MATURE MAN AT THE HOTEL

I'd never hooked up with a guy at a hotel before, and I thought that was weird, because I heard that it happened a lot. I honestly wondered if I was doing something wrong. Then, one night at a nice old distinguished hotel in Chicago, I was drinking a vodka and tonic at the bar around 5 pm with the after work crowd when I guy maybe 5 years older than me (Im 57) asked if he could take the stool next to mine. I said it was fine. His name was Robert and he had a shaved head and dark moustache, and he dressed casually. He had VERY clean finger-nails, for what that's worth, and he smelled nice. He was friendly and we talked about the city. He asked if I'd been out around the town or to any bars, and I and I said that I'd only explored a few parts. When I slipped in mention of the gay neighbourhood, an eyebrow arched. We continued talking in all directions over 4 or 5 drinks and, as the bar got busier, he moved just close enough to me that our legs and thighs were touching. After awhile the place was LOUD, and so he took to speaking into my ear, which made me immediately very hard. Eventually he asked what the rest of the night had in store for me, and I told him that I was a free man, "at least for the next few days," tapping my wedding ring. He laughed, told me he'd heard that one before and squeezed my inner thigh. He told me his room had an amazing view of the skyline, and I asked if I wanted to see it.

We got into the elevator with a few other people and rode to the eighth floor. I followed him to his room, then through the door. There was an open suitcase and a beer on the night table, but it was otherwise clean. He went to the drapes and pulled them all the way apart and told me to come over and check it out. As I stood next to him and looked out, he put his hand on my ass, and massaged it. Then I turned to him and he gave me a light kiss on the lips. I kissed him back. Pretty soon, our clothes were off and we were on the bed, wrestling and necking and getting our hands all over each other. I could tell by the way he always moved under me that he was the bottom here, which was fine with me. I pressed my weight on top of him, and ground against his cock, which was smaller than mine but pretty thick, drooling all over my stomach and groin. I went down on him and then he kind of snaked down the bed and took my cock in his mouth with me kind of kneeling above him. He masturbated and I played with my nipples until I came, pulling out and across his face. He stroked himself off and then we lied together for a moment, saying nothing, but understanding how perfect it had all been-- an immediate sexual and intimate experience.

I think it was me who asked, "What next?" laughing after I said it. He asked if I would fuck him and I asked if I could eat him out first. He groaned in pleasure at my suggestion, but then asked if I wanted to shower first. I love that sort of thing (who doesn't?) so followed him off the bed into the washroom. He ran the shower and we got in there together, soaping everywhere and making out.

When we got back on the bed, I propped up his hole on a pillow and ate him out, getting him very wet. I was massively hard again, too. Leaving the pillow there, I pointed my cock at his ass, lubed both of us up, strapped on a condom. and penetrated my bottom. He was really good at fucking and taking a cock. We fucked for longer than I usually do, in a deep rhythm to the point that I could lay my chest on his and make out with him. After I couldn't hold back any longer, I pulled out, took off my condom and slashed my cum shot across his body. He followed suit, sending a geyser everywhere. We lay side by side on our backs, holding hands and panting. He was bathed in cum, and I wanted to lick some of it off, but i didn't want to ruin the post-coital moment. He thanked me for coming up, and I thanked him for inviting me, and that's the last we saw of each other.