He's the mid 40s muscle stud daddy who picked me up in the hotel bar. I'm the horny stud muffin, 20 years younger. We'd chatted and joked at the bar, half watching a hockey game on a big screen TV on the wall. We were getting along. I liked his style, his confident, masculine presence, and the way he put me at ease. It was clear he was interested in me, me in my jeans and tight t-shirt under a black sports coat.
When we were a couple of drinks into it I excused myself to hit the head. He came along. We stood side by side at the urinal and after about 3 seconds of pissing, checked each other out. When I felt him look over I stepped back a little and dropped my hand so he could see better if he wanted. I looked at him and he was watching, with a grin on his face. I looked down at his prick, dark and thick, pulsing a fast stream of piss. When he'd squeezed off the last couple of shots he stroked his cock for me, giving me a good look.
He stepped back and zipped up, "lets get out of here," he said.
We didn't say anything in the elevator, just checked each other out. I could tell he was happy to be taking a young, good-looking guy to his room. I felt like it was an adventure. I wasn't all that experienced with guys, but I was a born horn dog and up for just about anything.
He's leaning back on the couch, shirt off. I'm kneeling next to him running my hands over his bare chest and tweaking his nips as we make out. His chest is dark with hair and heavily muscled. His belly is hard and hairy right down to the waist of his trousers. I'm going in for feels of his crotch and am impressed by that big dick of his, half hard under the fabric.
God you are a stud! I said, meaning it as I came up for air from one of those long hot kisses that were making me weak in the knees and hard in my pants. I am so glad I let you talk me into coming up here, I said. I really like hot older men. You are such a man, I said, and I feel like I'm just a kid.
Just a horny kid, I murmured as I went in for another kiss, feeling his hot, hard, hairy chest. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth and I sucked on it, loving it.
We broke. And you are the hottest little boy toy, he said. So smooth and nice. He'd lifted my t-shirt and was running his hands over my chest and belly. His hot, firm touch felt terrific. I could just eat you up, he said.
I leaned back, tore off my t-shirt and leaned forward to press my tit to his mouth. He sucked on to it instantly, sending chills down my spine. I put my hands on the back of his head and pulled him to me. Oh yeah, suck on my nips, lick me, bite me if you want, make me horny you stud, do me good!
He was into tit play or dirty talk, or both because he did me righteous on both nips for a couple of minutes. His avid enthusiasm turned me on as much as anything,
I'd been kneeling next to him, but now I was straddling his leg and it felt good to have his thick, muscular thigh between my legs.
I want to show you something, I said, leaning back and unbuttoning my jeans. I didn't have any underwear on so my cock popped right out. Look how hard I am for you, I said. Look how turned on you've got me! A big drop of precum glistened on my cock head. I put my finger to it, then smeared it on my lips. I went in for another kiss and he sucked and nibbled all over my hungry mouth.
That is a nice dick, he said, pausing and looking down. What are you, seven and a half or something? I grinned. I like having a big dick and I like to have it appreciated.
Yeah, I said. Wanna see? I got off the couch, stood up and quickly kicked off my shoes, socks and blue jeans. It felt great to stand naked in front of him. I teased him with little poses.
