The Married Guy is an old fuck buddy of mine. For those who haven't read about our previous shenanigans, nearly two years ago, the Married Guy hit on me at the pool. He liked my AussieBum speedos. One thing lead to another and for twelve months we fucked regularly, usually after our swim in the change rooms or back at my place.
We couldn't go back to the Married Guy's place because, it wasn't something he shared with his wife, or family.
This is how I described the Married Guy two years ago: "He is probably mid forties, just a touch of grey around his close cut hair, masculine for sure, hairy chest but not a carpet, speedo tan from him swimming, my height but a little thicker and pretty fit." He actually turned fifty in January this year and is still swimming and in great shape.
Twelve months ago I moved up to Queensland and while we couldn't meet up for sex like we used to, we kept in touch and he follows my sexual exploits.
The Married Guy has been trying to arrange a 'business' trip up to Brisbane, the whole COVID thing hasn't helped, and last weekend we finally lined it up.
Let me start from the beginning...
Thursday morning, ten AM and I pull up at the airport. I jump out and the Married Guy and I shook hands like old friends. Anyone watching might think it was a son picking up his father from the airport after a business trip. There is a twenty year age difference between us.
Driving away, and still on airport property, the Married Guy was undoing my jeans and started rubbing my cock.
Between gear shift changes, I was rubbing his cock as well. We were both horny. This 'business' trip of his had been planned for over a month and we had both discussed in details what we were going to do to each other. The Married Guy hadn't had any gay sex since I moved over a year ago and he had a craving for cock.
The drive to his city hotel was only twenty minutes or so and half way there we both agreed to calm down a little bit. It would look a little bit dodgy with two guys checking in with raging hard ons.