The last time I played with a guy ( now over 6 years ago) was a brief but highly enjoyable experience.

Having been away on business for a few nights already, I had checked into that evenings hotel, which turned out to be a secluded countryside Golf/Spa hotel in Hampshire. I had booked it some weeks prior and had forgotten what lovely surroundings were there.

I went to my room and decided to make use of the hotel pool, - it was a warm evening and a quick dip seemed like the perfect way to refresh myself.

After 20 lengths or so I was ready to stop and left the pool via the changing rooms. As I walked through, a gent who looked to be in his 60s was drying himself. He was openly displaying his manhood and was not shy at all.

I think my eyes must have lingered on his penis for too long, - he looked directly at me and smiled.

Embarrassed and feeling like a rabbit in the headlights I pulled on my robe and left, swiftly walking back to my room.

But now all I could think about was that lovely cock!

Horny and alone in my room I logged on to the contact site, thinking that perhaps I could engage in some filthy chat to help relieve myself. Once logged in I remembered that the site has a “see who’s near” function which I decided to explore.

A person popped up as “within touching distance”, and considering the secluded location of the hotel, I guessed it meant they must be here. - Clicking on their profile revealed some pictures of themselves, no face, but an unmistakable cock! - it was the guy in the changing room!

I browsed their profile, - the were curious to try, had never played with anyone but considered themselves to be a “top” and they were online now!

I sent a quick message: “You looked great in the changing rooms, if you’d like to try being blown by a guy, I am free now…”

A minute later I got a reply “I’m very nervous, but would love to see what it’s like”

I messaged him my room number, heart beating fast, excitement and adrenaline pumped through my veins. Stood there, still just in my robe, waiting… would he show up?

There was a soft knock at the door. He was here…

I let him in, saying nothing and gestured to the sofa in the corner of the room. He started to strip and I removed my robe.

Embracing one another, he sighed as I felt his semi erect tool, and massaged it gently. He was squeezing my arse and rubbing my chest with his other hand, before he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees…

I knew just what to do, -my mouth opened and his dick, now solid and a pleasant 7 inches or so went in.

He moaned and called me a dirty slut (he must have read my profile as it stated I enjoyed being treated in this way) as I moved my lips up and down his shaft, while cupping his balls with my left hand.

After 5 minutes he sat on the sofa and pulled me towards him. I received several spanks to my bottom for being a slut and then my head was pulled down to his hardness once more and I continued with my duties for a minute or so more.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth you dirty cock slut” he called as his orgasm approached, before aggressively crying out as his climax surged through him and his semen was released into my warm mouth.

Swallowing quickly as his spurts seemed to continue and my mouth filled. Eventually he came down from his crescendo and I dutifully cleaned the last of his release from his softening tool.

“Wonderful!” He exclaimed as he got to his feet and began dressing. “ I will be in the bar later, but I’ll be with colleagues, so you should act like you don’t know me, ok?” I was still naked on the floor, basking in the warm glow of a job well done.

He left, and I pulled myself towards my own orgasm…