It was very cold and it had already snowed a few inches by the time my flight arrived at Denver International. It was early December, 2013. I had planned to be in the area for 10 days and had meetings scheduled up and down the I-25 Corridor, from metro Denver to as far north as Ft. Collins. I elected to stay at an all-suites hotel in Thornton, which I assumed would provide me easy access to the interstate just in case the weather turned nasty. I also rented a four-wheel-drive SUV for the same reason.
Even though my hotel had an on-site bar, I decided to venture out on my first evening to find a liquor store where I could pick up a few bottles and some snacks to tide me over during my stay. I also stopped off at a pharmacy in the area, where I purchased a box of condoms, some lube and other assorted essentials just in case I got lucky. Being newly-divorced, I always seemed to be super horned-up, so I wanted to be prepared. I had also discovered Craigslist and had re-introduced myself to the world of M-4-M sex. The way I looked at it, worst case scenario was that if I couldn't find any pussy, I would at least likely to be able to find a nice bottom guy who would love the opportunity to blow me hard and take a good fucking. Little did I know that by the end of that trip, I would be the cocksucking bottom desperate for a hard dick to suck and a deep, hard fuck.
Before settling into my room for the night, I decided to grab a drink at the bar and maybe get a sandwich or a burger. It would also give me an opportunity to get a lay of the land and perhaps spot some local talent. You can imagine my disappointment when I walked into the lobby and found the place empty except for one other guy seated all to the way down to the end of the bar, which sat directly across from the registration counter and adjacent to the hotel dining room. I almost opted to step out for a bite, but decided to stay anyway, thinking I'd at least have one drink.
As I eased myself onto one of the empty barstools, a voice called out from inside what I assumed was a small storage/prep room located near the opposite end of the bar. "What can I get started for you?" As I looked over, I could see the bartender peeking out through the doorway. "Um, let me have a JW and soda when you get a sec. Thanks," I said.
"Ok, I'll be right with you," he said. "If you're looking for something to eat, you'll have to order here. The restaurant is already closed, but the kitchen is still open. There should be a menu there just to your left."
"Oh, yeah, thanks," I said. About that time, the other guy finished his drink, fished a couple of bills from his shirt pocket and tossed them next to his empty glass. Then he stood and made his way out of the bar area and over to the elevators.
"By the way, I'm John," the bartender said, again leaning through the doorway. "Give me two more seconds and I'll have that drink for you."
"Sure," I said again. "No worries. I'm not in a hurry." Almost before I could finish my sentence, John had emerged and was reaching for a glass. "Will that be Red or Black?" he asked. "Let's make it Red," I said as I began scanning the menu.
"Will you be staying with us tonight or just passing by?" John said as he placed my drink in front of me. "Oh, I'm staying. I'll be here for the next week or so. By the looks of it, I'm either really late for the dinner rush or early for the night crowd."
"Unfortunately, you're neither," he said. "It's been pretty slow around here lately. We used to have a pretty steady night business, but with the economy being what it is, that's dropped off quite a bit. You hungry?"
"Yeah, I am. What would you recommend?" I asked.
"Well, I'm going to be straight up with you," he said. "Our head cook is gone for the night, but I've been told I make a mean ham and cheese on rye, if that sounds good."
"Actually John, that sounds perfect. Let's do that. And do me a favor and give me a re-fill on the drink too."
"You got it boss," he said as he poured. "It might take me a few minutes, so I'm going to leave the bottle right here next to the counter for you. Feel free to pour another one if I'm not back in time and you get thirsty again. We're a little short-handed, so I'm going to have to put you on the honor system," he said jokingly. "I'll be right back."
To pass the time while John was gone, I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through the Craigslist website to see if I could find anything interesting. I knew I wouldn't find any good women - mostly just over-priced prostitutes - some of whom would undoubtedly be cops - and men pretending to be women, so I immediately went to the M4M Casuals section. It was a little tough since I wasn't that familiar with the area, but there did seem to be at least a few prospects I might want to follow-up on after dinner.
Just about the time I closed the app, I saw John making his way across the room toward me with a plate in one hand and napkin and silverware in the other. "Here you go boss," he said. "One ham and cheese and, watch out for the fries. They're hot. I just got them out of the fryer. Can I get you another drink?"
"How about a beer this time," I said.
"You got it. Let me know how you like the sandwich."
As he poured me a draft, I began eating. "You been working here long?" I asked, doing my best to make a little small talk.
"Yeah, off and on for about 10 years," he said. "I mainly work evenings and weekends, but I used to be here full time. This property used to be independently owned, but about three years ago, the owners sold out and the suits bought it. After they went corporate, I took a day job in Denver. So, I just do this for a little extra income. Plus, it keeps me off the streets at night," he joked.
"That's good. I feel safer knowing that," I laughed. "So, what does a guy have to do to get laid around here?"
"Um, wow. I don't know," John replied. "I guess that's up to the guy and what he's looking for."
After a somewhat brief awkward pause, he added, "There's a strip club back toward Denver a ways. You could always try there. But to be honest, you'd probably just end up back here with a case of blue-balls making shower babies," he said, laughing some more.
I had to chuckle at the shower baby comment.
"Or, if you're really feeling adventurous, there's an adult bookstore about five miles east of here. I've heard they have a private video viewing area where you can go in, put five bucks in the machine and you get 30 minutes of porn. You also might get your pecker sucked if you're willing to stick it through one of the holes in the wall. But don't be surprised if one doesn't get stuck through for you, if you know what I mean?" he said laughing louder.
"Really?" I said, taking a sip of my beer. "I guess that wouldn't be so bad."
"Exactly. I mean, wait... What did you say?"
I quickly cleared my throat. "I said, I guess that wouldn't be so bad. Of course, depending on the situation."
"The situation? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, c'mon. A guy could get lucky. There are a lot of men out there who get off on watching their wives or girlfriends suck other men's cocks. Anyway, what's the worst that could happen? So you might get blown by some horny guy?"
"Another guy? No, thanks. I don't roll that way."
"Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it."
"Wait a minute," John said. "You mean if you were sitting in a booth at a porn shop, you'd stick your dick through a hole and let some strange dude blow you? Or what if some guy stuck his dick through, you'd suck if for him?"
"Maybe. I guess it depends on how horny and drunk I was," I said laughing.
"Fuck! That sounds crazy. Why would you even think about doing something like that? Wouldn't you at least be worried about catching some kind of disease? Not to mention what it would probably taste or smell like. Dude, that's crazy. You mean to tell me, if I pulled out my cock right now, you'd suck it?"
"Well, not right here and now," I said. "But, if you wanted to come up to my room later, yeah, I might take care of it for you."
"You're kidding right?"
"No. Does that surprise you?" I said.
"Yeah, a little," he said. "I mean, no. It surprises me a lot. I've never had another guy just come out and offer to suck my cock."
"Look," I said, leaning onto the bar. "A blow job is a blow job. Right? What difference does it make whether it's a woman or a man sucking your dick. It's going to feel good, you're going to cum, you'll feel great. It's that simple."
"Wow. I guess I don't get it. So, why would somebody want to do that? What would be in it for him?"
"It's kind of hard to explain. Probably for the same reason some women like to give head. Let's just say it's one of life's little guilty pleasures."
"Wow... I guess." After a brief pause, he turned and asked, "So, have you sucked off a lot of guys?"
"No, not really."
