pretend one. I was no longer tied to anything “real” back home, so all things became possible. Of course, this had never led anywhere. Maybe some flirting or a night in a strip club, but nothing too serious.

My flight was uneventful and by the time I landed in New York, some of my excitement had already started to wear off. Crowded planes, crying babies, fighting for luggage on the carousel line and the back of a dirty cab just aren’t sexy.

I found my hotel, a luxurious building in midtown, and checked in to my room. I got changed, intending to go out, but the courage was gone.

My quest suddenly seemed ridiculous. What was going to happen? I was going to go to some bar or porn shop and find some gross predator looking for someone lost and confused like myself to take advantage of? It would be different if I was in the scene, meeting people, and building trust. Or if I knew what I actually wanted and could have my judgement not clouded by desperation so I could meet some nice guy. But this urgent need to be get into impulsive acts was just going to get me into trouble.

Hopes totally dashed, I didn’t even venture out into the city that night and chose to drink at the hotel bar. I had booked a separate hotel from the rest of my company, assuming I would want even more anonymity. But this just left me now alone. The bar was beautiful, and the drinks were good, but it was relatively empty. A few guys came in and out, but they seemed to be using the bar as a gathering point before heading out to somewhere better.

I was aware though of a tall, leggy, blonde at the other side of the bar who kept looking in my direction. I smiled, but didn’t engage. It’s not that she wasn’t pretty. She had blue eyes that shone across the room, a nice set of small but fat tits squeezed into a pink dress, and high heels that made her calves and thigh muscles show ever so slightly.

But that’s not what I was here for. I had that kind of pussy back home. I think it became clear that I wasn’t in the mood because she eventually got up and left. The thought passed through my mind that she was a call-girl and I got a bit excited. Was that impulsive enough to satisfy this feeling?

No. No. Just leave that alone.

After a bit of the bar, I was feeling tipsy and run down from the day, so I hit the hotel spa and was happy to see that they had a dry sauna. I loved to spend time in a sauna.