I want to start by saying that all of my stories are purely fictional and in no way should be taken for more than erotic fantasy. Having said that I will say that the characters I write about are real people in my life that I use for inspiration only. Their names and personal details have been altered to protect their true identities.
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My name is Josh and I am a divorced man in my mid-forties. I have a job that requires me to travel all around the country. This incident transpired during a recent trip to New Orleans, Louisiana.
It was the second day of an exhausting business trip. I had sat in meetings all day hoping to finish up my work here. It was Friday and I was hoping to return home to Houston, Texas. Unfortunately this was not the case, resulting in my having to stay over until the following Monday to wrap up the final measures needed to conclude my business there.
I had returned to my hotel for a much-needed shower and some relaxation. Entering my room I opened the door to the mini fridge and helped myself to a cold beer. I turned on the TV to drown out the noise coming from the street below. I was on the second floor with my window offering an excellent view of Bourbon Street and the French Quarter.
Finding nothing I cared to watch on the TV I downed my beer and headed for the shower. While the water was warming up I shed my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror.
At 45 years of age I was still in pretty good physical condition. I run 2 miles at least four times a week. I am 6' tall and weigh in at a respectful 180 lbs. My hair is light brown and not long but definitely not short. Wavy locks hang over my ears almost touching my shoulders. My chest is almost bare with only a small patch of hair right in the middle. Below the waist I shave my cock and balls bare always. My cock is just over seven inches when erect and the girth is just right for most women. I stroked my cock a couple times before stepping into the shower.
The hot spray of the water cascaded over my bare flesh and slowly began to wash away the stress of the day. I turned my back to the spray and lathered up and rinsed my hair. I then soaped my body thoroughly. My hands felt great caressing my body. The slipperiness of the soap on my skin only aided in making my touch awaken my tired body.
As I stood in the shower rubbing my body my cock began to awaken and started to rise up seeking attention. My hand found my shaft and started slowly stroking up and down using the soap as lubricant. I started to moan as my cock got harder.
I used my other hand to caress my balls and tickle my taint. I was really getting into it. The day had been long and I needed some relief. I pushed back and slid a finger into my asshole as I continued stroking my now rigid member. I finger fucked my ass and stroked my shaft. I was just about to cum when I decided maybe hold back and go out to a local bar and see if I could get lucky with a hot lady for the night, maybe the entire weekend.
I dressed casual, as this was after all Bourbon Street. As I made my way out through the front of the hotel I found myself right in the thick of the beginnings of a hopping Friday night party New Orleans style. Many little outlets along the sidewalks allow you to grab a drink and continue to walk and peruse the shops, bars, restaurants, and strip clubs. I stopped at one such outlet and ordered an extra strong Hurricane thinking it would help me catch up with all the other party goers already having fun along the French Quarter.
I walked and drank, stopping a couple of times for a fresh alcoholic beverage. The Hurricanes were going down easily and the stress of the past two days was rapidly relinquishing its hold on my body. I was starting to relax and enjoy myself. I am a people watcher and there is never a shortage of interesting people to watch in New Orleans.
I noticed one particular bar that I had never checked out before seemed to be quite busy so I made my way to the entrance. I paid the five-dollar cover charge and entered the noisy raucous atmosphere of the bustling bar.
I was lucky to find an opening at the bar and squeezed myself into it and ordered a fresh drink once I caught the bartender's attention. Taking a long slow sip from the cold Hurricane I turned to survey the action in the bar, hoping to find an attractive lady just waiting for some one to talk to.
What I noticed as I looked around was that I was smack dab in the middle of a gay bar. Men were dancing with men, women with women and everyone seemed to be supremely enjoying themselves.
My initial reaction was to take my drink and make my way back out to the sidewalk and on to another bar in search of female companionship. Before doing so I noticed one man giving me the look over. It was obvious he knew I had no idea how to act in a gay bar.
Chance, as I was to find out later was his name was really giving me the eye. I turned back to face the bar to hide how nervous he was making me. I figured I would drink down my drink and leave. If I just ignored him he would move on to some one else. Or so I thought.
I felt some one trying to squeeze up to the bar behind me. I tried to move over a bit to allow some extra room but the person moved with me. I felt him pushing himself into my back and my ass. I was sure he was slightly humping into me. I turned and it was Chance. "Hi I am Chance how are you doing tonight," he asked?
Chance was about my height but he was quite a bit more muscular. He no doubt spent a considerable amount of time in the gym. Chance was wearing a black leather vest with no shirt. He also wore tight denim jeans with no belt and white Nike sneakers. His closely cropped blonde hair made his deep blue eyes really stand out in contrast to his deeply tanned skin.