I met a man thru a dating site for men and we met at this busy bar. He was in town on business and was staying at a downtown hotel. We talked and a bit by bit I felt more and more interested in taking it to the next step.
We left the bar, and straight to his hotel, entering thru the parking garage avoiding the lobby.
I sat on the bed while he dropped his pants presenting me with a cock worth all my expectations. He was soon firm and hard and I was loving on his cock and he was humping. It was too much to continue that way I and I quickly got out of my things and he finished undressing and we were on the bed caressing and kissing and getting it on big time. As with many of these encounters I gave it up to him and he enjoyed giving it to me.
We lay on the bed in a dream state and he asked me about my first time. I made something silly up and he said for me to get honest. I told him about my first time, with my next door neighbor, when I sucked him in his room. As to the first time I gave it up, well that was with a Social Science teacher in the 11th grade. He told me about his first time, he was an incoming freshman and an upperclassman taught him all about the birds and the bees in his bedroom. We laughed, the first time, is such a memory. But sucking his cock that night, that is what was important.
I am so much older and I love to make out, kiss and caress, and play dick to dick, and give my friend a good cock sucking. I want him to remember that sex is not about the end, but the beginning, when we first kiss and grab each other’s cock and get all naked. Sure. When it comes to the act itself, a man who really wants to give it to me, to leave his mark inside me, to fuck me, yes that’s important. But that’s the end of the story, not the beginning.
