Spitting in NYC

I had quite an eventful trip to NYC last week.

On Tuesday, two co-workers and I flew from Dallas to the Big Apple for an intense strategy session with our co-council in a huge case worth almost $1 billion. 

We didn't arrive at our hotel, the Ritz-Carlton in Battery Park, until almost 10:30 p.m.  Despite the fact that I was the newest member of, and most junior associate on the strategy team, and would need to be fresh on Wednesday morning, I decided to hit the town! 

I took a cab to Vlada, supposedly one of the hottest new gay bars in the city. 

It's located in Hell's Kitchen, near the Theater District.  The bar had a good vibe to it, but as it was a Tuesday, it was dead.  

Next, I journeyed to a bad-ass bar/lounge a block away from Vlada named Therapy.  There, I watched some of the best drag shows I've ever seen.  The drag queens at that bar were immensely talented performers and comedians, putting Dallas' divas - who seem to focus less on entertainment, and more on looking good - to complete shame.  Therapy was full of guys, but the cute ones seemed to be on dates. 

As I was on the prowl, I departed, but not before meeting some bartenders. 

I visited a couple more clubs that aren't worth mentioning except for Splash, which is supposedly one of the hippest joints in NYC. 

Like my visit to Splash last year, I was again incredibly disappointed.  There were a couple hot (albeit arrogant) bartenders, but the customers were all either ghetto or just plain scary looking.  Splash has a ridiculous $10 cover (even on weeknights), and doesn't take debit or credit cards.  To make matters worse, the drink prices are out of this world. 

I do not recommend going there. 

That night, I gave my card out to two bartenders, two at Therapy and one at Vlada.  One of the bartenders, who I'll name "Sam," sent me a text message at 1:00 a.m. during my cab ride back to the Ritz.

"Where r u?" He asked.

"Heading to the hotel.  Nice to meet you earlier."  I replied.

"I wanted to meet u for a drink."

"Have to get up early.  Maybe Wed night?" 

"Definitely."

The next morning, I woke up to a beautiful sunrise outside my window, which had a view of the Statue of Liberty and the bay.

After a great breakfast, I spent the rest of the day sitting in a conference room with 5 lawyers and 3 paralegals. 

The meeting was about a very complicated issue - as I've only been on this case for two weeks now, I spent Wednesday and most of Thursday completely lost and frustrated.  The fact that our discussions were very circular and prone to trekking down rabbit trails didn't help. 

Later in the week, when I finally figured out what the hell we were talking about, I literally took over control of the meeting, put a butcher block on the wall with my hand-written agenda, and forced everyone (including attorneys senior to me) to keep on task.  Consequently, Friday was our most productive day, and I received major kudos from my boss, which made my month!

But I delved down my own rabbit trail - the real story happened on Wednesday night. 

After dinner, I met up with Sam (the bartender) back at Therapy Lounge.  Sam had a tight, compact body.  He was about 5'9 with black hair, dark eyes, and nice lips.  He dressed a little alternative, and had an artist's persona about him.  He was 26 years old, but looked about 23.  Very cute.

We talked for 20 minutes, and then he revealed the fact that he had a live-in boyfriend. 

I was not happy, and thought it odd that he'd be meeting a complete stranger for a drink, but leaving the boyfriend at home. 

I didn't blow him off, however, until he had to take a call outside from the boyfriend.

While he was out there, another guy came up to me.  This guy, who I'll call "Brown Jacket," was about 33, taller than me, and from what I could tell, fairly well built.  Not bad looking, but he was definitely no Sam.  He was also in town for business, and was alone. 

After talking for about 10 minutes (where he revealed that he had a boyfriend back in Florida), Brown Jacket tried to kiss me. 

I backed away. 

Then, he asked me to come back to his hotel.  I told him that that wasn't going to happen.  We talked for another 10 minutes, and then I decided I was ready to leave.  He followed me out, and I told him that he could be my wing man if he wanted to, but that nothing would happen between us. 

He agreed.

On the way out, I ran into Sam, who was on the phone with his boyfriend. 

Sam seemed disturbed that I was leaving, and quickly hung up the phone so that he could follow us.  As we were walking, Sam whispered that he wasn't impressed with Brown Jacket, and thought that I should ditch the guy and come with him to Vlada.  I laughed and asked him how the boyfriend was doing.

Later, after I had to fight off Brown Jacket one more time, I left alone for my hotel, a little annoyed and discouraged with the fact that everyone seemed to be trying to cheat on their boyfriends. 

On the way there, I received another text from Sam.

"Where r u?  With that tool?"  He asked.

"No.  Alone.  Cabbing to hotel."

"Can I come?"

Aw shit, I thought.

At this point, I had a serious moral dilemma. 

On the one hand, Sam was really cute.  And I was really horny.

On the other hand, Sam was in a relationship (with a live-in boyfriend, no doubt), and I had to get up early the next day. 

I try to stick by my rule of never messing around with someone who has a boyfriend.  If I'd been sober, it'd been a no-brainer.  I'd simply respond, "No." 

However, alcohol helps us in overcoming moral dilemmas sometimes, and this was no exception.

I gave him directions.

He was waiting in the lobby when I arrived. 

When we got to the room, we didn't waste time with formalities.  He laid back on the white comforter and took off his shirt. 

Six-pack abs, and smooth skin.  His body was hot!

I climbed on top of him and began kissing.  At some point, we both stripped down to our boxers, and he rolled on top of me. 

He liked to kiss hard and rough.  Although Sam had puppy-dog eyes, nothing about him was gentle. 

After he'd kissed me particularly hard once, he pulled back a couple inches, and to my surprise, spit in my mouth. 

Yes, he spit in my mouth.

I looked at him like he was out of his mind.  He stared back at me, completely serious. 

So, I rolled with it. 

I flipped him over and spit back in his mouth.

He loved it, and went absolutely nuts whenever we swapped spit. 

The actual spitting didn't do anything for me, but seeing him get so turned on was hot. 

He gave a phenomenal blow job (complete with lots of spit, of course), and I came in his mouth within a few minutes.  He swallowed part, and spit part onto his stomach. 

We didn't have sex, as neither of us had a condom. 

But it didn't matter. 

The spitting aside, that was one hot hookup. 

P.S.  I never heard back from "Anderson," the investment-banker-Anderson Cooper look-alike.  I was disappointed, but not completely surprised.

Comments

[Steven.]

Booze makes you break the rules? Maybe I should get you drunk to see what happens.

[David]

Next time you are in NYC on Tuesday night, go to B Bar (Bowery and 4th), definitely the best thing going on a Tuesday. Also, you should check out the Ritz, which is a couple blocks south of Vlada on the weekends.

[Jay]

I can't believe he spit in your mouth lol. That's a new take on things.

I do prefer Therapy to Vlada as well actually.

With between the spitting and the cum swallowing, I must wonder how long Sam's going to be living with his bf lol.

[JR]

So you say you spit in his mouth, huh? And it was hot? ... I can see that... Actually, I kinda have the urge to try it now, even though it's not something I ever would have thought would be cool...

Shame on you for breaking the rules, though I'm not saying I wouldn't also have caved for a boy as hot as the one you're describing. Let it be his burden.

Nice post.

[jash]

eh, i had the same moral dilemma in the past and i realize you cant control the morals of others--so if someone hooks up with me and has a BF and i dont know about it, how is it really so different than if i DO know--because either way, i am not the one breaching my moral code to cheat on my bf.

and yes, the ritz in BPC has spectacular views and on clear days when you can see the ocean horizon--its something special.