In my career, I would travel abroad for extended periods of time so invariably I would have some down time for some fun and games here and there. I like this particular experience because I was still expanding my bisexuality and this really opened my submissive side to heavy set bears with an alpha personality.
As mentioned I was traveling abroad. I was staying at a reputable hotel where at the end of the day you could go down to the bar to relax and maybe you could meet-up with a friend that was passing through at the end of the night.
I finished a days work so I dropped my stuff in my room, changed into some more comfortable clothes, and made my way down to the bar. It was a Thursday night so the bar had some activity going. Arriving at the bar did not prove me wrong, it was promising. I took my seat at one end of the bar near an older gentlemen who was conversing with a lady half his age and behind me was a table with two ladies chattering about the days news.
After a couple of drinks it seemed to me that this crowd was not in the mood as some of the patrons left for their rooms or other destinations early. I found my self sipping my drink next to the same older, heavy-set gentleman who was talking to a younger lady earlier. He was ordering himself another drink.
While waiting for his drink he turned to me and asked with a slight slur "10 O'Clock and this place is dying; all the action is leaving."
"Yeah, looks like everyone must have a big day tomorrow. It wasn't this bad last week." I replied. "What happened to the lady friend you were conversing with?"
"Oh, she had some other obligations, but she frequents this bar and said she would look me up since I will be here through next week. Leaves one hanging high and dry if you know what I mean. With this thinning crowd the pickings are slim for a little fun tonight." he replied.
"I know what you mean, I was looking to unwind a little tonight, I didn't want to have to head out. I mean this bar seemed to be always hopping with activity on Thursday. "
He turned and looked at me asking "So what are you looking for?"
Thinking about it I responded "Well, its been a long week, and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so I was thinking about meeting up with someone for some action between the sheets if you know what I mean?"
"Someone?" he asked. "So it didn't have to be a girl?"
I was sort of taken off guard by him bringing up my gender neutral specification. "Well I guess not." I responded, feeling the alcohol and the questioning flush to my face creating a warm sensation.
"Don't worry, I like to keep my options open too." At this point he looked me in the eye, placed his hand on my knee, gave it a squeeze, and took a swig of his whiskey. "My name is Robert."
It was getting late so the bartender was rushing us and the remaining patrons to finish our drinks so he could close for the night. We swallowed our drinks and made our way to the elevator to go to our rooms. His was the first stop. "I'm the last room before you turn the corner let's continue our conversation, I don't have to go in till late tomorrow."
I told him sure. As the elevator made its way to my floor I was debating whether to accept the invitation or not. I was curious where this was going to lead although in the back of my mind I had an inkling. I decided what the heck, I was curious and I was horny plus I hadn't fooled around with another guy in a while, if it came to that.
When I made it to my room, I took a moment to freshen up. I took a couple of the small liquor bottles and made my way down the stairwell to my new friend's room. I knocked on his door with anticipation. After a slight delay he answered the door. The first thing I noticed was that he changed into his robe. I wasn't sure what he had on underneath, but it was open enough to see a hairy chest.
He welcomed me in and showed me a place on the sofa. He brought over two drinks he had already made. I guess he was certain that I would come over. He offered me one of the drinks and placed his on the coffee table. We resumed our conversation about our occupations and other trivial topics. With the alcohol flowing once again the conversation soon migrated to the topic of women and then to sex.
"So, do you like to be in control when you have sex with your lover or you like to give them control?" he asked.
"It depends." I told him. I felt that the alcohol had loosened me up to talk about the subject freely but I also found my self getting aroused by the conversation. "I do like to take control some times. It depends on the person and their personality. If they take control, I will cede control but if they don't I will." I continued "I love oral so if I'm in control I like to grab their head, push them down on my cock and just feed them my cum to the last drop. Or i can be the cumslut if they take control."
"There's nothing like a soft set of lips on your cock." he said. At this point he placed his hand on the side of my face and began to rub his thumb across my lips. I looked at him, he had a slight smile on his lips and then I looked to where his other hand was. At some point his robe had fallen open and he was stroking his now hardening cock with his other hand. I looked back up into his eyes where I encountered an intense stare of lust. He slid his hand to the back of my head and pushed my head toward his cock. He reclined and maneuvered his hips so he could better guide his cock into my lowering mouth.