I traveled considerably most of the second half of my career as an inspector of plant equipment. Lonely at night jacking off took me into the bars of the hotels that I was staying at and on that first occasion the bartender asked me if I was looking for anything in particular. The conversation went back and forth and he asked me what room I was in and he told me that he could come over and give me a real blow job.

He did come to the room, I was already in my boxer shorts and he pushed into the room and sat on the bed and asked me to come over and he took my penis and put it in his mouth. He held my penis and told me that getting a guy up to having some fun with another man required him to show me that he could make my penis feel real good and he went back to sucking me.

He got my boxers down and held me by my hips and sucked me. I had an erection like I hadn't had for a very long time. He got up, took off his shoes, pants and boxers and gave me his penis to hold and to get hard and he had me sit down and suck him. It was that easy. Less than five minutes in my room and I was sucking his penis and feeling good about it. That night was all about hand job and blow job, until we both got off and he told me to have a good night.

You have to be brave to approach men in hotel bars. I tried getting conversations started in men's rooms in malls. I tried getting a conversation going with another bartender. Nothing worked. Quite by accident, because there were no hotel rooms closer, I had to stay out by the airport. I picked up a conversation with a man in the bar. We went back to his room and I sucked my second penis. I had my penis sucked for the second time by a man. He knew his stuff and he got me to do some other stuff, he put his arms around me and held my penis to pee. I could feel his hard penis up the crack of my ass. He got behind me and it felt good and he must have felt that I was liking it and we did what I never imagined I would do. I had anal sex with a man at the age of 43.

I figured out that staying at hotels near airports gave me much better results. I started to post on some websites that I would be at such and such airport on such and such a day. I got some hits, but I also got some bad situations. I was looking for someone to have mutual fun, and I was getting hit on by professional guys wanting sex for money. All in all it was a very hit or miss situation, mostly miss, but a couple of good hits.

There is no good formula. I don't want anything near where I live. I have a family to think of. I don't wear my ring, and if asked I tell them I am divorced. I developed an alter ego, another person, with a fake background, easier to talk fiction than get into truth telling when all you want is too hook up and suck a penis.

My hit rate was heavily in favor of sub men, passive men, but I also wanted to meet up with a more aggressive man.

This has been a long trip, fifteen years, there are far more ways to hook up now, to let the other side know what it is that you want. But the hit rate is still low, considering the amount of nights that I spend alone. I did meet Brett in Louisiana, a good old boy, contractor truck driver type, quick smile, and blue eyes, 50 plus, who really liked to role in the hay, who really liked to top, who was willing to get in a shower and pee on my back, who came prepared with the right type of condoms, who knew how to make you want to suck his penis, who knew how to fuck. I want to meet another Brett. That is what I want. I want to go back to Louisiana and have Brett treat me to a great all nighter. I will fly in a day before I have to, so that after we play all night, I don't have to go to work the next morning. Too bad Brett was passing through, if his name is Brett, who knows.