There was a post on here a while back about married guys, or experiences with having a married buddy, and I told myself I was going to write my experience (if only for my own enjoyment), but never got around to it.

Well, finally, I'm bored (stiff) so here it is.

I answered an ad from a guy who was going to be in my town on business, staying at a hotel near my own office. He said he was married, bi-curious with limited experience, but wanted to explore some desires he'd been having for a long time. I have to admit, I've always had a thing for married guys. It's not the fact that they're married, but rather that they're not so coiffed and manicured and working so hard all the time on their "look," whatever "look" that is.) Besides, I think married guys are the horniest men on the planet... all that pent-up desire and frustration.

So anyway.

He liked my response/stats/pic, and I noted that the hotel he was staying at had an affiliation with my own gym. I suggested that we meet at the gym, shake hands, and proceed to have either our own separate workouts or buddy up. Afterwards, if he was comfortable, we could have a beer in the lounge and see how things went. He said he'd be very comfortable with this, and agreed to meet me.

I should also say that his pic and profile had already got my motors going. He was very much what I find attractive in a man. Early 40's, 6 foot even, bulky and strong with a great chest and big shoulders - but not overly buffed. Dark hair, nice treasure trail from his chest to his belly and downward. One pic of him from behind showed off his very firm butt and a dark shadow of fur between his butt cheeks. Woof!

His profile had said that he was looking for a masculine top man who'd be patient with him, as he was not very experienced (not a total first-timer, but not exactly a power-pig bottom either). He wanted somebody who wouldn't mind him being nervous at first, and who'd get into playing with him slowly. Sounded great by me.

I mentally prepared myself for a frustrating evening, as I fully expected him to either a) not show up, or b) show up and then chicken out. But hey, it's usually me and my right hand anyway, so how could it be worse than that?

He arrives at our agreed meeting place. Holy shit. He's a fucking stud. Much better than the photos had suggested. Now I'm in for trouble. My right hand is going to be tired tonight.

So, we shake hands, and there's a charge in the air - definitely. But I'm wondering if he'll be brave enough to ask me back to his hotel room. Could 2 hours go any slower?

We go to the locker room, change into our gym garb (I got a nice look at that butt in person, and the chest and the back, and a nice thick dick too). Could 2 hours go any slower? I'm never going to make it.

So we have our workouts, sometimes spotting for each other, sometimes just doing our own thing. We talk about work, workouts, travel, just about everything but sex. I'm thinking he might just say, "this has been nice, and it was nice meeting you." But instead, he says "do we get to have that beer now?" Boing!

So we shower (separately, in private stalls).. damn that respectable gym... and meet in the lounge for a beer. He finishes first, and is waiting for me with two cold ones. Nice guy.

I sit down and expect another hour of making him feel comfortable with me. Instead, he pushes my beer toward me and says immediately, in a very muted voice, "I think you are so sexy, and I want you to come back to my room with me." Boing!

Back to the room. Here's where it gets a little tricky. Do I dig into him and rip his clothes off, or do I try to be patient and go at his pace? I decide to let him set the pace. But goddammit, I am eating that butt before I leave this room. He sheepishly says "well, we're all showered, so I can't suggest that." To which I replied, "Why not? That sounds ok to me," figuring it's as good an excuse as any to get the clothes off. He asks if I'll let him watch me undress first, then he'd get in with me. Fine by me, except I asked if he'd unbutton my shirt and unzip my pants for me. Fine by him.

So I kick my shoes and socks off, unbutton the top couple buttons on my shirt, and ask him if he'll help with the rest. I can tell he's kind of trembling and nervous, and I reassure him - I'm as good a buddy as he can get - we don't have to do anything he's not comfortable with. So, he smiles, and comes closer to me - sporting a major bulge in his trousers, I might add, and helps me out of my shirt, undoes my belt, and unzips my fly, then backs away. Standing there shirtless, pants already open, I just let them fall to the floor. I've got major wood in my shorts now, so there's no point in hiding it. I pull off my boxers and let him look at my dick - as his eyes haven't left my crotch since he unzipped my pants anyway.

Will this do? I ask him innocently.
Ohhh yeah he says. Right answer!

I step in the shower, and suggest it's now his turn. He's out of his shirt in a flash, pants on the floor, and shorts on the doorknob in seconds flat. He steps into the shower, runs his hands over my shoulders, down my chest, down the front of my thighs, and back up to my dick. He's got both of his hands on my dick now, jacking me back and forth, breathing much heavier. I put my hand around his cock, which is not that long, but is very very thick, now that it's fully hard. He moans and closes his eyes to enjoy the feeling of a man's hand on his rod. The water is hitting him in the middle of his chest, and it runs down his hairy front, soaking his dark bush. Woof, that's a nice sight. We play with each other's nipples, stroke each other's dicks, push chest to chest, dick to dick for a while. Then, he kneels down in front of me. Slowly and carefully, he opens his mouth and takes my cock inside, letting it slide in slowly as far as he can take it. God, for a man with little experience he sure is good at that! Fuck!

Now, while I love to fuck, there is nothing that can make me cum faster than a good blowjob. And this, folks, was a good blowjob. Needless to say, I had to stop him after a few minutes of first-rate sucking. I complimented him on his skills, and said I think he may have more experience than he admits. Another sheepish grin. He stood up, and I turned him around and knelt down myself, face to butt with that beautiful furry crack. I pushed on his lower back to suggest that he bend over a bit to give me access to it. He spread his legs a bit and leaned over, putting his hands against the shower wall. I put my hands on his firm cheeks, spread them apart and had a look at a gorgeous tight pinkish hole. As I started to lick up and down his crack, he started to moan. When I touched my tongue to his hole the first time, he let out a louder moan. By the time I was reaming him good with my tongue, he was making so many grunts and groans I thought security would be knocking on the door.

When I came up for air, he said, "I want you to go slow, but I really want you to fuck me on the bed." Bingo. We have liftoff.

Forget the towels. Out of the shower, and into the other room. He's got condoms and lube in his bag by the side of the bed, which he throws on the nightstand. I ask him if I can continue what I was doing in the shower for a bit. Absolutely, he says, and he's up on the bed, on all 4's, holding on to the headboard in no time. I dive back into him, and I'm thinking I'm going to have to put a sock in his mouth he's groaning so much. Can you tell I like moaners? It just turns me on more. OK. Enough of that, I want my dick in that hole. Repeatedly. I grab a condom, tear it hopen, roll it on. I grab the lube, and reassure him... I'm just going to let you set the pace - go as slow as YOU like. I ****** a bit of lube in my hand, grease up my cock, and work some around his hole, and just inside. I rub my lubed cock back and forth on that furry crack, enjoying the sight of his hairy crack all matted and greasy. I line up my dick with his hole, and he is gently rocking back and forth - his hole just touching the tip of my dick and then back. Each time, he'd go a little further, until just the tip of my dick entered him. My dick sort of tapers slightly from top to bottom, getting thicker as you go down. I've been told it's a very pleasurable experience upon entering, as the bottom man gets stretched wider and wider the deeper I go. By the time he was getting me half way in, he was rocking rather quickly, riding me back and forth, but only half way. To suggest he take me deeper, I held his ass firmly in my hands when he rocked back, but didn't let him go. Instead, I slowly pulled him closer to me, entering him all the way.

Ohhhhhhhh god. Ohhhhh god. Ohhhhh fuck that feels so good. Now, that's what I like to hear. Ohhhhh yeahhh. Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck.

I did exactly as I promised. Very slowly, I pulled almost all the way out of him, and very slowly pushed all the way back into him.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh was my payoff with each motion. Go faster, and I'd get Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh. Slower, and I'd get Uuuhhhhhhhh.

I didn't expect him to be able to take me for that long, so I reached around and started jacking him with each stroke. He began to ride me even faster, bucking back against me as I jacked him off from behind. In a few minutes, I could feel his Uhhh, Uhhh, uhhh, start to get louder and more desperate - signaling he was going to cum. I let him do the jacking at this point, and put my hands on his butt and started to bang him harder now - which he ate right up. He leaned forward, head down in the pillow and screamed full volume as he shot all over the bed. I pulled out, pulled off the rubber, and instantly shot all over his lower back. My first thought... this is like the great restaurant you go to on vacation. Sort of sad, because you know you're going to crave this dish when you get home, and you won't be able to find it anywhere.

As it turned out, he was on a business stint on an off for about a year. We got together about a dozen times during that stint, but I haven't seen him in about a year now. But when I see a guy who looks like him at the Lowes or the Home Depot with his wife and kid, I always smile.

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