I’d been looking forward to it for weeks. A stay away from home, unusually alone, with the chance to meet up for some man sex.
I searched and searched around the area I’d be staying on two or three sites and ended up chatting to this guy in his mid-50s. Like me - married to a woman – and like me - eager to meet a man for passionate sex. Trust me when I say he was bloody sexy … bald head and really quite hairy all over this seriously toned body… and with a big, thick, 8 inch cock which had a stunning curve in it. What’s more, he dressed in lingerie – sexy, black, lingerie - and that contrast of the sexy feminine underwear with the properly masculine body… well, not everyone’s thing, I accept, but, to me, he was hot as hell.
We’d arranged to meet after I checked in and I messaged as soon as I was in the room but… disaster - suddenly, ‘something had come up’ and he couldn’t come. I was gutted. No, I’ll be honest; I wasn’t just gutted. He had presented it all to me as a definite and now my big opportunity had fallen away so I was bloody pissed off.
Anyway, I had already arranged to be out with friend that night but when I got back to the hotel - and from the moment I woke up the next day - I was searching different sites, hoping for a spontaneous meet, for a mature man to come and make the most of my hotel room with me.
Literally about 3 hours before checkout, I came across another married guy– actually staying in the same hotel – who wanted to be wanked off. Let’s call him Pete. He had a toned sexy body and, my luck was in, he also had an 8 inch cock - but he stressed he just wanted to wank. I’d been planning for seriously more that weekend but time had run out and I wanted some sort of man sex so we arranged for him to come to my room. But then, with about 10 minutes to the meet until the meet – and this is genuinely true - the other guy who’d blown me out the day before got in touch to say he could come right now if I was still up for it.
For a moment, I genuinely didn’t know what to do… but then I just messaged Pete, asked if he was up for us being joined by a third – and he was. Quick message to the late-comer and… suddenly things had taken a turn I could only have dreamed of.
About 15 minutes later, Pete knocked on the door of my room and I let him in. He was a quiet man – good-looking but quiet – and I was soon next to him by the bed, rubbing his growing bulge through his trousers while he stood and just enjoyed it. He didn’t really want to touch me back and he didn’t want to be sucked but there were no complaints when I undid his trousers and pushed them down with his pants to reveal his rapidly hardening, glorious cock rising out of a thick, dark bush of hair. Oh my God - I touched it, I stroked it and gripped and felt this man’s growing penis. It’s a fabulous feeling I will never get over – another mature man’s hard cock in my hand – hard for me, hard because of me.
As I wanked him, as my hand gripped his cock a little harder, his breathing was changing a little and while he didn’t want be sucked, he seemed to like me stroking his hard chest.
And then the other guy knocked on the door – we’ll call him Chris. I let him in and went straight back to wanking Pete who was now VERY hard. I was so wrapped up in his cock that I didn’t notice Chris quickly and casually undressing to reveal his phenomenal body, dressed in a gorgeous black camisole, panties, suspenders and stockings. It’s the first time I’d seen a guy dressed in lingerie and, fuck, was I being treated? I’m hard now thinking of him… as hard as Pete’s penis was in my hand.
As I wanked Pete, Chris moved next to us and I positioned him between Pete and me… “Can he wank you too, Pete?” I said… He laughed and said “Why not?” and so Chris took over with Pete’s cock in his hairy hand while I stood behind Chris and put my hands on his shoulders, trying to take it all in.
Pete seemed a little non-plussed to be honest - I think he was more used to bi stuff with women - but I was overwhelmed by my sexual attraction to this gloriously sexy man in lingerie. I rubbed Chris’s shoulders and whispered in his ear “You look so, so, bloody hot – I want all of you”. He leant back a little as he stroked Pete’s cock – getting faster. I nuzzled and kissed Chris’s neck and – despite previously saying he wasn’t always up for kissing, his head turned and we were soon kissing like lovers. Hot, wet, tongues in each other’s mouths with unrestrained moaning through sheer sexual pleasure.
I broke off to say “I want you to please our guest” - suddenly somehow taking a dominant role with Chris - dressed in lingerie, the sub… it prompted him to wank that bit faster again.
The sexual energy was rushing through all of us now and I had to take all my clothes off right then and soon I was naked with my hard 7 inch cock – smaller than the others but every bit as hard – standing out from my thick natural bush –a mix of brown and grey hair. I stood against Chris’s back and stroked his body through the lingerie, my cock nudging against his arse, one arm round him with my hand sweeping up inside the camisole to feel his hairy chest, the other moving down to the bulging panties to feel his full hard cock.
And all the while, he was masturbating Pete’s rock hard cock.
This seemed to speed up a little as I then went to my knees. Both my hands now found Chris’s cock which needed to be released. I could hardly get it out of the panties though, they were so tight over it – but it was soon free… and hard… and fantastically curved and dripping with pre-cum. I just looked at it, the most phenomenal cock I’d ever seen, before I looked up and said “can I suck you?”. He just said quietly “please”.
I took him in my hot wet mouth, his soft foreskin literally dripping… and I tasted him. I tasted this stranger’s cum and it was good. So, SO, good…
And it was then that Pete said “I’m going to cum… shit, I’m cumming”. I stood and, with my naked body against his back, I watched and felt Chris wank, wank, WANK Pete until his cum spurted out – up onto Pete’s stomach and over Chris’s hand and arm. Thick white cum, pumping from this married man’s cock, full of his seed.
What a moment, what a sexual experience between three men. Fuck, it was good.
Not unexpectedly though, once he’d come down from his orgasm, Pete had to go. He was a nice guy who’d just been after some simple sexual release – and I got to see his stunning cock, to feel it, to watch another guy wank it until he came – but, with Chris, I wanted more than that.
When Pete left, Chris and I couldn’t come together fast enough. Me naked. Him in the lingerie. Standing together as we kissed and kissed and… “I think you should take this off now,” I said. “All of it?”… “Yes, I want to see all your body”. And with that, Chris stripped out of the camisole, panties, stockings and suspenders to reveal this bloody stunning body. Naked for me. Hard for me. And he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
He went down on the floor and looked up as he took my cock in his mouth, lifting his mouth over it… never losing eye contact as his tongue swirled around my penis. I’m rubbing my hard cock now as I remember and write this.
I could have enjoyed that for a long time but it was time we didn’t have so I pulled him up and we got onto the bed. I quickly put on a condom and lay back with my cock sticking up and told him to sit on my cock. I don’t remember his getting any lube but he was soon sitting across me, the lips of his cunt around the head of my cock and then lowering himself, lower and lower, taking every inch I could give him. It felt exquisite and we just paused and connected for a moment. Two mature married men feeling that forbidden union we both craved.
And then kissing, more kissing, as I started to thrust up into him, as I started to fuck my new, sensational, lover. Up into him, his cunt tight around me, up and up again as we looked at each other and he started to wank his phenomenal cock. Christ, I loved it all… and I knew we both needed to cum. I fucked up into him again and again as he masturbated – that sense of crescendo building to the inevitable. I could feel he was cumming… his body was tensing, the muscles on his arms taught as he started to pump his cum out over my stomach. I loved that. I wanted that. I wanted his cum on me, to mark me, so anyone who might have seen knew I’d made him cum.
And, without a real pause, as he started to come down from his own orgasm, I said “on your back” and quickly he was there for me, his legs wide apart, his cunt open for me to push into and fuck and fuck. We kissed and I fucked him. We wrapped our bodies round each other and I fucked him. He moaned so loudly people outside the room must have heard as I fucked him more… until I also started to cum - more cum than I have for an age. Fucking my gloriously sexy Chris and cumming in his cunt, claiming him as mine.
We were hot and we were sweaty and we felt so, so, good.
Sadly, neither of us could hang around for long but - just for a moment - I took in that feeling of full sexual fulfilment, looking at Chris’s body… at his cum on my stomach, now matted on his hairy body too. And I kissed him.
We’re hoping to meet again some time. I really, really, want to.
