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He looked to be in his early 20’s, maybe. Not much older than that. It was the two of us, and a woman who looked to be in her early 30’s or so in the Westin Hotel weight room. I was here for just three nights on business. I’m far from gay. Married, actually. To my beautiful wife Alyssa for twenty years now. With two children…a Senior and a Junior in High School.

I’ve been into weightlifting since my High School days myself, and always had an appreciation for the male form. Finding myself maybe not “romantically” interested in men…but certainly able to find a big muscly physique to not be too hard on the eyes. And this guy was built. Big shoulders. Abs that I could practically see underneath his Under Armor shirt. And veins like a road map up and down his arms.

The TV was on and he wasn’t wearing headphones so I did my best to strike up a little small talk between sets. “Close one for the Lakers…” I kinda said in his general direction. I knew nothing about sports, really. But I knew enough to know it was close.

“Yeah! We’ll see if they can pull it out…” He said back in my direction. Maybe he was pretty clueless himself. I got another set in and walked back to stand closer to the TV.

“What uh…are you uh…you here for, work?” I asked. Trying to take a stab at anything.

“Yeah, it’s like a…training, type of deal. Sit in a class all day and learn about taxes…” He laughed a little. “But it’s a fun little getaway to Denver so I’m not complaining too much.” He added. “You?”

“Yeah! Not a training though…more like, just….actual work. Consulting a bit on a bid we’re going to put in on a building here downtown.” I tried to stay vague. I didn’t think he’d really want to hear about any of it. And I could see he was turning his head to head back to his bench and get another set. I followed suit.

After we finished our sets we kind of both inched our way towards each other again, meeting between our machines. I motioned with my eyes to the woman behind him. She was dressed in tight little “Aurola” booty shorts and a white workout top. Very fit and so focused on her workout. I didn’t even have to say anything, he knew what I meant just with my eyes.

“Oh yeah.” He said, confidently. And then he got a little closer and lowered his voice, “So hot…”

“How am I supposed to get a workout in?” I said under my breath and laughed a bit. “She’s gotta be…what, ten years your senior?” I asked.

“Probably…I’m 24.” He said. I felt myself tingle a little.

Growing up, since I was quite young, I’d fantasized about much older men. And still to this day, my bisexual experiences remain just that. A fantasy. But I’ve realized I needed to stop making excuses and just go for it. If I get rejected, I get rejected. But I was tired of not finding out if I was into it or not. Now that I’m older though…I’ve found it fun to explore the other side of that fantasy. What if I could find someone younger who had my same thoughts at that age?

“Ten years your junior?” He asked, kind of boldly. I’d always wondered how old I looked.

“Close! 46.” I said, almost a little nervously. It looked like he was about to be done with his workout and I didn’t want to miss my shot. So I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Hey, uh…” I paused for a second. “There was a problem when I checked in…the front desk gave me some coupon for the hotel restaurant…20% off or something, I’m not sure. But both of my meals while I’m here are with the client. You want it?” I offered.

He lit up a bit, “I mean, sure! Why not?” He picked up his water bottle. “Where should I….I mean, do you…”

I thought I knew what he was asking and interrupted him, rudely. “You about done? It’s in the room, we can just go grab it.”

I grabbed my room key and water bottle and we headed to the elevator. I pressed the button for floor 12, while checking the time on my phone. 5:30. I had to be to dinner by 7:00. What was my plan, here? I was at least getting him TO my room. Was I going to ask for his number? All the while, he was trying to make small talk with me in the elevator and I was barely able to think.

The elevator doors opened and I was starting to panic as we were walking down the hallway. My only plan was to change the conversation sexual. Quickly. As we were getting to door I said, “Man, she had a nice ass, huh?” Very directly. I wanted to see how he’d respond.

“Ass man?” He asked.

I nodded, “Oh yeah. I mean…I can appreciate it all, but if we’re picking…absolutely. You?”

“We’re one and the same.” He laughed a little.

I held the key card up to the door and it made the little beep. Pushing it open and he followed behind me. Before I looked for the coupon I pulled out my phone and pulled up a picture of my wife in a black bikini on the beach.

“This is my wife from a couple months ago…” I showed him with a smile. Handing him the phone so he could get a better look. I walked over to the table to slot siteleri grab the coupon and saw him scrolling through the pictures, holding it closer to his face.

“She’s hot..” He said softly. “Lucky man.” But he didn’t stop looking. And I knew what he was about to get to.

“Oh!” He said a little loudly. There it was. Alyssa riding me cowgirl from my perspective. And I loved that he didn’t look away.

“Here’s the coupon..” I handed it to him, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, uh…yeah, thanks. Here’s the…” He didn’t even finish the sentence as he tried to hand the phone back. But I didn’t take it. I actually set the coupon back down on the desk.

“Keep looking.” I said, almost sternly. He looked a little confused but just kind of held the phone back up towards his face in disbelief. Scrolling to the next picture of Alyssa bent over in doggy. My cock half way in her. And onto the next, of her on her knees in front of me with my manhood down her throat.

“She’s good at that…” I said softly, as he stared. “Like the older women, huh?” I asked, boldly.

“I um…yeah, kinda…” He said softly, not wanting to look me in the eye.

It was now or never. I reached over and softly gripped his cock through his shorts. Half expecting him to jump. Or run. Or make any sort of sound at all. But all that happened was that my palm got a handful of what it had always wanted to feel in it. Another man’s hard cock.

I couldn’t stop there though. My fingertips slid up his shorts and underneath the waist band. Down the front. His compression shorts were tight but I slid my left hand down, confidently gripping his manhood in my hand.

“I’d say you definitely like them…” I practically whispered in his ear from behind as I reached around him. I was practically melting. I couldn’t believe I was being so assertive. And he was definitely not going anywhere any time soon. My eagerness might have gotten the better of me as I confidently tugged on his gym shorts. Pulling down both pairs of shorts in one motion. I found myself dropping to my knees quickly, and encouraging him to turn around by gently turning his hips towards me.

I had exactly what I’d always dreamed about. And it seemed too easy to be true. A young, hard cock at my eye level. He was already standing as erect as he could be. Curving up and to the left. He was shaved bald. Not my preference, but it looked good on him. I eyed his beautiful tip for a brief second, but not too long. I didn’t want him to panic and leave. Already with a little shiny precum on it.

I opened wide and leaned forward. Letting out a big moan as I took him all the way to the back of my throat. My lips wrapping around his shaft tightly as I sucked back towards the tip. Leaving a “pop” sound at the end as I came off…like a lolly pop. I did that again. And again. Enjoying every single motion, not rushing a thing.

After a minute or so I took a short break, grabbing his balls gently with my hand. “You’re fucking huge…” I finally told him. I stuck my tongue out. Gripping the base of his cock I smacked the bottom of his tip against my tongue a few times and moaned. I put him all the way back in my mouth. Sucking down to the base and back to the tip slowly…enjoying myself.

Finally taking him out again I jerked him off as I added, “Not to be weird but this is my first time…” I divulged. Honestly. I smiled a bit and added, “Always wanted to, but…”

And then he cut me off, “Me too.” I looked up to see he had finally put the phone down and he was looking down at me now. He reached down with his hand and gently pressed the back of my head forward. I eagerly obliged and opened wide as I resumed my fun.

“Mmm…” I moaned as my lips slid down his shaft again. My hands resting on his hamstrings underneath his buttocks. Pulling him into me gently. I could feel his hips starting thrust. Faster and faster into me.

“Fuck yeah…” I said softly, taking a short break from the sucking. Reaching back to his front now and jerking him off as fast as I could. “So hard…” I teased him as I kept jerking.

“I’m…” He started out. I looked up from below and saw his eyes close. He arched his back a little and I knew very well what was coming.

“Oh yeah? Give it to me.” I wrapped my lips around his cock eagerly.

“You want it?” He asked, toying with me.

“Gimme that fuckin load.” I replied. Eagerly wrapping my lips around him again. Not wanting to miss a drop.

“Ooooomph. Yeah. Take that fuckin load.” He said so assertively. I knew I had about a second. Maybe two.

And there it was. Finally. I felt his shaft starting tense up and pulse. In a split second I felt it go from the base of his shaft to the back of my throat. Warm rope after rope.

“Mmmmm…” I tried to reassure him I was enjoying it. And I truly was. I loved knowing the exact feeling he was having of pure ecstasy. The freedom of unloading in a warm mouth. And I loved that it was mine. It was canlı casino a big load. I just about opened my mouth to show him and saw his whole demeanor change. I quickly swallowed and got up off my knees. He pulled his shorts up and I knew he was regretting this.

“Hey I uh…” He started out.

“Don’t worry about it, I get it.” I reached for the coupon while digging in my bag for one of my business cards. Handing him both at the same time.

“No sweat, really….and here ya go.” I handed it to him without making eye contact. I didn’t want to intimidate him. He didn’t even say goodbye and he was on his way out the door.

The perspective switches to the younger man.

I made my way down the hall in a hurry. Feeling some cum still dripping out of myself as I got to the elevator. What the fuck did I just do? I wasn’t gay. I thought that was all just a fantasy? How was I so easily talked into something like that? My heart was racing and for some reason I felt so much regret. I’d never be able to undo that.

I sat on the edge of my bed just kind of staring for a bit. Replaying the events in my head and how quickly they happened. And how fast I orgasmed. Was I enjoying it *that* much more? Or was it just the situation?

After I changed I headed down to the hotel restaurant to sit at the bar by myself. Thankfully it wasn’t too crowded for a Tuesday night. Starting out with an old fashioned. I zoned out watching America’s Got Talent on mute. I sat there sipping on my first one. Going down so much faster than it should have. I ordered a second as I pulled out my phone to aimlessly browse Instagram.

After my second drink went down I ordered a third and got a burger some sweet potato fries. I figured I needed some sort of food even though I wasn’t too hungry.

As my buzz was really setting in my libido was rising. And I was coming around to the fact that maybe what I’d done wasn’t all that weird. It was good to experiment, right? And staring at the bartenders ass, I was confident I was at the very *least*, still very much into women.

I reached into my pocket and set the coupon, along with this card, on the bar. I didn’t even realize what I was doing, but I swiped over to the text app on my phone and typed in his number.

Sorry to bail there.

There. That was harmless. Just an apology. I feel like he deserved one after….everything he did for me. I didn’t want to be rude. Or at least I was trying to convince myself that was all I wanted deep down.

My burger came just a minute later and my phone lit up at the same time.

No sweat! I get it.

I saw it light up on my lock screen. I was trying to think of what to say when I saw a second text from him come through.

No regrets here. Kind of surreal to be honest…never thought I’d get the chance to do that.

I tingled a bit in my crotch. I loved how mature he was. Both in his age and the fact that he wasn’t upset about anything. So confident and poised. He definitely made me feel some kind of way. I didn’t know what to say but I just kind of started typing.

If it helps, you were good at it… Send.

No complaints here. Send.

I set the phone back down and ate a couple of the fries. Hoping that wasn’t too forward to say. Why was I second guessing everything? And there he was. Fairly quick to respond.

Oh yeah? That’s all the first text said.

Well you weren’t the only one enjoying it.

Ugh. My fries weren’t the only thing hitting the spot. He was so good at knowing just what to say. My third drink was half gone and I was feeling pretty unfiltered.

What are you up to? Send.

That was forward. But so was he.

Oh really? Was all he sent back at first. He waiting a while this time though. Leaving me hanging until he sent,

I’m just walking back from dinner. Should be back in about ten.

Where should I meet you?” He asked.

He didn’t even ask if I wanted to meet. It was just where. He knew.

I’m at the bar actually. In the hotel. I can’t believe I’d just told a man to meet me for another hookup.

The ten minutes took forever to go by. I finished the last half of my third drink and paid the tab. Just waiting for him. Once I saw him make his way through the front I stood up to meet him just outside the restaurant.

“Hey, I uh…saw ya comin.” We did a firm handshake. I think neither of us really knew what to do.

With a low, soft voice he said, “Are you sure? I think it was me that saw you coming…” he quipped back at me.

“Oh god….” I muttered.

He slapped my shoulder and laughed loudly, “Goodness, lighten up!” As we made our way to the elevator.

He told me all about dinner with the client as we were in the elevator. I think he didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t want to hear about it. But silence would’ve been worse. This was so awkward. I couldn’t believe here we were, back in the elevator. Making our way back to that same room. My heart was güvenilir casino pounding. I didn’t even know what we were going to do back in the room. I knew for SURE I did not want to kiss him. I was certainly not into that.

We made it to the room and he went straight into the bathroom, “I gotta pee, make yourself at home.”

Over course I was overthinking everything. Make myself at home? I didn’t want to be sitting on the bed already, that was for sure. I looked out the window until I heard the bathroom door open up. And he came out without pants on, and just a white undershirt. His boxer briefs were black with “POLO” around the waistband.

“Oh! I uh…” I trailed off.

“Come on, get comfy.” He said with a smile on his face. Climbing up onto the bed on top of the comforter. I followed suit and unzipped my jeans. Pulling them off. Leaving my navy blue horizontal striped Bombas boxer briefs on. I was already wearing a t shirt and kept it on like he did. I sat on the bed next to him but not too close.

He started grabbing his bulge through his boxers as he said, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do…” and I wasn’t quite sure what he even meant by that. I was just silent.

“Never even jerked off with another guy?” He asked, boldy. Still fondling himself.

“No, never…” I said honestly.

He reached up to the lamp and turned out the light. Now the only lights on in the room were the one shining in from outside, as the curtains were open. He turned on the TV for some background noise and a little extra light. Some sort of cooking show was on by I obviously wasn’t paying much attention.

“Been curious long?” He asked.

“Yeah, I mean…I guess so, yeah…” I didn’t quite know what to say.

“I was High School age…” He said. “When I realized that sometimes when I jerked off…I was thinking about other guys jerking off.” He sighed a little. “And then it turned into not just what *they* looked like…but…what it would feel like if I did it for ’em.” He added.

There was silence in the room for about ten seconds.

“Sometimes they were guys my age…sometimes they were…neighbors…coaches….ya know. Mature guys…” He kept talking.

“Ever think like that?” He finally asked.

“Oh yeah.” I said honestly. Feeling myself tingle. I was gripping my bulge through my boxers. Playing with it a little but nothing crazy. Unable to believe I was being so honest with him.

“There’s one guy at the gym for sure.” I added.

“Oh?” He asked.

“Yeah…uh, I don’t know…he’s there a lot, and so am I…we don’t really talk too much. But…” I trailed off a bit. “I don’t know, seen him change a few times.” I gulped. I couldn’t believe I added that.

“Oh you have, have you?” He asked. And then his voice got softer and he scooted towards me. I was frozen.

“Big?” He asked.

“Oh yeah.” I said softly. Our voices were whispers at this point.

“You check em out, don’t you? In the lockers?”

“Mmhmm.” I said honestly.

“Good man.” He reassured me. He took another scoot towards me and reached for my right hand. The closest hand to him. He took it and placed it right underneath the waist band of his boxers.

“Go on…” He whispered. I could practically feel my heart beating out of my chest. My finger tips touching the cotton of his boxers. I didn’t know if I should feel him from the outside or just slide my hand in. My fingers inched forward and underneath his fabric. I felt a little hair, not a lot, as I got to the base of his cock, which was already very stiff.

“Good man…” He whispered again.

I was so horny I could feel myself already dripping precum. I was trembling just holding another man’s cock. And I could tell he was huge. In one motion I pulled his boxers down and tucked them under his balls. It was still pretty dark but I could tell he was neatly trimmed. I gripped him at the base and started jerking him off the way I would my own.

“Nice…” He whispered as I kept jerking. He reached over and shoved his hand down my boxers. Not exactly jerking me off, but gripping it firmly and squeezing gently. Just manhandling my cock the way only a man would know how.

All in one motion he pulled his underwear all the way off and got up onto his knees. I followed suit, instinctively taking off my boxers. My cock standing hard at attention. He turned to the left, towards me, and straddled me. One leg on either side of me, facing me. His hard cock pointing right in my face.

“Don’t be shy now…” He said softly.

I eagerly opened wide, and he leaned forward with his hips. Dropping his tip into my warm mouth.

“Yeah….good man…” He whispered as he slid about half way in and then pulled out.

“Mmm…” he moaned. Sliding it back in, half way. And then back out.

“I love watching that go in your mouth…” He whispered. He wasn’t doing it in a degrading manner, either. It was just…hot. So hot. I couldn’t help but jerk myself off while he was slowly fucking my face.

“God you feel good…” He whispered. But it was quite the contrary. He was the one that felt good in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his tip hitting the back of my throat. It was such a turn on knowing how good it felt for him.

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