One Night in Bango

Many thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing.

"Hey, Dad, my flight has changed and now my layover in Bangkok tomorrow will be almost 24 hours. Want to come over there too?"

Readers who are expecting a juicy father-son story will be disappointed. I am already 69 years old and look for my dates in the age group of 50 and up. I won't say that I immediately turn down an offer from a younger man, but he shouldn't be too much younger. And as for my son: he doesn't even know that I occasionally roll around with a man, and besides, I like to keep the tasks of father and sex buddy separate.

"I'll see if I can arrange that."

Bangkok is much closer than his home in Europe, but still a few hundred miles from where I live, so I can't just drive there. But I was lucky. From the small airport nearby I could book a flight for a reasonable price. After I let my son know, I immediately went to SilverDaddies to see if a date could be arranged for after he had to go to the airport again and I would stay in a hotel for a night.

I found a few men I had been in contact with before, and they had said they would like to meet up sometime. But as so often happens, there were a few who couldn't make it, a few who didn't respond at all, and finally two who would let me know what would be a good place and time for them.

The next morning I met my son at the airport. We had lunch together in the city, visited a museum, talked a lot and after an early dinner he got back in a taxi to the airport for his flight. I went straight to my hotel room and fired up my laptop. In the meantime, I had already noticed on my phone that my inbox remained empty. And again, no message had been received from the two who were supposed to make contact.

I decided to go through the list of travelers on SilverDaddies again, selected by date and presence in Bangkok. Among all the hits, there was one that really appealed to me. A fifty-something, with a friendly photo, not particularly dominant, but a preference for being top, and an inviting text in his profile. I sent him a message.

"Hi, more or less unexpected; I'm in Bangkok this weekend. Arrived this morning, and back tomorrow evening. I will have some time tomorrow till about 4PM. Let me know if you'd like to share a coffee or a beer and see if we want more to share ;-). Frank."

His reply came quickly:

"Hi Frank, oh that's all very interesting. I'm not sure it quite fits in, but maybe. Where are you staying in Bangkok? Jeff."

"I'm staying in a guesthouse at the river, close to the big bridge. I'll attach the location on Maps. No plans for tomorrow yet. If you know what time suits you, I can easily adapt to that."

"You are very close. I am in a little guest house about a 5-minutes' walk from there. I'm supposed to be meeting a friend tomorrow, but not sure if that will actually happen."

Of course I didn't want to risk losing this chance for a meetup; so I replied quickly.

"Can you come right now? Or later tonight?"

"I have some time free now. Can you host in your hotel room?"

"I think it's no problem. Maybe meet outside first. It can be a search to find the room. And Maps does show a road that's not there. I will give you the Maps location of a small bridge here around the corner. I'll wait for you there."

"Yes, I can make that. I'll be there in 10-15 minutes. On the bridge?"

"Okay, I'll be there."

I got dressed and walked to the small bridge. After a few minutes, I saw Jeff walking towards me. He was easy to recognize from his profile picture, and I was also easy to recognize from my beard. And besides, there were no other men waiting for sex on that bridge.

We shook hands, introduced ourselves again, and walked, chatting about this and that, to my guesthouse. Jeff asked if I was allowed to bring guests to my room.

"I didn't ask," I laughed, "but if we just walk upstairs talking, I don't think anyone would say anything. Two old men, no one would look into that. If you would be a young ladyboy, they most probably might stop us."

As I expected, the receptionist greeted us kindly as we passed and we could walk to my room without any problems.

We wasted no time in formalities, but immediately undressed. Jeff told me that he had seen in my pictures on SilverDaddies that I had let myself be tied up. I said that I do find that very exciting, but because my trip had been so unexpected, I had not brought any rope or anything. He told me that he also liked some kinky things, but because we started caressing each other, the conversation pretty much came to an end.

Jeff's mouth sought mine. Strangely enough, I have always been a bit reserved about kissing. I actually find it much more intimate than sex and therefore usually reserve it especially for my life partner. But now I went along with it and I have to say that I enjoyed it much more than I had expected.

We fell onto the bed and started massaging each other's cocks and balls. With small jerks they started to get harder. I played with my tongue around his glans, and then dared to ask the question that had been on my mind for a while.

"Do you mind if I take pictures?"

"Not at all," he replied. "I'd like to take some myself."

I stood up and set my phone to take a picture every 30 seconds. Then I positioned it so the bed was in full view. Jeff had laid down on his back. I got down on my knees between his legs and bent over so I could suck his cock to full size and strength with my mouth.

Then he got up and crawled over to me, until we were both on our knees, belly to belly. As he pressed his mouth to mine again, our hands sought out each other's stiff cocks. I grabbed both of our poles at the same time and massaged them. A moment later, Jeff took over from me, and we took turns like that a few more times.

While I was still on my knees, Jeff rolled over so that his face was right in front of my stiff pole. He immediately took it in his mouth and started playing with it. I groaned at the heavenly feeling he was causing.

"Can you caress my nipples?" he whispered, "I have very sensitive nipples."

I did as he asked and saw a shiver go through his body. As I sat on top of him, with my cock in his mouth and my fingers playing with his nipples, he started caressing mine too. What an indescribably blissful feeling!

After a few minutes of pleasuring each other, Jeff fell back. I got on my knees over him, grabbed both of our cocks in my hand, and started jerking them off at the same time. His hand joined mine. and we played with each other, moaning.

Jeff's pole was now really at full strength and I could no longer control myself. I had to taste and feel the whole thing inside me. I didn't hesitate, bent over him, took his big cock in my mouth, and jerked my head forward so that I could feel his balls hitting my chin. Playing with my tongue, I ran my lips along the entire length of his shaft in long strokes.

Despite his squirming, Jeff had managed to grab his phone and film me doing my job. After he put his phone away, I turned around, without letting his pole slip out of my mouth, so that I was sitting with my knees on either side of his face. He immediately took my cock between his lips and so we were able to enjoy for a while the position that is called the same as my current age.

I felt Jeff was on the verge of cumming. His moans grew louder, his movements wilder.

"Can I cum on your body?" he groaned.

"You can cum anywhere you want."

"On your face?"

"Wherever you want."

"Then please lie on your back now."

I did as Jeff asked. He knelt down next to my face and as his cockhead moved over my face, he began jerking himself off. His hand moved faster and faster, until he suddenly stopped. With a loud groan, he shot jets of cum into the corner of my mouth and into my beard. He then leaned forward, stuck his tongue in my mouth and stirred it in his own cum. Then he got up again and pushed the tip of his still rock-hard cock through his cum and into my mouth. In the meantime, he had grabbed his phone again and made close-ups of it. I licked the cum eagerly and was totally excited by the idea that this was all being recorded.

Finally, he fell back on his back to enjoy it a little longer. I sat next to him on the bed, and as we talked, his cum seeped through my beard and dripped onto my stomach.

"You didn't cum," he said, looking a little guilty.

"It's okay," I replied, "I enjoyed it immensely. Cumming is great, but it doesn't always have to be the end goal."

After he had dressed, I walked with him to the door; still naked, and with his juices dripping down my body. For a moment I considered walking with him to the stairwell. In a Dutch hotel I might have dared to do that, but here in Bangkok I thought it was a bit too daring. I watched him go, then got into the shower, jerked myself off and came wonderfully, dried myself off, got dressed and then walked to Khao San Road to get something to eat.

I was only in town for 2 days and unfortunately, I couldn't arrange to meet again the next day. But I went home with an unforgettable memory.