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 Guys 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 on my blog.
The Married Guy has been trying to arrange a ‘business’ trip up to Brisbane, the whole COVID thing hasn’t helped, but last weekend we finally lined it up.
I’ve sat down and written about what we got up to in three parts:
- I picked him up from the airport on Thursday morning and we attacked each other when we got to his hotel room in the city. The weekend began with a shock for me when the Married Guy asked me to fuck him for the first time.
- Friday morning we drove ninety minutes north to where I live and after a swim in the beautiful ocean pool we met one of my new, younger, fuck buddies who likes to hang out in the dunes offering blowjobs to anyone who would like one. This was another first for the Married Guy. Getting blown, in public, by a stranger while being watched by strangers.
- Sunday night was the grand sexual finale. I wasn’t sure if the Married Guy would be up for a group fuck session but being away from home and after doing some very gay things since he arrived, he was excited for his first group sex experience. There were five us, two guys in their fifties, two guys under twenty and I’m in my thirties.
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 shake hands like old friends. Anyone looking 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.
We were still on airport property when the Married Guys was undoing my jeans and he was 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 had moved over a year ago and he had a craving for cock.
The drive to his city hotel is 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 two guys checking in with raging hard ons.
We parked, checked in to the hotel. The guy checking us in was discrete and didn’t ask any questions.
In the elevator ride up we managed to keep our hands off each other but the sexual tension was electric. I know my cock was stirring. My cock went from stirring to hard when the Married Guy told me that he would like me to fuck him.
This was news to me, to date the Married Guy had sucked me off but any anal sex had been with me on the receiving end.
The hotel room door had barely closed when we started making out. Our clothes were haphazardly taken off and strewed from the door to the bed where we ended up making out and grinding our cocks together. We were both down to our speedos (we both have a thing for speedos and that is how we met) and socks. I was pretty close to cumming just from the rubbing of our cocks inside our speedos so I broke off our kiss and said we should get in the shower.
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