My story
Tom’s Story
Hi, my name’s is Tom. I am a happily married guy in my early 50’s. I am reasonably fit and consider I have a decent body and reasonable normal sex drive although sex had somehow become a routine in my life. My work takes me all over the place, attending and sometimes organising short conferences at various hotel locations. There's something about the anonymity of these places, the often-unexpected luxury of the unknown bedrooms, the often-young sexy staff, and the in-room entertainment - all of that makes each hotel visit to me a bit sexually exciting. Most of the time nothing happens at all, but what I am about to tell you remains burnt in my memory forever.
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I know that some people complain about those large hotel chains, which all look the same on the inside. But I choose them whenever I can. I welcome the fact that there are certain constants. There's one chain that my company tends to use most of the time, I'm pleased to say where I have always been comfortable. And I particularly like them for the dress code of their staff. The girls are always smart, as are the guys. Usually between 18 to 25 and always polite. Oh I should say at this stage that although I am outwardly straight I do sometimes have bi fantasies although they are deeply hidden and not tried since I was a teenager.
My most recent trip has to be one to remember. It was one of the conferences that I was partly responsible for organising. This meant that I was under a lot of pressure, but one of the perks was that the hotel had allocated me a suite with lots of extras. One of the best features was that there was a video player as well as the piped TV channels, so when I eventually got back into my room after a day's work I could relax with a bit of favourite porn on the adult channel. Because it is frequented by all sorts there are also gay and lesbian videos – which I have watched from time to time. One that had a particular influence on me was an older guy indulging in first time sex with a young guy. I saw this on the first night and being honest I think it preyed on my mind it was so horny. I have to admit having a couple of wanks on the strength of it.
Since arriving at the hotel I had noticed a young guy who sometimes worked in reception. His name was Tim, and I guess he was 18 or 19. He had medium long blonde hair, and wonderfully smooth, pale skin. His uniform was not unlike that worn by the waiters - black trousers white shirt with a company tie, and a kind of tight-fitting half-jacket. He was always very smart. (In fact he looked a bit like the young guy in the video!) During my stay I had also noticed that he was into fitness and on more than one occasion I had seen him returning from a run dressed in brief running shorts and a singlet. When on reception he managed to mix politeness with friendliness and had genuine natural charm, not something that can be taught. And, of course, he was a stunner, a really good-looking young guy. I could not keep my eyes off him particularly when he had returned from a run looking all hot (I could see him from my window as he ran back). It was not long before he spotted that I always seemed to be looking in his direction. I also noticed that he usually blushed and look a bit flustered when I looked his way. (I hoped he hadn’t noticed!)
As I was staying in the hotel for about a week, I had a good chance to watch him returning from his regular run. He always looked so good particularly in his shiny sprint shorts and silky singlet. His shorts were just tight enough for me to imagine what was underneath! (I do have a thing about satin and shiny sports wear)
Anyway something happened on the third day. I was responsible for setting-up for one of the seminar presentations for the afternoon session, and I was just doing some last-minute checks in the conference room. I always make a point of trying out any special equipment - overhead projectors, PowerPoint facility and so on - and I was angry to find that two of the overhead light bulbs in the room had failed. Not a big problem, sure, but unnecessary. It shouldn't happen. The hotel should have checked details like that, and got them right. We were paying them enough for these seminar rooms after all. I immediately headed for reception to bite someone's head off. There was no duty manager around at that moment, but one of the female receptionists seemed to have been left in charge. I immediately let her know how unhappy I was and I made clear that I was not happy and that I wanted the bulbs replacing immediately (there was only about 10 minutes before the seminar was due to start). She said she would see if she could get someone to sort it out
I went back to the conference room quite annoyed and waited for someone. To my surprise the young guy turned up. He told me his name was Tim. He was wearing his running gear and explained he was just going off duty when he got the call but he guessed how important it was hence he was out of uniform. He asked if I minded him dressed that way. I loved it but didn’t say anything but – “That’s OK”. He took control of the situation at once, apologised profusely, and undertook to get the bulbs himself from the store and make the change. He went away for a short time and returned with the bulbs and a ladder. He climbed the ladder and the top half of his disappeared into a small trap door whilst he sorted out the bulbs. Whilst he could not see me I took a good look at him in his satin shorts, his fascinating bulge – very sexy! I was semi hard just gazing at his bulge encased in his shorts as he stretched upwards. I had just turned my back when I heard a shout. I turned around to see the ladder had fallen and Tim’s legs were dangling from the trap door. “Help” – he shouted. I rushed to get the ladder but he was falling so I took hold of his legs. I grabbed his legs so he was facing me and he sort of slowly slid down in my arms but not before I had held his cute satin clad bum in my hands and also pressed my face into the bulge in the front of his shorts as I let him down. He slid slowly down to the floor held onto by me. He came to a standstill as we stood face to face. His satin bulge against my increasing hard on. Had he felt it? I went bright red – so did he!
After this initial embarrassment he just sort of smiled and said thanks – I owe you one. There was something about that smile and what he said! There was no time for anything more. I could hear conference delegates approaching down the corridor, so I thanked Tim profusely. `Not at all, sir. If there's anything you need during your stay, do contact me. I'm on night duty this week, so if there's anything at all, call me.' He turned to go, but then said, over his shoulder. `I really mean it - anything. If anything needs attention in your room, perhaps - however late.' Then he was gone.
Was it so obvious that I fancied him and was he responding? I had never been in a situation like this before, what would I do if he came to my room – what was I thinking about - a married guy in my 50’s?
All through the afternoon session I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said they way he looked at me and how he had said it. Perhaps it was entirely innocent. Perhaps I was jumping to the wrong conclusions. But how could I be? I found it impossible to concentrate on the seminar presentation, and began to fantasise about what might happen if he came to my room. My cock began to stiffen and I discreetly had to adjust myself to let it rise within my tightening underwear. God, I needed a wank badly, that much I knew. All afternoon I sat through the interminable presentation, allowing my imagination to create all kinds of fantastic scenarios.
The presentation finished about four and I discovered that I needed some materials from the nearby town for my presentation the following day so I got in my car and set out. There was just time to get to the computer show before they closed. On the way back I could see someone sitting under a tree looking a little distressed. I stopped the car – it was Tim! He had turned his ankle whilst running and was finding it difficult to continue. I got out of my car and helped him up. He looked very vulnerable. He was holding one foot off the floor so he had to hold on to me for support. He put an arm around my neck and I put an arm around his waist. In doing so I could feel his thigh under the slippery satin material of his shorts. I couldn’t resist the urge to surreptitiously stroke his thigh through the material whilst talking to him – trying to make it look as natural as possible. Could it be that he was getting hard as I did it. I was afraid to look but I’m sure that I could see a ridge start to form in his flimsy shorts. Before we set off back – he said in a very embarrassed way that he wanted to pee but couldn’t stand up properly so could I support him as he took one. Naturally I said yes. I helped him to a tree and he took his cock out from his shorts and started to pee. I tried not to look but couldn’t resist a quick peep. Although I couldn’t see much I did see what I considered to be a very cute cock. He was very embarrassed about the whole thing and said he hoped that I wasn’t offended. I told him it was ok but seeing him like that really made me very hard (in fact harder than I had felt for some time)
As I drove him back to the hotel I pretended nothing had happened and we chatted about running. However, I could not forget seeing his cute appendage. As a conversation piece I also asked if he had a girl. He said no – I said I was very surprised, as he was a very good-looking guy. He said he had just not met the right one yet. Did I see the ridge in his shorts become larger and more defined? I needed to concentrate on my driving.
We got back to the hotel and I helped him out of the car, supporting him as before but this time not stroking his leg, as there were people around. I got him into the hotel and another member of staff helped him into the staff section. She said that an ice pack would probably help the swelling. (I hoped she hadn’t seen the other swelling which by now was starting to subside.) Tim smiled at me and thanked me again for my help – “Don’t forget,” he said, – I’m on duty later and if I can help in any way!”
I returned to my room and had a shower after which I lay on my bed to relax and think yet again about my exchanges with Tim, especially the last one. I had showered and changed, and laid back on the soft double bed wearing a red satin tanga brief I had got from bodyaware (I always wear their stuff). It felt good, and although I had half a mind to get a good wank in before the evening's possible encounter, it was good just to feel my cock resting comfortably in the soft satin pouch.
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I must have dozed off, because a noise down the corridor brought me to with a start. I glanced at my watch. Time to change and prepare for the evening. I decided to wear an open-necked white polo shirt and pale blue jeans.
Time to eat. I headed down to the hotel restaurant and had something quick. There was no sign of Tim perhaps he had been sent home after his accident. As I left the restaurant, I was relieved to see him at the reception desk. He smiled broadly and I waved to him mouthing are you OK. He nodded and, yes, there was the regulation blush.
I was going to say something else to him but got distracted by one of the afternoon’s delegates who was passing. When I turned around I noticed it was about 11 o’clock and he was gone. Damn it! I thought and went straight back to my room. After a few minutes kicking myself I decided to ring down for room service on some pretext. I decided that I needed some more shower gel so I called reception on my phone. To my disappointment a girl answered. I told her what I wanted and she said she would inform housekeeping. Damn it again I thought – missed your chance again and I cursed my distraction. I was really pissed off. The first chance I had had to explore my bi side after so many years and I had blown it. About a minute later the phone went again – this time it was a male voice that asked if I needed anything else. I didn’t realise at first who it was until he said that he was on duty and would deliver the gel. It was Tim!
My mind was in a turmoil – was something actually going to happen? I had fantasised about something like this for ages but I couldn’t believe what seemed to be developing - could I handle it?
I had hardly put the phone down before there was the lightest of knocks on the door, and then the handle turned and Tim limped in and shut the door behind him. I caught my breath. He was in a silky black tee-shirt and was wearing black tracksuit bottoms. God, he was a dream. He smiled and walked towards me, and I went to meet him. He said, “Thank you for doing what you did this afternoon I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along.” I said it was the least I could do. He said “I’m glad it was you that came along and I knew what you wanted as soon as you looked at me but I guessed you might be afraid to go any further. He paused and said “So here I am”.
I was speechless and he knew it. I went bright red – he just smiled.
“I don’t know what to do with a guy”, I said. He said “It’ll come easy if you think it was your first time with a girl – Imagine I’m a girl and let it go from there”.
In the middle of the room we closed together. He moved right into me, and he kissed me! He initiated it! Long, and tenderly, and with real pleasure he kissed me slipping his tongue in my mouth. He tasted so fresh. I responded just as eagerly! His mouth tastes of mint and was really soft. I never thought I could ever do this with a guy. We explored each other’s mouths and then his head fell back, and I kissed his soft throat, smooth and fresh. The gentlest murmuring started up in his throat, and I was excited at his vulnerability. He seemed to be giving himself so willingly, and wanted to enter fully into the fantasy situation that we were spinning for ourselves.
At his suggestion I slipped my left hand down to his waist, and lightly under the front of the tee shirt. I slid upwards, and reached his soft, warm belly, and lightly caressed him there, loving the warmth and the smoothness of him, the silky fabric of his shirt skimming the back of my knuckles. Then I travelled on upwards, and my fingers met his now stiff nipples. He felt so good. Firm, not muscular but hard and tough. And there was not a hair on him - he was so smooth and silky. God what was I doing? I had often dreamed about something like this but never thought it might really happen!
I glanced downwards, and there seemed to be fullness in his tracksuit bottoms. I needed so badly to touch him, yet it was years since I had touched another guys cock and then only for a couple of seconds when I was only about 15. My left hand was trembling as it came back downwards from his chest, down to the waistband of the tracksuit, and very lightly I tugged at the front to give myself ease of access. I slipped my hand downwards, inside, not far at all, and immediately made contact with shiny material - shorts, nylon or satin, and I could see the top of the waist band peeking out - white, and so very tempting. `Oh God' I murmured. `That's so sexy”
“Mmm, would you like to see me in my shorts?” he sort of whispered hoarsely, “Help me get these trackies off”.
I didn't need a second invitation. I tugged hard at his tracksuit bottoms, and they came down his legs, exposing the brilliant white of his shiny satin shorts. And yes, they were definitely slippery and sexy and hugging his crutch temptingly. I touched them at the front, and met the resistance of his burgeoning young cock pressing through, and I started to push and rub him there, delighted by the size and hardness of the young man. His cock pressed into my hand, sheathed in the warm slippery material, and I gripped him gently through the cloth. His length filled my hand, and I gave a few preparatory wanking strokes, and he moaned in his throat and his eyes started to close in ecstasy.
The cock felt so good, hot and hard in his shorts. I couldn’t believe it - I was actually wanking off an 18-year-old in his running kit – the stuff my fantasies were made of.
As I gripped the his cock through the shorts, he instinctively moved with me, thrusting in and out gently to work up a friction so that his hard on tingled as the white nylon moved over the stretched skin. He seemed used to this, which fascinated me. I hoped he was practised in holding back, as I didn't want him to cum for a while longer. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could before the explosion that I was sure would be quite something.
My own erection needed some attention soon, but I wasn't at all certain whether I would be able to rely on Tim to help me out. I remembered when I was his age and when I was lost in my own pleasure I was not interested in anyone else’s. I always needed to cum first. Anyway enough of theory.
Tim's moaning began to fill the room, He seemed happy to let me do whatever I wanted seemingly not caring I was inexperienced. More firmly now, I stroked his throbbing cock under the stunning white nylon shorts, long strokes making out the hard shape of his young cock, quivering and eager. I pressed him into me then, pushing the well-packed shorts against by straining blue jeans, allowing my own hardness to push through the blue cotton into the soft nylon. My cock felt the resistance of his cock, and I nearly fainted with the pleasure of it.
I brought my hand between us, and now rubbed him again through the tight-stretched white nylon. And for the first time I realised that something was restraining his cock beneath the soft material - I had mistakenly assumed that he was naked under the shorts. I dropped to my knees in front of him, I actually wanted to suck him! God – what was I doing – I had never done anything like this before! The delicate aroma of the hot young teen met my nostrils, sweetly musky and tangy with precum. The warm nylon was against my nose and mouth as it had been earlier that day, and the tip of my tongue flickered like a snake and made contact with the sexy whiteness. Then I pressed closed, and pushed my face against the soft warm whiteness, and nuzzled the brilliant shiny shorts. His legs parted wide, and I took the opportunity to slide my left hand up the leg of the shorts and under. Up I went, towards his throbbing cock, and my fingers met the resistance of, of what...? Lace? Satin? Something incredibly sexy and soft, that much was certain. The tiniest posing brief, in a slippery material that made my hand tremble. God, I had to see him close-up. I needed his shorts down by his ankles. With both hands I began to tug gently, and they began to give and slide down. And there, before my eyes, I was presented with the most stunning sight, of a healthy young guy dressed only in a shiny black satin brief and silky tee-shirt, and 6 inches of hard hot young cock straining for my further attention.
I was only too happy to worship at the shrine. My right hand now took over the wanking responsibility, and I gripped his juicy tool through the silky satin. It felt incredible, the combination of hard cock and thin black satin. And the brief was very damp from his flowing precum. His foreskin was pulling back, exposing the fleshy mushroom head of his cock, and drips of precum continued to wet the brief.
I closed my mouth over the tip of his beautiful cock filling the satin briefs. His cock head slid into my mouth, and I started to lick and suck him, and he bucked and gently thrust against my mouth. Then Tim slipped his hand down and released his cock from his briefs, and I clamped my mouth back over the naked hot cock. I drank his nectar hungrily, the delicate silky precum tasting fresh and tangy, like the most expensive liqueur. I sucked Tim's hot cock insistently now, moving my mouth up and down the shaft, enjoying for my first time the incredible sensation of the stretched skin over the hot hardness. I found that my right hand was resting on his discarded nylon shorts and a thought involuntarily entered my head. Without for a moment stopping my tasty treat, I managed to unzip my jeans, part them, and slip my left hand inside the gaping fly. I had decided to wear a red tanga through which my bursting cock was weeping copious amounts of precum. In fact, by now it was sodden with my excitement. I reached again for his shorts, and lifted them up, and began to rub them (still warm from his young body) over the front of my tanga. It felt marvellous.
Tim's young cock was deep in my mouth, and his bucking motions indicated clearly to me that he was getting near. I so much wanted to see his cum explosion close up and witness the pearls of creamy joy as they burst from the bulging head. Kneeling carefully in front of him, I let him pull his thrusting cock gently from my mouth, and as he did so I reached down and pulled his satin brief back up his thighs towards his engorged cock and tight firm balls.
`Slip them back on' I whispered, and he let me pull them gently over your hard on. `I'm want to make you cum in your briefs.' The sight of that beautiful wet tip, now delicately sheathed again by the satin, showing through the thin now transparent material, made me breath heavily with excitement, for the foreskin moved loosely over the silky head. Tim was so close now, and I wanted it to be so good for him. I knew that the feel of his sensitive young shaft against the silky satin would be incredibly exciting for him, and enough to make him want to shoot. I reached upwards and touched the teenager's cock through the briefs, but at once he said quickly `No, lets do it together please.' He took my hand away and he reached for the clip of my jeans. He unclipped me and pushed my jeans down. “Take them off and let’s rub our bulges together” he whispered. I did as he said and got on top of him on the bed. I started to hump with him, our bulges moving against each other in unison but we were both almost there. A couple of minutes later I sighed with joy as I felt on pulse after pulse of smooth cum exploded into his tight briefs. They began to ooze with the smooth young cum, but still he pumped his cum into the shining satin. I continued rubbing my own red tanga against his briefs, and then quickly I slipped my cock free from the front of the nylon and pressed my hardness against his cum-filled packet and started humping him faster as we lay on the bed. He smiled at me cheekily now as I lost myself and passed that point of no return. The feel of the cum-wet satin tingling against my boiling cock was incredible as the touch of the Tim's briefs on my cock end took me over the edge.
`Oh God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to shoot over your briefs' I muttered, and with that I shuddered as my orgasm took control. The intensity of the pleasure was overpowering, and the sensation of the creamy cum forcing its way up my shaft and spewing my white relief over his black satin made me gasp. I called out. It was so incredibly hot, having a beautiful young guy in cum-soaked briefs on the bed with me, watching me as I delivered my charge of thick white cum over his engorged cock package. It seemed to go on and on, longer than any orgasm I can ever remember. Our cum just kept pumping as he bucked against me. After a while we both subsided, we stayed for a few minutes like this, pressed together our cocks throbbing.
The heady aroma of our spent cum, my cum mingling with his cum and the smell of saturated satin, was sensational. After I got Tim to strip off the cum-soaked briefs as I did mine and we fell into a deep sleep embraced, our cocks sticky with cum and sticking to each other.
We woke later to shower together. Tim asked how new I was to sex with guys. I told him about my teenage frolic but admitted I was almost a virgin. He said he guessed as much and thought if he had not taken the initiative nothing would have happened. He said he read the signs coming from me but he also knew he had to make the first move. He told me he had had several sexual experiences with other men but none so good as this one. He was used to going with older guys and said that they only wanted to cum and then leave. I was the first who had made him cum that strong.
As we soaped each other I became very erect again and he said “It’s my turn to suck you now and I really want to make you cum so you won’t forget it”. He fell to his knees taking me in his mouth.
This may seem odd but although I have had a good sexual history I have never been sucked by anyone until then.
The gentle way he took me in his mouth was mind blowing and as I luxuriated in the feeling of his lips gently sliding around my cock and his tongue licking the end he took total charge of my coming orgasm. As he sucked me he also started to subtlety wank the base of my cock with the gentlest of mini strokes as well as caressing underneath my balls with his free hand. I was in ecstasy! The sensation was incredible. He took me to the edge several times before bringing me back again – all the time preventing me from cumming. Somehow he knew exactly how far he could take me. I was close to loosing consciousness with pleasure and I slid down the wall of the shower. He followed me sucking, wanking and caressing until I pleaded with him to let me cum. He quickened the pace of wanking and sucking and as I was almost there he slipped a soapy finger into my unsuspecting bum. That did it! I started to cum and couldn’t stop and he knew it, my cum just pumped and pumped into his willing mouth. He just continued until I was totally spent! I had never had such an intense orgasm – he left me trembling and shaking with pleasure. I reached out in orgasmic gratitude to finish him off but as I touched his beautiful cock felt it explode in cum before I could even wank him. Imagine – a 50 something guy making an18 year old guy cum like that!
Afterwards he said that it really turned him when he found I was new to sex with guys and when I lost control and he started to cum at the same time as I did. He said he had never seen anyone have such an intense orgasm as me. He dried himself off and said he needed to go back to his room as he was on duty at 7:00 and it was now 4:00! How the time passed.
Because of business I didn’t manage to see Tim again during that week but I have his mobile number!
Hi, my name’s is Tom. I am a happily married guy in my early 50’s. I am reasonably fit and consider I have a decent body and reasonable normal sex drive although sex had somehow become a routine in my life. My work takes me all over the place, attending and sometimes organising short conferences at various hotel locations. There's something about the anonymity of these places, the often-unexpected luxury of the unknown bedrooms, the often-young sexy staff, and the in-room entertainment - all of that makes each hotel visit to me a bit sexually exciting. Most of the time nothing happens at all, but what I am about to tell you remains burnt in my memory forever.
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I know that some people complain about those large hotel chains, which all look the same on the inside. But I choose them whenever I can. I welcome the fact that there are certain constants. There's one chain that my company tends to use most of the time, I'm pleased to say where I have always been comfortable. And I particularly like them for the dress code of their staff. The girls are always smart, as are the guys. Usually between 18 to 25 and always polite. Oh I should say at this stage that although I am outwardly straight I do sometimes have bi fantasies although they are deeply hidden and not tried since I was a teenager.
My most recent trip has to be one to remember. It was one of the conferences that I was partly responsible for organising. This meant that I was under a lot of pressure, but one of the perks was that the hotel had allocated me a suite with lots of extras. One of the best features was that there was a video player as well as the piped TV channels, so when I eventually got back into my room after a day's work I could relax with a bit of favourite porn on the adult channel. Because it is frequented by all sorts there are also gay and lesbian videos – which I have watched from time to time. One that had a particular influence on me was an older guy indulging in first time sex with a young guy. I saw this on the first night and being honest I think it preyed on my mind it was so horny. I have to admit having a couple of wanks on the strength of it.
Since arriving at the hotel I had noticed a young guy who sometimes worked in reception. His name was Tim, and I guess he was 18 or 19. He had medium long blonde hair, and wonderfully smooth, pale skin. His uniform was not unlike that worn by the waiters - black trousers white shirt with a company tie, and a kind of tight-fitting half-jacket. He was always very smart. (In fact he looked a bit like the young guy in the video!) During my stay I had also noticed that he was into fitness and on more than one occasion I had seen him returning from a run dressed in brief running shorts and a singlet. When on reception he managed to mix politeness with friendliness and had genuine natural charm, not something that can be taught. And, of course, he was a stunner, a really good-looking young guy. I could not keep my eyes off him particularly when he had returned from a run looking all hot (I could see him from my window as he ran back). It was not long before he spotted that I always seemed to be looking in his direction. I also noticed that he usually blushed and look a bit flustered when I looked his way. (I hoped he hadn’t noticed!)
As I was staying in the hotel for about a week, I had a good chance to watch him returning from his regular run. He always looked so good particularly in his shiny sprint shorts and silky singlet. His shorts were just tight enough for me to imagine what was underneath! (I do have a thing about satin and shiny sports wear)
Anyway something happened on the third day. I was responsible for setting-up for one of the seminar presentations for the afternoon session, and I was just doing some last-minute checks in the conference room. I always make a point of trying out any special equipment - overhead projectors, PowerPoint facility and so on - and I was angry to find that two of the overhead light bulbs in the room had failed. Not a big problem, sure, but unnecessary. It shouldn't happen. The hotel should have checked details like that, and got them right. We were paying them enough for these seminar rooms after all. I immediately headed for reception to bite someone's head off. There was no duty manager around at that moment, but one of the female receptionists seemed to have been left in charge. I immediately let her know how unhappy I was and I made clear that I was not happy and that I wanted the bulbs replacing immediately (there was only about 10 minutes before the seminar was due to start). She said she would see if she could get someone to sort it out
I went back to the conference room quite annoyed and waited for someone. To my surprise the young guy turned up. He told me his name was Tim. He was wearing his running gear and explained he was just going off duty when he got the call but he guessed how important it was hence he was out of uniform. He asked if I minded him dressed that way. I loved it but didn’t say anything but – “That’s OK”. He took control of the situation at once, apologised profusely, and undertook to get the bulbs himself from the store and make the change. He went away for a short time and returned with the bulbs and a ladder. He climbed the ladder and the top half of his disappeared into a small trap door whilst he sorted out the bulbs. Whilst he could not see me I took a good look at him in his satin shorts, his fascinating bulge – very sexy! I was semi hard just gazing at his bulge encased in his shorts as he stretched upwards. I had just turned my back when I heard a shout. I turned around to see the ladder had fallen and Tim’s legs were dangling from the trap door. “Help” – he shouted. I rushed to get the ladder but he was falling so I took hold of his legs. I grabbed his legs so he was facing me and he sort of slowly slid down in my arms but not before I had held his cute satin clad bum in my hands and also pressed my face into the bulge in the front of his shorts as I let him down. He slid slowly down to the floor held onto by me. He came to a standstill as we stood face to face. His satin bulge against my increasing hard on. Had he felt it? I went bright red – so did he!
After this initial embarrassment he just sort of smiled and said thanks – I owe you one. There was something about that smile and what he said! There was no time for anything more. I could hear conference delegates approaching down the corridor, so I thanked Tim profusely. `Not at all, sir. If there's anything you need during your stay, do contact me. I'm on night duty this week, so if there's anything at all, call me.' He turned to go, but then said, over his shoulder. `I really mean it - anything. If anything needs attention in your room, perhaps - however late.' Then he was gone.
Was it so obvious that I fancied him and was he responding? I had never been in a situation like this before, what would I do if he came to my room – what was I thinking about - a married guy in my 50’s?
All through the afternoon session I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said they way he looked at me and how he had said it. Perhaps it was entirely innocent. Perhaps I was jumping to the wrong conclusions. But how could I be? I found it impossible to concentrate on the seminar presentation, and began to fantasise about what might happen if he came to my room. My cock began to stiffen and I discreetly had to adjust myself to let it rise within my tightening underwear. God, I needed a wank badly, that much I knew. All afternoon I sat through the interminable presentation, allowing my imagination to create all kinds of fantastic scenarios.
The presentation finished about four and I discovered that I needed some materials from the nearby town for my presentation the following day so I got in my car and set out. There was just time to get to the computer show before they closed. On the way back I could see someone sitting under a tree looking a little distressed. I stopped the car – it was Tim! He had turned his ankle whilst running and was finding it difficult to continue. I got out of my car and helped him up. He looked very vulnerable. He was holding one foot off the floor so he had to hold on to me for support. He put an arm around my neck and I put an arm around his waist. In doing so I could feel his thigh under the slippery satin material of his shorts. I couldn’t resist the urge to surreptitiously stroke his thigh through the material whilst talking to him – trying to make it look as natural as possible. Could it be that he was getting hard as I did it. I was afraid to look but I’m sure that I could see a ridge start to form in his flimsy shorts. Before we set off back – he said in a very embarrassed way that he wanted to pee but couldn’t stand up properly so could I support him as he took one. Naturally I said yes. I helped him to a tree and he took his cock out from his shorts and started to pee. I tried not to look but couldn’t resist a quick peep. Although I couldn’t see much I did see what I considered to be a very cute cock. He was very embarrassed about the whole thing and said he hoped that I wasn’t offended. I told him it was ok but seeing him like that really made me very hard (in fact harder than I had felt for some time)
As I drove him back to the hotel I pretended nothing had happened and we chatted about running. However, I could not forget seeing his cute appendage. As a conversation piece I also asked if he had a girl. He said no – I said I was very surprised, as he was a very good-looking guy. He said he had just not met the right one yet. Did I see the ridge in his shorts become larger and more defined? I needed to concentrate on my driving.
We got back to the hotel and I helped him out of the car, supporting him as before but this time not stroking his leg, as there were people around. I got him into the hotel and another member of staff helped him into the staff section. She said that an ice pack would probably help the swelling. (I hoped she hadn’t seen the other swelling which by now was starting to subside.) Tim smiled at me and thanked me again for my help – “Don’t forget,” he said, – I’m on duty later and if I can help in any way!”
I returned to my room and had a shower after which I lay on my bed to relax and think yet again about my exchanges with Tim, especially the last one. I had showered and changed, and laid back on the soft double bed wearing a red satin tanga brief I had got from bodyaware (I always wear their stuff). It felt good, and although I had half a mind to get a good wank in before the evening's possible encounter, it was good just to feel my cock resting comfortably in the soft satin pouch.
***
I must have dozed off, because a noise down the corridor brought me to with a start. I glanced at my watch. Time to change and prepare for the evening. I decided to wear an open-necked white polo shirt and pale blue jeans.
Time to eat. I headed down to the hotel restaurant and had something quick. There was no sign of Tim perhaps he had been sent home after his accident. As I left the restaurant, I was relieved to see him at the reception desk. He smiled broadly and I waved to him mouthing are you OK. He nodded and, yes, there was the regulation blush.
I was going to say something else to him but got distracted by one of the afternoon’s delegates who was passing. When I turned around I noticed it was about 11 o’clock and he was gone. Damn it! I thought and went straight back to my room. After a few minutes kicking myself I decided to ring down for room service on some pretext. I decided that I needed some more shower gel so I called reception on my phone. To my disappointment a girl answered. I told her what I wanted and she said she would inform housekeeping. Damn it again I thought – missed your chance again and I cursed my distraction. I was really pissed off. The first chance I had had to explore my bi side after so many years and I had blown it. About a minute later the phone went again – this time it was a male voice that asked if I needed anything else. I didn’t realise at first who it was until he said that he was on duty and would deliver the gel. It was Tim!
My mind was in a turmoil – was something actually going to happen? I had fantasised about something like this for ages but I couldn’t believe what seemed to be developing - could I handle it?
I had hardly put the phone down before there was the lightest of knocks on the door, and then the handle turned and Tim limped in and shut the door behind him. I caught my breath. He was in a silky black tee-shirt and was wearing black tracksuit bottoms. God, he was a dream. He smiled and walked towards me, and I went to meet him. He said, “Thank you for doing what you did this afternoon I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along.” I said it was the least I could do. He said “I’m glad it was you that came along and I knew what you wanted as soon as you looked at me but I guessed you might be afraid to go any further. He paused and said “So here I am”.
I was speechless and he knew it. I went bright red – he just smiled.
“I don’t know what to do with a guy”, I said. He said “It’ll come easy if you think it was your first time with a girl – Imagine I’m a girl and let it go from there”.
In the middle of the room we closed together. He moved right into me, and he kissed me! He initiated it! Long, and tenderly, and with real pleasure he kissed me slipping his tongue in my mouth. He tasted so fresh. I responded just as eagerly! His mouth tastes of mint and was really soft. I never thought I could ever do this with a guy. We explored each other’s mouths and then his head fell back, and I kissed his soft throat, smooth and fresh. The gentlest murmuring started up in his throat, and I was excited at his vulnerability. He seemed to be giving himself so willingly, and wanted to enter fully into the fantasy situation that we were spinning for ourselves.
At his suggestion I slipped my left hand down to his waist, and lightly under the front of the tee shirt. I slid upwards, and reached his soft, warm belly, and lightly caressed him there, loving the warmth and the smoothness of him, the silky fabric of his shirt skimming the back of my knuckles. Then I travelled on upwards, and my fingers met his now stiff nipples. He felt so good. Firm, not muscular but hard and tough. And there was not a hair on him - he was so smooth and silky. God what was I doing? I had often dreamed about something like this but never thought it might really happen!
I glanced downwards, and there seemed to be fullness in his tracksuit bottoms. I needed so badly to touch him, yet it was years since I had touched another guys cock and then only for a couple of seconds when I was only about 15. My left hand was trembling as it came back downwards from his chest, down to the waistband of the tracksuit, and very lightly I tugged at the front to give myself ease of access. I slipped my hand downwards, inside, not far at all, and immediately made contact with shiny material - shorts, nylon or satin, and I could see the top of the waist band peeking out - white, and so very tempting. `Oh God' I murmured. `That's so sexy”
“Mmm, would you like to see me in my shorts?” he sort of whispered hoarsely, “Help me get these trackies off”.
I didn't need a second invitation. I tugged hard at his tracksuit bottoms, and they came down his legs, exposing the brilliant white of his shiny satin shorts. And yes, they were definitely slippery and sexy and hugging his crutch temptingly. I touched them at the front, and met the resistance of his burgeoning young cock pressing through, and I started to push and rub him there, delighted by the size and hardness of the young man. His cock pressed into my hand, sheathed in the warm slippery material, and I gripped him gently through the cloth. His length filled my hand, and I gave a few preparatory wanking strokes, and he moaned in his throat and his eyes started to close in ecstasy.
The cock felt so good, hot and hard in his shorts. I couldn’t believe it - I was actually wanking off an 18-year-old in his running kit – the stuff my fantasies were made of.
As I gripped the his cock through the shorts, he instinctively moved with me, thrusting in and out gently to work up a friction so that his hard on tingled as the white nylon moved over the stretched skin. He seemed used to this, which fascinated me. I hoped he was practised in holding back, as I didn't want him to cum for a while longer. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could before the explosion that I was sure would be quite something.
My own erection needed some attention soon, but I wasn't at all certain whether I would be able to rely on Tim to help me out. I remembered when I was his age and when I was lost in my own pleasure I was not interested in anyone else’s. I always needed to cum first. Anyway enough of theory.
Tim's moaning began to fill the room, He seemed happy to let me do whatever I wanted seemingly not caring I was inexperienced. More firmly now, I stroked his throbbing cock under the stunning white nylon shorts, long strokes making out the hard shape of his young cock, quivering and eager. I pressed him into me then, pushing the well-packed shorts against by straining blue jeans, allowing my own hardness to push through the blue cotton into the soft nylon. My cock felt the resistance of his cock, and I nearly fainted with the pleasure of it.
I brought my hand between us, and now rubbed him again through the tight-stretched white nylon. And for the first time I realised that something was restraining his cock beneath the soft material - I had mistakenly assumed that he was naked under the shorts. I dropped to my knees in front of him, I actually wanted to suck him! God – what was I doing – I had never done anything like this before! The delicate aroma of the hot young teen met my nostrils, sweetly musky and tangy with precum. The warm nylon was against my nose and mouth as it had been earlier that day, and the tip of my tongue flickered like a snake and made contact with the sexy whiteness. Then I pressed closed, and pushed my face against the soft warm whiteness, and nuzzled the brilliant shiny shorts. His legs parted wide, and I took the opportunity to slide my left hand up the leg of the shorts and under. Up I went, towards his throbbing cock, and my fingers met the resistance of, of what...? Lace? Satin? Something incredibly sexy and soft, that much was certain. The tiniest posing brief, in a slippery material that made my hand tremble. God, I had to see him close-up. I needed his shorts down by his ankles. With both hands I began to tug gently, and they began to give and slide down. And there, before my eyes, I was presented with the most stunning sight, of a healthy young guy dressed only in a shiny black satin brief and silky tee-shirt, and 6 inches of hard hot young cock straining for my further attention.
I was only too happy to worship at the shrine. My right hand now took over the wanking responsibility, and I gripped his juicy tool through the silky satin. It felt incredible, the combination of hard cock and thin black satin. And the brief was very damp from his flowing precum. His foreskin was pulling back, exposing the fleshy mushroom head of his cock, and drips of precum continued to wet the brief.
I closed my mouth over the tip of his beautiful cock filling the satin briefs. His cock head slid into my mouth, and I started to lick and suck him, and he bucked and gently thrust against my mouth. Then Tim slipped his hand down and released his cock from his briefs, and I clamped my mouth back over the naked hot cock. I drank his nectar hungrily, the delicate silky precum tasting fresh and tangy, like the most expensive liqueur. I sucked Tim's hot cock insistently now, moving my mouth up and down the shaft, enjoying for my first time the incredible sensation of the stretched skin over the hot hardness. I found that my right hand was resting on his discarded nylon shorts and a thought involuntarily entered my head. Without for a moment stopping my tasty treat, I managed to unzip my jeans, part them, and slip my left hand inside the gaping fly. I had decided to wear a red tanga through which my bursting cock was weeping copious amounts of precum. In fact, by now it was sodden with my excitement. I reached again for his shorts, and lifted them up, and began to rub them (still warm from his young body) over the front of my tanga. It felt marvellous.
Tim's young cock was deep in my mouth, and his bucking motions indicated clearly to me that he was getting near. I so much wanted to see his cum explosion close up and witness the pearls of creamy joy as they burst from the bulging head. Kneeling carefully in front of him, I let him pull his thrusting cock gently from my mouth, and as he did so I reached down and pulled his satin brief back up his thighs towards his engorged cock and tight firm balls.
`Slip them back on' I whispered, and he let me pull them gently over your hard on. `I'm want to make you cum in your briefs.' The sight of that beautiful wet tip, now delicately sheathed again by the satin, showing through the thin now transparent material, made me breath heavily with excitement, for the foreskin moved loosely over the silky head. Tim was so close now, and I wanted it to be so good for him. I knew that the feel of his sensitive young shaft against the silky satin would be incredibly exciting for him, and enough to make him want to shoot. I reached upwards and touched the teenager's cock through the briefs, but at once he said quickly `No, lets do it together please.' He took my hand away and he reached for the clip of my jeans. He unclipped me and pushed my jeans down. “Take them off and let’s rub our bulges together” he whispered. I did as he said and got on top of him on the bed. I started to hump with him, our bulges moving against each other in unison but we were both almost there. A couple of minutes later I sighed with joy as I felt on pulse after pulse of smooth cum exploded into his tight briefs. They began to ooze with the smooth young cum, but still he pumped his cum into the shining satin. I continued rubbing my own red tanga against his briefs, and then quickly I slipped my cock free from the front of the nylon and pressed my hardness against his cum-filled packet and started humping him faster as we lay on the bed. He smiled at me cheekily now as I lost myself and passed that point of no return. The feel of the cum-wet satin tingling against my boiling cock was incredible as the touch of the Tim's briefs on my cock end took me over the edge.
`Oh God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to shoot over your briefs' I muttered, and with that I shuddered as my orgasm took control. The intensity of the pleasure was overpowering, and the sensation of the creamy cum forcing its way up my shaft and spewing my white relief over his black satin made me gasp. I called out. It was so incredibly hot, having a beautiful young guy in cum-soaked briefs on the bed with me, watching me as I delivered my charge of thick white cum over his engorged cock package. It seemed to go on and on, longer than any orgasm I can ever remember. Our cum just kept pumping as he bucked against me. After a while we both subsided, we stayed for a few minutes like this, pressed together our cocks throbbing.
The heady aroma of our spent cum, my cum mingling with his cum and the smell of saturated satin, was sensational. After I got Tim to strip off the cum-soaked briefs as I did mine and we fell into a deep sleep embraced, our cocks sticky with cum and sticking to each other.
We woke later to shower together. Tim asked how new I was to sex with guys. I told him about my teenage frolic but admitted I was almost a virgin. He said he guessed as much and thought if he had not taken the initiative nothing would have happened. He said he read the signs coming from me but he also knew he had to make the first move. He told me he had had several sexual experiences with other men but none so good as this one. He was used to going with older guys and said that they only wanted to cum and then leave. I was the first who had made him cum that strong.
As we soaped each other I became very erect again and he said “It’s my turn to suck you now and I really want to make you cum so you won’t forget it”. He fell to his knees taking me in his mouth.
This may seem odd but although I have had a good sexual history I have never been sucked by anyone until then.
The gentle way he took me in his mouth was mind blowing and as I luxuriated in the feeling of his lips gently sliding around my cock and his tongue licking the end he took total charge of my coming orgasm. As he sucked me he also started to subtlety wank the base of my cock with the gentlest of mini strokes as well as caressing underneath my balls with his free hand. I was in ecstasy! The sensation was incredible. He took me to the edge several times before bringing me back again – all the time preventing me from cumming. Somehow he knew exactly how far he could take me. I was close to loosing consciousness with pleasure and I slid down the wall of the shower. He followed me sucking, wanking and caressing until I pleaded with him to let me cum. He quickened the pace of wanking and sucking and as I was almost there he slipped a soapy finger into my unsuspecting bum. That did it! I started to cum and couldn’t stop and he knew it, my cum just pumped and pumped into his willing mouth. He just continued until I was totally spent! I had never had such an intense orgasm – he left me trembling and shaking with pleasure. I reached out in orgasmic gratitude to finish him off but as I touched his beautiful cock felt it explode in cum before I could even wank him. Imagine – a 50 something guy making an18 year old guy cum like that!
Afterwards he said that it really turned him when he found I was new to sex with guys and when I lost control and he started to cum at the same time as I did. He said he had never seen anyone have such an intense orgasm as me. He dried himself off and said he needed to go back to his room as he was on duty at 7:00 and it was now 4:00! How the time passed.
Because of business I didn’t manage to see Tim again during that week but I have his mobile number!
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