My Hotel Visitor
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Married Man
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bisexual
At 54 years old I have been past the point of curious and have exercised my desire to be with a man several times. I travel for a living and invite people to my room only when I feel a genuine connection has been made. What you were about to read is my recollection of a connection I had with a younger man in West Texas a few years ago.
When I travel for work I often go online and look for potential men to meet. Most times I don’t as I am very picky but on this particular day a very attractive, well-built late 20 something young man messaged me back. We communicated several times throughout the day which made both of us very interested to meet.
Around 9 PM there was a knock at my hotel door. I had extended the hotel invite and he had excepted and now he was here. When I opened the door I was pleasantly surprised. He was around 6‘4“ tall and a muscular 210 pounds. He entered the room and we sat and small talked for a short period of time. He wanted to be there but he expressed a little anxiety for not having as much experience as I have with men.
After about five minutes I made the first move and took off my shoes and began to disrobe. I might have been his 54-year-old equal but I was not his 27-year-old equal. He was younger and tighter and more muscular despite the fact that I worked out 2 to 3 times a week. As my shirt came off he stood up and began to take his clothes off. We both were settling into a deeper comfortable feeling.
When we were both naked we moved to the bed. We sat down close to each other and I allowed my leg to brush up against his. We were both growing hard with our own touch and the excitement in the air. I reached for his stomach and began to touch his body. He began to relax and allowed his free hand to roam up and down my legs.
As we stroked ourselves we small talked about our experiences. He had a girlfriend who would not approve of his bisexuality. I have been married 26 years and my wife would also not approve of this. I had him lean back against the headboard and I slowly moved my mouth to his now beautiful, thick cock.
I licked his balls and ran my tongue up his shaft as I watched his eyes flutter. I asked him if he was OK and he nodded. I felt his hand move to my shoulder and my mouth opened to take him deep. The velvety head of his beautiful cock felt wonderful on my tongue and I began to bob my head up-and-down on his shaft. I wanted this. I needed this and he did too. His moans let me know my mouth felt good.
We continued like this for a few minutes. There was no rush. We would talk a little and touch a little. He stood up to get a drink from the dresser and I followed him off the bed and knelt before him. As he drank from the water bottle I resumed deep throating his beautiful cock. His hand Instinctively moved to the back of my head. He was very comfortable and began to fuck my mouth like I’m sure he did his girlfriend. I was his bitch. I was his girlfriend tonight. I was his cock sucker and I loved it.
My hands reached around him to his smooth muscular ass and just as he pumped my mouth with his hips my hands gripped his ass. I would occasionally back off when I would gag and would say things like “you like that? You like fucking my throat?“ He would nod or say something hyper sexual letting me know we were right where we needed to be.
We decided to move back to the bed but before we did he stopped me and leaned in for a kiss. Neither of us had a lot of experience kissing men but this was good. His tongue making circles around mine heightened the sexual tension. His mouth and his breath on mine was driving me crazy to the point of ecstasy.
I moved to the bed and proceeded to get on all fours. I asked him if he was comfortable rubbing his cock against my ass and he willingly obliged. His hands were quickly on my waist and his cock was grinding into my ass. I could feel the length and girth of his beautiful cock moving up and down. The heat between our bodies was creating moisture. Sweat. Desire
He leaned forward and the weight of his body pushed me down to the mattress on my stomach. I raised my hips so that my ass was still firmly against his cock. Damn, he felt so good. I felt him reach down and the next thing I know the tip of his cock is pushing into my hole. I always used condoms, or at least that was my commitment, but tonight that would not happen.
The sweat between us created a natural lubricant. He whispered “I want to fuck you“. I whispered in agreement and began To relax so I could receive him. Our only lube was the sweat and desire between us. He pushed and I would relax and suddenly I felt that beautiful thick mushroom tip that had been in my mouth enter my tight hole.
I told him to please move slow and he was gentle in his masculinity. With every inch I would relax he would push deeper. He would pull back and then enter me again. I can’t say that it didn’t hurt because he was very thick but I wanted this despite not using a condom. He was several inches into me when I moaned “Fuck me, stud“. That’s all the motivation he needed. He gripped my hips firmly and repeatedly gave me most of his thick 7 inches.
After a couple of minutes I moved forward and allowed him to slide his still rigid cock out of me. I rolled to my back so I could face him. He leaned down and we began French kissing as he reentered me. He wanted my sex as much as I wanted his. he rode me face to face for a couple of minutes and I could feel his cock growing in size so I pulled him out, primarily for safety reasons, and jacked off his huge cum load on my chest. I was already in a frenzy so I immediately pulled him to me so I could feel his body next to mine as I released my own cum load.
We sat there for a minute panting, enjoying the sexual mess between us. He was now coming down off that orgasmic high and I could see the “what the fuck just happened“ look on his face. This was all new to him and I think fucking a man had just dawned on him. We both cleaned up and he left fairly quickly.
I messaged my stud the next day on my drive home. He was emotionally rattled, as he did not consider himself gay and neither did I, but we did fuck each other the night before. I told him to not be down on himself and wished him well. I’ve never heard from my stud again but if I do I would fuck him again in a heartbeat.
When I travel for work I often go online and look for potential men to meet. Most times I don’t as I am very picky but on this particular day a very attractive, well-built late 20 something young man messaged me back. We communicated several times throughout the day which made both of us very interested to meet.
Around 9 PM there was a knock at my hotel door. I had extended the hotel invite and he had excepted and now he was here. When I opened the door I was pleasantly surprised. He was around 6‘4“ tall and a muscular 210 pounds. He entered the room and we sat and small talked for a short period of time. He wanted to be there but he expressed a little anxiety for not having as much experience as I have with men.
After about five minutes I made the first move and took off my shoes and began to disrobe. I might have been his 54-year-old equal but I was not his 27-year-old equal. He was younger and tighter and more muscular despite the fact that I worked out 2 to 3 times a week. As my shirt came off he stood up and began to take his clothes off. We both were settling into a deeper comfortable feeling.
When we were both naked we moved to the bed. We sat down close to each other and I allowed my leg to brush up against his. We were both growing hard with our own touch and the excitement in the air. I reached for his stomach and began to touch his body. He began to relax and allowed his free hand to roam up and down my legs.
As we stroked ourselves we small talked about our experiences. He had a girlfriend who would not approve of his bisexuality. I have been married 26 years and my wife would also not approve of this. I had him lean back against the headboard and I slowly moved my mouth to his now beautiful, thick cock.
I licked his balls and ran my tongue up his shaft as I watched his eyes flutter. I asked him if he was OK and he nodded. I felt his hand move to my shoulder and my mouth opened to take him deep. The velvety head of his beautiful cock felt wonderful on my tongue and I began to bob my head up-and-down on his shaft. I wanted this. I needed this and he did too. His moans let me know my mouth felt good.
We continued like this for a few minutes. There was no rush. We would talk a little and touch a little. He stood up to get a drink from the dresser and I followed him off the bed and knelt before him. As he drank from the water bottle I resumed deep throating his beautiful cock. His hand Instinctively moved to the back of my head. He was very comfortable and began to fuck my mouth like I’m sure he did his girlfriend. I was his bitch. I was his girlfriend tonight. I was his cock sucker and I loved it.
My hands reached around him to his smooth muscular ass and just as he pumped my mouth with his hips my hands gripped his ass. I would occasionally back off when I would gag and would say things like “you like that? You like fucking my throat?“ He would nod or say something hyper sexual letting me know we were right where we needed to be.
We decided to move back to the bed but before we did he stopped me and leaned in for a kiss. Neither of us had a lot of experience kissing men but this was good. His tongue making circles around mine heightened the sexual tension. His mouth and his breath on mine was driving me crazy to the point of ecstasy.
I moved to the bed and proceeded to get on all fours. I asked him if he was comfortable rubbing his cock against my ass and he willingly obliged. His hands were quickly on my waist and his cock was grinding into my ass. I could feel the length and girth of his beautiful cock moving up and down. The heat between our bodies was creating moisture. Sweat. Desire
He leaned forward and the weight of his body pushed me down to the mattress on my stomach. I raised my hips so that my ass was still firmly against his cock. Damn, he felt so good. I felt him reach down and the next thing I know the tip of his cock is pushing into my hole. I always used condoms, or at least that was my commitment, but tonight that would not happen.
The sweat between us created a natural lubricant. He whispered “I want to fuck you“. I whispered in agreement and began To relax so I could receive him. Our only lube was the sweat and desire between us. He pushed and I would relax and suddenly I felt that beautiful thick mushroom tip that had been in my mouth enter my tight hole.
I told him to please move slow and he was gentle in his masculinity. With every inch I would relax he would push deeper. He would pull back and then enter me again. I can’t say that it didn’t hurt because he was very thick but I wanted this despite not using a condom. He was several inches into me when I moaned “Fuck me, stud“. That’s all the motivation he needed. He gripped my hips firmly and repeatedly gave me most of his thick 7 inches.
After a couple of minutes I moved forward and allowed him to slide his still rigid cock out of me. I rolled to my back so I could face him. He leaned down and we began French kissing as he reentered me. He wanted my sex as much as I wanted his. he rode me face to face for a couple of minutes and I could feel his cock growing in size so I pulled him out, primarily for safety reasons, and jacked off his huge cum load on my chest. I was already in a frenzy so I immediately pulled him to me so I could feel his body next to mine as I released my own cum load.
We sat there for a minute panting, enjoying the sexual mess between us. He was now coming down off that orgasmic high and I could see the “what the fuck just happened“ look on his face. This was all new to him and I think fucking a man had just dawned on him. We both cleaned up and he left fairly quickly.
I messaged my stud the next day on my drive home. He was emotionally rattled, as he did not consider himself gay and neither did I, but we did fuck each other the night before. I told him to not be down on himself and wished him well. I’ve never heard from my stud again but if I do I would fuck him again in a heartbeat.
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