Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2004 02:29:08 -0400
From: skybolt@canoemail.com
Subject: Suit & Tie Party

I am attracted to businessmen in suits. My ideal is a slim, good looking
businessman type. Being a married man, I have chosen to only have sex with
men when I travel. Consequently, when I can create an opportunity for male
sex, it can be a doozey because I have so much pent up sexual energy. Well,
last night, the stars came together. In fact, as I type this, the starched
fabric of my white shirt is rubbing across my sore nipples making them
sting and I can still taste the cigarette- breath of two guys I kissed
long, hard, and deep. And this makes me smile. THIS IS A TRUE STORY.

What I'm about to share with you started when I saw the following ad posted
on the Message Board section of www.CruisingforSex..com:

Downtown DC Suit & Tie Party
Los Angles & NYC party's where a hot time so?

Hosting a discreet Suit and Tie party at my downtown DC hotel on 9/8.

This is a corporate Prof/exec suit and tie party. No khakis with a dress
shirt, this is for men who like dark power suits with power ties and all ?
white boxers, heavily starched shirts, pocket squares, over the calf socks
etc.

Host-34,6'3,215,Brn/Brn,Hairy,Hung,Big shooter, Size 13 feet. Masc.,
discreet, Clean Cut, Prof/Exec, Frat Type.

So it's masculine, discreet, Prof/exec type, 35-50, BI or Gay, men that are
up for a relaxing time with other exec's. Height/weight semi proportionate
(a tummy is just fine).

Sorry, not attracted to Black or Asian men.

Showoff, lick, suck, whatever anything goes. Just relax and have fun!

Let me know if you want to attend for more info.

If you want to trade pic, I have one to trade.

Thanks, J.

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I had never attended any kind of "party" like this before. I had all kinds
of thoughts run through my mind: Will this be safe? Will I get hurt? Will I
be robbed? Will I be made to perform sex against my will? Will I be raped?
Could it be set up by a couple of thug who prey on any hapless businessman
who flies into their web? And if something bad happens to me, will it cause
my wife to find out I went to a homo sex party (for example, if I had to
file a police report)?

The little head and my big head argued with each other. Guess which won. I
sent the following reply:

Hi, I'm interested in meeting you on Sept 8. I'm MWM, 49 (really), pretty
good looking in a suit, 5'10", 160#, D&D free, discrete. I've never
attended a suit & tie party before. I'll be in DC on Sept. 8 for business,
staying in a hotel near the convention center.  Let me know if you are
interested in me attending.

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He was interested.

I thought I would be really nervous as I approached the hotel. I thought
I'd get the cold shakes. It never happened. But I will tell you that to
avoid a possible mugging (OK, I was a little nervous), I left my watch,
wallet, and wedding ring in my hotel room across town.

When I arrived in the lobby of the party hotel (a big, high class, old line
Washington hotel), I ducked into the men's room to freshen up. It was empty
so I took a couple of minutes to straighten my tie, tuck my starched shirt
in deeper, and comb my hair. As I was leaving, a tall, good looking
executive type entered. I paused a second and asked him the time. It was
6:15pm.  The party started at 6. I headed for the elevator.

I knocked firmly but not loudly on the door. The host opened it with a
smile. John was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He was mid-30s, had a
pleasant face, and he was fat. Also, he was dressed in shorts and a
T-shirt. That was two strikes against him: fat and not in a suit. I
instantly thought of leaving until I looked beyond him. There was one other
man in the room. He was a tall, slender fellow in his late 30's, well
groomed, who looked very handsome in a light colored suit, silk tie,
cufflinks ? the works. He had a wedding ring. He wore expensive shoes. I
stepped in.

The room (ironically) was decorated in all pink. For a couple of minutes,
the three of us made awkward small talk. It was obvious the executive in
the suit (Stewart) and John did not know each other. That helped melt away
my fears. John explained, for the second time, that his luggage was lost by
the airline so he did not have a suit on this trip.

A couple of minutes later, there was a knock at the door. In walked another
executive type. He was tall and well dressed in a dark blue suit, silk tie,
and silk pocket square. He was late 30's. It was the guy in the men's room
I had asked about the time. He recognized me, too. We all laughed and he
said that when he had seen me downstairs he thought, "I'd like to have sex
with you." I assured him the feeling was mutual. His name was Doug.

John, being a good host, had cans of beer and drinks for us, so we
indulged.

Stewart sat on the edge of the bed. I sat in a small chair in front of the
window. John was seated in a chair across the room. I wasn't nervous. I
just didn't know what to do. Doug sat on the bed next to Stewart. Except
for our host, the three of us had never participated in a suit & tie
party. So John related his experiences and how things in Los Angeles and
New Your City started slowly and heated up. At that, Doug reached between
Stewart's legs and lightly squeezed his dick.  Stewart moaned softly. Then
he wrapped his arms around Doug and they kissed passionately.  John and I
watched as they undressed each other. John then walked over to where I
sat. I stood to meet him and he dropped his hand to my crotch. He massaged
my meat through the thin wool of my suit pants. I squeezed his ass and bent
down a bit. I slide my hand up the leg of his shorts.  He did not have any
underwear on and his stiff cock throbbed. We passionately groped each
other. I love to kiss. I slathered kisses on his neck and he moaned in
ecstasy.

The two guys on the bed stripped out of their clothes. John dropped his
shorts. I took off my suit coat and tie. When it came to dick size, the
four of us were about identical at 6 inches and average thickness. We
kissed, groped and sucked each other for a few minutes. It was fun but
tame. But then, just as if what was happening was scripted for a movie, the
plot changed. There was a knock on the door.

In walked a man about 6' tall, lean and muscular, chiseled features, and
with a devilish smile. He exuded confidence and good taste in his dark blue
suit, white shirt, light blue silk tie, and black leather cowboy hat. When
he removed the hat, I guessed he was about 40 years old. He had short dark
hair that was gray at the temples. He looked very handsome in a rugged way,
like the Marlboro Man. We stopped to look him over and introduce
ourselves. He was Martin.

The four of us went back to salivating all over each other. John dropped to
his knees and engulfed my cock. As Martin took off his suit coat he stated
that he "pretty much just tops." The way he said it indicated he liked to
be in charge. He was about to remove his tie when I said, "Come over here
and let me do that for you." He gave me an indifferent look but stepped
close.  While John inhaled my cock, I removed Martin's tie and unbuttoned
his shirt. I always thought I preferred smooth bodies but the swirl of gray
and black hairs on Martin's chest and 6-pack abdomen changed my
thinking. This man was fat-free.

Now, I have to stop right here. Some of you readers are going to think I'm
embellishing this true story by writing awesome things about Martin. Let me
ask you. How often do you personally see a guy who is drop dead gorgeous
according to your tastes? One out of fifty? A hundred? A thousand? They are
rare. Martin was one of those guys. We were all a bit agog over him. He was
used to that.

Martin liked to talk in a friendly, jovial, ?guy's who play poker? sort of
way. He let us know that he almost did not join our party because he had
already been serviced by one of his ?good friends?  who was married and in
town for the day. This good friend was in Washington with his wife in order
to give a speech at a conference. But the guy wanted to suck Martin's dick
so bad he begged him, according to Martin. (Several times he mentioned
enjoying sex with his bisexual ?good friends." I later found out that was
his euphemism for guys he linked up with through the Internet). Something
else I found out (when he pulled off his boxer briefs), Martin was
hung. The guy had a large thick dick and pendulous balls. He said that the
good friend had drained him well and that he was not up to cumming again.

Martin joined the pair feeling each other up on the bed. John soon hopped
on the bed, too.  Stewart got off the bed and walked over to me. He kissed
me hard and then motioned for me to get down on the floor with him. We
rolled around on top of each other for a good while, with lots of kissing
and groping. Doug joined us to mix things up into a nice three way. It was
a blast of free style love. Martin then joined us. And the action heated
up. I could have loved it for a long time except that I would up being on
the bottom with two guys on top. The thought of John (he was fat) getting
on top for a group hug make me rearrange the group.

For the next couple of hours we totally lost ourselves in experiencing each
other. We switched partners and flowed like water between the bed and
floor. I loved the simultaneous sensations of fondling, kissing, embracing,
groping, licking, sucking, ass fingering and wrestling, It was bliss. I
will not go into the details of blow by blow sex acts. For one thing I find
that a bit boring to read.  And, besides, my brain and body was so
electrified from total sensory overload that I can not remember this as
they happened.

One thing I will long remember, though, is that Martin loved rough sex. He
grabbed our chests as if they were tits to hang onto and twisted them. I'm
so thin there isn't much fat behind my nipples.  His aggressive squeezing
hurt. Doug loved it and was in heaven. For me, I had to tell him to tone it
down. Martin also enjoyed massaging our asses and feet roughly. Here is my
take on it: it is like getting fucked in the ass the first time. It hurts
like a son of a bitch. But then it passes a threshold and the pain and
pleasure become synonymous. I didn't dislike the rough sex, but I still had
to tell him to go softer on me. But my new friend Doug, he loved it like
guys who love hot sauce ? the hotter the better.

Stewart and I were the only married ones. The other three said they were bi
(Doug was recently divorced).  Stewart shot his load first. Stewart and
Doug were on the bed as Doug sucked ferociously. John and I were laying
together as I jacked John's dick. Martin stood at the foot of the bed
looking incredibly handsome. I stared at his dick (Another fun fact ? I
never saw Martin erect.  His thick penis stayed flaccid throughout the
party. Like he said, he had already shot a load and wasn't interested in
shooting another.

Stewart shot his load into Doug's mouth. John then coaxed Doug to kiss him
before swallowing ?You have to share!? he said. As he sucked Doug's face
John pumped his own cock vigorously until he exploded into the air with a
copious amount of sperm. Stewart left. Martin roughed massaged Doug's feet
for a long time. Doug's contortions of pleasure were a fireworks display.
Doug then rolled his lips around my stiff dick. He made me tingle like
exploding Christmas bulbs. I was on the verge of cumming when he altered
his technique and I lost the rush. So we switched up a little. I sat up on
the bed with my back against the headboard. Doug lay on his back between my
legs. Martin worked Doug's feet while Doug masturbated.

After Doug came the party drifted apart. We swapped a few stories. But
Stewart had already left.  John had cum and suddenly looked like he wanted
us out of the room. I had peaked with the ?almost cum? feeling and was
content. Martin with his big dick and handsome body stood at the foot of
the bed for a long time as we talked. Martin liked to have his body
admired. That was obvious. Fortunately it was worth admiring.

And with that, we got dressed. I had the sensation we were like a bunch of
guys on a sports team who had just finished another game. We took a few
minutes to wind down with each other and headed home.

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That is the end of the suit & tie party but not the end of the night. I
went back to my hotel across town. I had not cum yet and it was only 9:30
p.m. So I slipped on my swim trunks and headed to the hotel's indoor pool
and fitness center. In the locker room, the only guy there was a slender
but muscular old guy (60's). A couple of guys were weight lifting. No one
was in the pool. I swam a few laps and then decided to sit in the steam
room before heading back to my room.

One wall of the steam room was glass but the steam was so think I could not
see anyone inside.  So it was a mild surprise when I walked in and there
two guys were in there. Both sat on the upper level but on opposite sides
of the room.  Nothing was gong on. This was a dull place. But at least I
could get a restful steam bath.

After a minute one guy got up. As he walked out the door I recognized him
as the old guy.  Visibility was still bad in there but I could tell the
other guy was fat and naked with a towel loosely over his lap. I asked,
?You staying in this hotel??  He was. I asked what his endurance was for a
steam bath (30 min). I remarked, "I've always said a steam bath would be
great if it wasn't so damn hot." He chuckled.  But when I took off my swim
trunks and put them behind my shoulders so I could lean against the hot
tile wall with out getting scorched, I was naked and that apparently made
him uncomfortable. He scooted out fast.

Alone in the steam room, I sat on a towel on the upper level. I put my swim
trunks behind my shoulders and enjoyed leaning back. Nothing covered my
cock. After a minute a trim man walked in. The steam had just let off a
fresh burst so I had difficulty seeing much. But he sat on the upper level,
perpendicular to me. I made some brief small talk about me staying in this
nice hotel. I adjusted my soft cock a time or two. Nothing overt. It was
hard to see in the dim light and steamy air. But I stared straight forward
and looked at him from the corner of my eye. He had pulled aside the towel
that covered his dick. I looked a bit closer and saw that his cock was
flexing. Bingo. I made a couple of comments about how nice the facilities
were. As I did it I tugged on my dick. He pulled on his. There was a long
pause. Then I said, 'that's a nice tool you have."

He whispered 'thanks." And then added, "Yours, too."

Another pause. Then I asked, "Would you like to come up to my room?"

?Yes," he answered readily, and added, ?But it will have to be fast."

I told him my room number. I got out of the steam room fast. I had been in
there too long. We both took showers (separate stalls) and silently changed
into dry clothes. The guy had a well muscled body. But I was surprised to
see that it was the old fellow! I also got a good look at his dick. It was
a 6 incher, which is fine with me. However it was also the thinnest dick I
have ever seen. It wasn't exactly a pencil dick but it was not much bigger
around than a large fountain pen.  Oh well, something is better than
nothing, I thought.

I left the facility first and dawdled in the hall. He joined me and we rode
the elevator to my room on the 10th floor.

Inside, we immediately embraced. He said it was stuff in my room (it was)
so I walked over to adjust the thermostat. In that short time he had his
clothes off and was buck naked. I stripped, too. Because of his taunt body
I asked if he was in the military. He said he used to be. He was no taller
or heavier than me. I stated that I was a bi man on a business trip. He
said he was a gay man just out of a 17 year relationship. He said it was
hard at his age to find someone new. I kneeled on the floor and sucked him
for a minute, then he sucked me. There was no chemistry.  When both of us
were back on our feet, I spun him in front of me so that his back side was
against my front. I reached around his tight abs and grabbed his slender
hot dog sized penis. I lovingly pumped him just as I had pumped John at the
suit & tie party. It was less than a minute before his sperm coated my
fingers.

We both headed for the bathroom sink. Plus he grabbed a towel because he
was concerned about staining the hotel carpet. He cleaned up and
left. "Good luck, fella," were his parting words.

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Now it was 10:35 p.m. I was still jazzed. The fitness center was open until
11. I pulled my swim trunks on and headed down. As it turned out, the place
was empty. There wasn't anyone except the janitor (No, don't even think
that.)

Well, at least I could get a relaxing steam bath before heading upstairs to
beat off and fall into a deep sleep. I again sat up high on a towel and put
my swim trunks behind my shoulders so I could lean back in the steam
room. Of course, I wished for a great guy to enter. But I thought I had
done will already that night with the four other guys at the executive
party (a first for me). And jacking off the old guy with the military body
and skinny dick was something new, too. The odds of another guy entering my
life minutes before the close of the fitness center were thin.

Then a devilish thought entered my head. What if I jacked off in the steam
room? After all, I was stark naked, it was late, and the ideas of beating
off in a public place made me hard. In the hot thick, steamy air, I pumped
my baby-making tool like there was no tomorrow. I usually pump slowly and
tenderly but after the pleasure I derived from martin's rough handling I
wanted to beat my meat. The super hot air filled my body. My head went
light. My dick stood as hard as a metal pole. My sweat dropped off my
body. Anxiety over possibly getting caught by someone walking in (janitor?)
shot me full of adrenaline. As I stroked fast and furious, my eyes pulled
nearly shut. My ass clenched. My whole body tightened. I felt my hot sperm
? hotter than the air around me ?  well burn up through my cock. I help if
back momentarily. Then I let it fly! I shot a thick wad of cum from my
upper level bench onto the hot white ceramic tile on the bench below. Wow!
My body shivered and then felt collapsed. My body was totally drained of
sperm and energy.

As I climbed down from the upper bench, I toweled up my jism. I tossed the
towel in the hamper.  The rest I barely remember because of my exhaustion
but I took a brief shower, dressed, took the elevator back up to ten,
stripped naked, and fell asleep atop the big, thick covers on my bed.

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Gentlemen. Every word is true. Posting my story on Nifty.org is like a
diary for me. I hope you like reading about my infrequent adventures.