My friend and I went decided to go to Atlantic City for the weekend. He usually gets free rooms, and this particular weekend he was able to get one at the Water Club. The Water Club is a nice, pretty upscale hotel that is connected to the Borgota, a little off the boardwalk. I have stayed at the Borgota before, and while the rooms are bigger, they aren't as nice as the Water Club.
Days leading up to the trip, my mind was racing with all types of thoughts. I don't really get much sex or action from my wife and I am left watching a lot of online porn and even goofing around in a gay chat program. A number of times when I was in college, I would go to adult video stores and meet up with men to suck cocks, but it was nothing more than experimentation. I am not attracted to men, like I am women, but I do get horny a lot. This particular week I had been thinking about messing around and posting an ad on Craigslist saying that I'd be going to AC for the weekend and staying in the Water Club, if any nice older men wanted to hang out. Only half intending to actually do anything, I received a number of emails from horny and weird men over the next couple of days. Most lived somewhere in AC or were staying somewhere else on the boardwalk. I knew if I was going to hang out with a man, it had to be someone staying in either the Water Club or Borgota. I wasn't going to be able to leave my friend for an extended period of time, and didn't want to venture out and about in AC.
Saturday morning arrives and my friend picks me up for our trip. While I had received a number of emails, I really hadn't gotten anything that was worth talking about. When I checked my email during the drive down, I saw a message from a man who said he was about 47, was white, very nice and understanding and was staying at the Borgota. I figured that this "sounded" perfect, so I decided to email him back. We actually emailed back and forth for most of the morning, talking about what I was thinking and that I was really looking for a super understanding, clean man who maybe just wanted to talk and hang out in his room. This man seemed to fit the bill and told me to let him know when I arrived in AC.
When my friend and I got to the hotel, we checked in and then did a little outlet shopping. By the time we finished, my friend started telling me that he was going to have to crash in the room and take a nap... But he wanted to eat something first. I was hungry too, so we decided to head down to the food court area in the casino that connected the Water Club and the Borgota. When we finished, the plan was for me to go back to the room and relax for awhile, while my friend did some gambling in the casino. I knew my friend was a big gambler, hence the free room, and figured I'd be able to be alone in our room for awhile. We planned to meet back up in the room later on, so we could get changed before dinner.
I went back to the room, plugged my phone in and decided to check my email again. I opened the program and immediately decided to send the man who had been emailing me a message. I told him that I was in AC and that I just had gotten back to my room after some lunch. He asked me if I wanted to hang out, and told me to give him a time when I'd be available. I figured that now was as good a time as any, as my friend was downstairs, so I asked him if now worked. He told me that would be fine, and that we should meet in front of the Borgota entrance. He said he'd be standing in front wearing sneakers, jeans, a red and white polo shirt and he'd be holding his iPhone. He said to come up to him and and say 'Hi Tom.'
After I read the email, I sat for a few minutes about the whole situation and thought about what would probably happen. I convinced myself that we could just talk and relax, and I shouldn't be so nervous. I decided to leave my wallet and my phone in the room and just take my room key. I headed out my hotel room door and took the elevator down to the lobby. When I started walking through the casino in the direction of the Borgota, I tried to keep my eyes straight ahead and not let them wonder too much. I figured that when I got to the area that he'd be standing, I could walk by once or twice and see how I felt... But if I was seen looking around, he'd surely know it was me. When I got to the front of the Borgota entrance area, I saw a man in a red and white polo immediately. He was short, about 5'6 and seemed to be average build. I walked by once without making eye contact and turned around at the corner. I then walked back again to get another look, sort of taking in the whole scene. I stopped again around the corner and decided to go over to a water fountain nearby. I took a drink and splashed a little water in my face to relax myself. I waited about a minute or so and headed back to where the man was standing. As soon as I spotted him, I made eye contact, walked up to him and said "Hi Tom." He smiled, shook my hand and we immediately started walking towards his hotel entrance.
He seemed very nice and non-threatening and we just chatted calmly as if we had casually met in the casino somewhere. We walked over to the elevator bank and entered an empty elevator to the 37th floor. I started getting a little nervous at this point, but Tom didn't say anything too forward, so I just asked what brought him to AC this weekend. He told me he was hear for some gambling and we both chuckled. When we got to his floor, we started walking towards his room... Which happened to be at the end of the hall. I knew as we walked as long as we were, he probably had a suite. My friend had gotten suites before at the Borgota and they were surprisingly large rooms with a huge bathroom. He opened his door and we both entered to a beautiful view of AC. I told him that this room looked like others I had stayed in, but his view was a lot nicer. He then asked if if I wanted him to close the blinds, and I told him I was okay with them open.
He then said: "So, we can just relax and talk for a bit."
That made me feel a bit more relaxed, so I slipped off my sneakers and we sat on the couch, in opposite corners. As soon as he sat down, Tom started rubbing his crotch through his jeans and began asking me about things I thought about and what some of my fantasies were. I thought he had jumped a few levels quicker than I thought he would, but I obliged and told him some things I thought. I told him that I thought about being sexual with men from time to time and that I really only did stuff in video stores. I said I often just resorted to messing around online with men. He then asked what kind of things I thought about doing with men... And I proceeded to tell him that I wanted to be naked with a group of men, servicing them and then having them cum on me. He made a bit of a moan and said that he thought that was good. He told me that I should just relax, that he was married with a wife and kids, but was attracted to men also. We sat for a little while, casually chatting... When I finally got up some courage and asked him if I could kiss him.