Once upon a time I was in Rio in Brazil on a contract basis. I was staying at this extended stay hotel. Breakfast was available but the other meals I took at nearby restaurants. I frequented this one restaurant, it served plate meals. The waiter was always the same one, Joao, a friendly man. As the days went by he didn't ask me what I wanted, he brought my drink and told me what was good and ordered that for me. He put his hand on my shoulder and whispered things in my ear.

One evening when he put his plate down he left a piece of paper. It had the name of a bar and the address and a time on it, 1:3O am. I nervously put the note in my shirt pocket and as I left he swatted my rear with his hand. I walked around for a while before going back to my room to wait for the appointed hour. I found out that I could walk there in twenty minutes so I left early. At 1:30 I approached the bar and went in. It was crowded, lots of men around, and I stood along the wall getting my eyes used to the darkness.

I felt a hand grab my hand and then an arm around my shoulder, Joao took me to a small table and ordered some beers for us. We sat close to each other and he leaned his shoulder against mine. As my eyes got used to the light, I saw men of all ages talking and drinking, and some were close to each other. From time to time a man leaned over and kissed a man beside him.

Joao went back to the hotel with me, he undressed and smiled at me as he lay back on the bed and patted the bed beside him. He was a bit chubby with very hairy legs and chest and back and his penis was like a great big worm waiting. I undressed slowly, still very nervous about it, before going over to him. He took my penis and put it in his mouth before drawing me down on the bed with him and kissing me on the mouth. My hand went for his penis and I was soon holding his erection.

We kissed for a while, he gave me a rub down, I sucked on his penis before he took some hand cream and got on my back for me to be his boyfriend. I was thirty five that year and it had been twenty years since a man had been on my back like that. It was Nirvana.

For the rest of my assignment I met Joao several times more at the gay bar, and I always went to him for my evening meal. He left little naughty cartoons with me when he served my meal. Always gay scenes, boys sucking and boys fucking and boys kissing. I suppose it was his way of reminding me that I was his boy and I sucked him, and kissed him, and of course he fucked me.