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It was 9:30pm on a Thursday Night. I had just left a meeting with some business associates in downtown NYC. I was debating taking the Path back home to NJ, or spending some time in the city. I wasn't really hungry, but could use a drink, so I decided to go to a bar. But where? I called my girlfriend, told her I was going to stay in the city for a few more hours, so I wished her a good night, and told her not to wait up for me.
Not only was I in need of a drink, but I was horny as hell. Not horny for pussy, but really wanted to suck a nice big rock hard cock. I'm what you may define as a size queen. As a closeted bi-sexual, it's what I like. I thought of this bar I went to on Christopher St. a few years ago, it was a gay bar, and I was more than certain I could get off. So I flagged a Taxi and headed to the bar.
I walked in, the room was fairly large, with a bar shaped like an oval, in the center was the bartender and all the liquor. The place was relatively quiet, just a few people sitting at the bar, a couple older men singing at the piano to the farther end of the place. Except for the bartender the crowd was really not anything worth looking at, at least not my type. So I said to myself, "fuck it" I'll get a beer and leave. I sat down, ordered a beer, and the bartender a young guy, I say around my age 25 or so, but had smooth dark skin, almost a caramel complexion, most likely from tanning, served me my drink. He was definitely good looking, but very feminine, probably a bottom, so I knew it wouldn't work out. I was about to pay him, but he said the drink was taken care for. I asked who, and he pointed to a man sitting at the opposite end of the bar. The guy he pointed to had to be over 60 years of age. He had a helmet gray-white hair, slightly wrinkled face, yet distinguished looking, he was wearing a dark suit, with a white buttom down shirt and a red tie. He may have been good looking at one time, but right now he seemed to me to be nothing more than an old man, not my type at all. I looked at the old man, smiled, tilted my head in despair, and faintly asked myself, why? Now I was rushing to drink my beer, and leave as quickly as I could, hoping my old man admirer would not want a conversation with me. Maybe buying me a drink was enough to get him off. At least I hoped. And then sure enough, he stood up, made his way around the bar, and sat right next me. He was a tall man, I say about 6'2". His body was average looking, not muscular, but not soft either. He looked firm.
"Is this seat available."
"Yes, please sit." I reluctantly said. What was I supposed to say?
"My name is Harry," the old man said extending his hand.
"I'm Jack."
"Well Jack, how are you."
"Not bad, just tired, thought I'd stop here for a drink, then make my way home."
"You live in New York Jack."
"No, I actually live in New Jersey," I whispered.
"I'm from LA, arrived here yesterday, for a business meeting."
"That's nice."
The pleasantries continued for about five minutes, Harry did most of the talking, and answered yes or no. At some point I thought the old man would get the hint, but he seemed oblivious, or maybe just persistant. All of a sudden, he began to talk about sex, and it was then I was ready to leave.
"You know Jack, I've come to this bar several times in the past, and I can remember there being guys sucking each other, right on top of this bar. How times have changed, and I can't begin to tell you how I'd love a blow job right now." Now the old man gave me this sick looking grin that I immediately, got up, and said abruptly, "I have to go.
Then Harry grabbed my arm forcefully. I was immediately startled, I never thought this old man could have such strength, and then he said to me, "I have a proposition for you, how would you like to make a thousand dollars."
"How" I replied. I love money, so when you over me a proposition where I can make money I'm all ears.
"Jack, come with me to my hotel room, suck my dick, and I'll pay you $1,000."
I said no way, but at the same time I declined, I was debating whether to do it. Hell it's money, money I don't have, but then I'd have to suck this old man little wrinkled weiner. I couldn't, no way. And then the old man said:
"$2,000, no string attached, just suck me off."
"What the hell," I said. And I accepted.
About an hour later, in a taxicab, without a word said between the two of us, we made it to his hotel. I was surprised to see that it was the Plaza Hotel. I figured the guy was wealthy, I mean after all how many men offer $2,000 to a kid at a gay bar for a blowjob. But then again, it was an old man, so anything was possible, at least I thought.
We entered the lobby, and made our way to the elevator, and he hit the penthouse button. Ok the guy definitely had money. Even if his business paid for the trip, the underlings most certainly do not get a penthouse suite at the Plaza Hotel. We exited the elevator and entered his room, and it was magnificent. Marble floors, windows 2 stories high, wet bar, etc. etc. just beautiful. He asked me to wait in the living room area, as he changed, and told me to make myself at home. I walked to the bar, made myself a drink, sat on the couch and waited for him.
Honestly I could not wait for this to end. I just wanted the money. Whatever horny urges I had were gone. You see, I like men my age with big cocks. That's it. This man, I figured could barely get a hard on, so I was dreading the thought of even have to look at his cock, forget sucking it. But $2,000, how could I refuse.
