Vegas Encounter

I am a walking cliché - a bi-married man in a sexless marriage. Unlike many married bi men, I am not in the closet. While the topic rarely comes up in my everyday life nowadays, I was upfront with my wife about being bi-curious before we married. Her acceptance and support were part of what attracted me to her in those early days.

My first time pleasuring another man's cock came in the early years of our marriage with my wife by my side enjoying it with me. We had a very enjoyable bi threesome with a friend that lasted for about a month before it crashed and burned. It was the only time we played with others.

Fast forward 40 years. My wife is no longer interested in intimacy. In my early life, this would have been the end of our marriage. But I love my wife very much and I have too much invested to throw it all away for a chance at physical intimacy. I'm not built to cheat and loath the thought of lying and sneaking around, so my sex life, such as it is, is limited to those few times when there is near-zero chance of it coming back to bite me.

All that brings me to Vegas. It was a few years before COVID, and my company had a booth at a retail expo. It was my first time there and my first time being away from home without my wife and family in many years.

A few months before I was scheduled to go, I started exploring the possibility of hooking up with someone. I searched online and reached out to a guy who was going to be in Vegas at the same time I was. He was a professor at a College up North. We talked and got to know each other a bit before the trip. He was intelligent, articulate, gay, and a decade or so younger than I am.

I wanted it to be more than a blow-and-go encounter. I won't go so far as to say I wanted a date, but what I wanted was more than just a hook-up. I wanted to get naked and spend some time together.

We met in the casino lobby. He was better looking than I was expecting. He was tall with a thin, muscular frame. I suggested getting a drink, but he was more interested in going straight to the room.

We went up to my suite, and he kissed me. I've never been big on kissing another man, but I was horny and I found myself giving into the moment and enjoying it. Soon, our clothes were coming off. My hands slide into his underwear and for the first time in a long time I had a nice hard cock in my hands. It wasn't just his cock that was hard, his whole body felt like bands of iron muscle. I felt pudgy and out of shape next to him, but he didn't seem to mind. As my hands were enjoying his cock his hands were slipping around mine. My body may have been on the soft side, but my cock was anything but.

My cock is 6" and of average thickness and tends to stick straight up against my stomach when I get hard. His cock was longer, a bit thinner and had a nice curve to the left. Viva la differences! I never met a cock I didn't enjoy and I was really looking forward to enjoying his.

He moved me back and laid me down on the bed. Once again I was struck as to how it wasn't just his cock that was hard, his whole body felt rock hard against mine. He moved between my legs, spreading them with his hips and for a moment I thought he was going to fuck me right then and there. Instead he rubbed our two cocks together. My hands were on his chest, with him lying partially on top of me. He rocked his pelvis against mine, sliding our two cocks over and against each other.

Then he worked his lips down my body. He tweaked and then sucked my nipples while his hand played with my cock and balls. Sometimes his hand would slip between my legs. I found myself spreading for him, practically begging him to play with my ass.

He took his time working his way down to my cock. My hands wrapped around his head as he took me into his mouth. His fingers began to play over my asshole and I was soon moaning my appreciation. I was close to cumming when he stopped. My turn.

I rolled him onto his back and gave him what he had given me. I started by rubbing our cocks together and playing with his nipples. Then I worked my way down his body as he had done to me. My hand slid between his legs and I ran my fingers over his ass. I haven't had a lot of experience playing with another man's ass, but I knew what I liked and I very much wanted to do the same for him. I wanted him as worked up as I was.

Precum made his cock head slick and I savored the taste of it in my mouth. It had been a while since I had a cock in my mouth and I was determined to enjoy every minute of it and to bring him as much pleasure as I could. Now it was my turn to fuck his cock with my mouth and feel his hands on my head and to hear his moans of appreciation. God, I wanted to make this man feel good.

I would have happily stayed just like that until he came, but he moved our bodies around so we were in a 69 on our sides. The next few wonderful minutes were spent sucking and playing with each other. I couldn't get enough of his cock. His mouth felt wonderful, and his hands were doing their magic on my balls and between my legs.

Finally, I could feel myself on the brink. "I'm going to cum." He redoubled his efforts, and I found myself shooting my load into his wonderful mouth. It only made me want his load that much more. He laid back and soon I was rewarded with his pulsing cock shooting waves of cum deep into my mouth.

It was a moment of sated pleasure. Not just because we had both just had a great orgasm, but the whole experience of being wonderfully naked and sprawled out with another man after so long. Of knowing there was no rush to get home. We could just lie there naked and talk and fondle and do it all again if we so chose. And that's exactly what we did.

He told me about his life, and I told him about mine. I shared with him that my first sexual experience was with my stepfather in my late teens. Long story short, eventually my mother caught us, and it destroyed our family. As an adult, I don't condone what he did, but I also don't deny that as a young man, never having had sex, the physical part of what happened was amazing. Part of me always regretted not taking the opportunity to enjoy his cock while I had the chance. I can close my eyes and see his throbbing cock right there waiting and wanting me to take the next step, but I never did.

After a bit, we started playing again. He sat with his back against the headboard and I laid with my head in his lap, his cock buried in my mouth. He stroked my head and back and then said something unexpected. "That's it... suck daddy's cock." I never knew that was a hot spot, but suddenly I was incredibly turned on imagining it was my stepfather's cock I was sucking after all these years. I can't remember all of the events of the evening, but I'll never forget him cumming for me and what an incredible turn on and how cathartic that role play turned out to be.

Our last orgasm of the evening came with me lying on my back, legs spread. He knelt over me and came all over my cock. Watching him cum and feeling his hot load pouring out over my cock and hand was amazing. Using the cum as lube to jerked off as he fingered my ass was beyond amazing. And I just don't have the words to express how wonderful it was giving up my last load of the evening as he leaned down and took me into his mouth.

All of this happened years ago. Contrary to conventional wisdom, what happened that night in Vegas has stayed with me ever since. I'm happy to say we've kept in touch through the years, and I consider him a friend. He's one of the few people in this world I feel I can share my entire secret self with.

My only regret from our time together was that he didn't fuck me. If I ever get that man in a room again, I won't let him go without feeling his cock buried inside me, even if I have to tie him up and impale myself on his cock to do it! And if there is anything on his wish list that I can provide back the other way I look forward to doing it with pleasure.