Peter collapsed backwards on the couch, robe hanging open. His wet stiff cock bounced and twitched after the glorious - and embarrassingly brief - blowjob this young man had just given him.
This young man, Dustin, that Peter met less than an hour ago, when Dustin checked him into this hotel room.
Dustin slid a finger along Peter's cock, scooping the last drops of cum, and licked it off his finger.
An hour ago, Peter was on the phone with his wife.
An hour ago, Peter had never thought about kissing another man, let alone shoving his cock in a man's hungry mouth.
He leaned up and kissed Dustin, tasting the remnants of his load in the young desk clerk's mouth. He could feel his hard-on losing some - not all - of its strength, and the last drops of cum oozing out.
As Dustin stood and smiled, Peter was surprised to see that he was still mostly dressed. He had started to tear his clothes off, but got... distracted.
"Oh, that won't do!" he laughed as he grabbed Dustin's pants.
Dustin ran his finger along Peter's cheek and smiled. "I was hoping we weren't done yet."
Peter pulled Dustin's pants down and eagerly looked in his eyes. Dustin met his gaze, put one hand on his shoulder for balance, and stepped out of his uniform.
Peter opened the last button on Dustin's shirt, and slid his hands along his waist. No middle-aged tire, just firm abs with a light fuzz on them. Peter absently ran his hands over Dustin's tummy.
"Wax-on, wax-off?" Dustin laughed.
Peter was embarrassed. "I'm sorry, it's just. I never..." He let his hands linger another moment, and then slid them up to Dustin's taught pecs. His fingers found Dustin's nipples, which stuck up like pencil erasers.
Peter stood, falling out of his robe, and kissed Dustin's left tit. Slowly, tentatively, he opened his mouth and let his tongue find the pert nipple. Just like Margot's, but smaller, tighter, and not drooping... Heavenly.
He circled the nip while Dustin stroked his hair. Rubbing Dustin's right pec, he flicked his tongue up and down - a move that drove his wife wild. From the way Dustin sucked in his breath, he could tell it worked both ways.
He slid his tongue sideways, finding the other nipple, and repeated. He squeezed and pinched Dustin's left tit while nibbling on the right. He could smell Dustin's Old Spice. He never dreamed such a masculine scent would get him so worked up.
He stood, sliding his tongue up Dustin's chest while doing so. Over his Adam's apple - scruffy! - and back up into his waiting mouth. He pulled down Dustin's shirt, and wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist, grinding their chests together.
While Dustin's tongue explored his mouth, he let his hands explore Dustin's back and waist, eventually landing on his tightly coiled ass. He started kneading it, entranced by its firmness.
Dustin moaned in his mouth, pushing their crotches together. Peter felt the heat and stiffness of Dustin through his tight nylon briefs. He never stopped to think about it - he just pushed Dustin back onto the bed.
He leaned down and sucked on Dustin's chest again, blowing on the nipples to keep them stiff. Running one between his thumb and forefinger, he lowered his tongue over Dustin's six-pack.
Peter's tongue followed Dustin's trail to his waistband. He placed his hands on Dustin's thighs and ran his tongue along the waistband. Dustin sucked in his breath again, and Peter marveled at how his abs moved, rippling like a gentle ocean tide.
He slid his hands up the inside of his thighs, pressing down and feeling both the muscle and the fuzzy hair under his palms.
He flicked his tongue in Dustin's belly button as he let his hands glide over the front of his briefs. Dustin groaned as he slid his hand over the hard mound straining against the material. To Peter, it felt like a tremendous monster growing, squirming under the surface. He gave it a squeeze and watched a wetspot grow on the nylon.
Tentatively, he kissed the front of Dustin's briefs. The heat from inside set his neck hairs on end. He slid his tongue over the rough material to the spot and kissed that, pushing his tongue against the salty wetness.
"Oh God, baby..." Dustin reached down for Peter's head, accidentally clapping him in the ears. He spread his legs and pushed his tented briefs into Peter's face; the older man nuzzled the bulge with his cheeks while sliding his thumbs inside the legs.
Here goes nothing, Peter thought, as he brought his hands around and pulled down the underwear. Dustin's cock popped out, standing at attention and twitching in anticipation.
It looked to be about the same size as Peter's, maybe a little thicker, but to his virgin eyes, it was mammoth. He simultaneously didn't know where to begin, and wanted it all at once.
He ran his hand along Dustin's waist and back down to his pelvis. In contrast to his hairy legs, his pubes were trimmed - just a bit longer than peach fuzz. He slid his hand back and forth, wondering if he could get away with that look.
Every time his hand moved, Dustin's cock jumped. Beckoning to him. Waiting.
