I met Martin at a popular gay bar in town. He was a handsome man in his mid-forties (about 20 years older than I). We shared a laugh over a highly intoxicated couple involved in a heavy petting make out session on the dance floor. He bought me a beer and when I raised to clink my bottle in appreciation, I noticed his wedding ring.
"Does your wife know you are here or do you wear that to scare off the boys?" I asked with a little more snark than I intended.
"I don't know, depends, are you cruising, trolling or trying to hustle an old guy?" he replied matter of fact.
"I am sorry, bad joke, thanks for the beer," I responded as sincerely as possible.
"I was joking as well, I guess we are both bad jokers, I am Martin, " he said extending his hand.
"I am Serge, your comment was actually pretty funny."
We continued to talk as best we could over the music. He explained he was in town on business, loved his wife, but sometime needed to fulfill his desire for men. I told him that I had broken up with my girlfriend of two years about a month ago, but had had some experience with men before that (one good, one not so good) before that.
"So what made the experience not so good?"
"Well my first lover was gentle and I could not get enough of his cock inside me, my mouth and ass, but I moved after 4 months of great sex. The second guy just pounded my ass into oblivion, I hated it. so I went back to girls."
Martin chuckled, "You do not look like a sensual vanilla bottom."
"I know, right!"
"So why are you here?"
"Because when it is done right, I love getting fucked and I enjoy sucking cock. I am just not a slut I guess, needs to be the right guy and all that drivel."
Just then "Crazy For You" by Madonna started playing and Martin and I simultaneously asked one another, "Do you want to dance?"
Martin grabbed my hand and led me to the middle of the dance floor where we engaged in a tentative slow dance embrace. As we swayed to the song we moved closer to one another. I wanted Martin. I felt lustful and strangely at ease with this man I had only known for about a half of an hour. Finally our bodies were touching. I felt his erection press against my thigh as we danced and he slowly moved his hands over my bottom.
"You have a nice ass." He whispered in my ear.
I gulped and replied, "It is yours all night if you treat it right."
"I am definitely not a pounder."
At that I ran my hand over his cheek and I gave him a light kiss. He responded with a deep kiss so sensual I thought I might come. My head was spinning with desire. The song ended and we moved to the door of the bar holding hands. We continued to hold hands as we searched for a taxi outside.
We hailed a cab in no time and slid into the back seat. Martin told the taxi driver to take us to his hotel. I could not keep my hands away from Martin and slowly began to caress his upper thigh. Martin responded by lightly caressing my forearm. Then we kissed again. My body tingled and my head swam with pleasure. This was beyond lust, but a soul meld beyond my comprehension. I was acting purely on instinct.
I broke off the kiss and whispered to him, "I need you in my mouth." He only nodded and slid his pants below his knees. Both of us were oblivious that the cab driver had pulled into a parking lot near Martin's hotel.
I kissed the tip of Martin's cock and then took it into my mouth. I lightly sucked his head and then swirled my tongue around his cock head. Martin's moans indicated his pleasure. I licked up and down his shaft and tried to lick his balls but the angle was wrong. I stroked his cock while I kissed his thighs and then returned to sucking his cock in earnest. I would move my mouth up and down on him a few times and then suck him hard and massage his cock with my mouth. This did not last very long and I felt Martin harden, twitch and release into my mouth. His release was copious and I struggled to swallow it all. Martin's load dribbled out of my mouth and down my cheek.
