I (30m) don't go out much, nor at all. I mostly stick to my games and such, but I decided to be adventurous and see what life had to offer. I hopped on my moped and went out in to the city - people raved about this little dive around the corner, I went to see what was up. The music was blaring, people everywhere. It was a bit claustrophobic but I endured it to get out of my comfort zone. I picked an empty stool and asked the Bartender for a bottle of Corona. From the corner of my eye, I observed my surroundings carefully for anything making sure I was safe and unbothered. A few sips into my bottle, someone sat beside me. Masculine, dark skinned, tight clothing. He was in his mid to late 40s from what I overheard, he looked a bit intimidating but I nodded he nodded back. A mutual understanding between us, I don't normally engage conversation at first but I had to ask him about the shirt he was wearing. It read: "Ask me about my ass." Novelty t-shirts like that always got a chuckle out of me. He responded after taking a sip.

"You're the first person to actually take my shirt seriously." I laughed that off and continue to eye him up and down, my mind racing with multiple thoughts. I was always a guy who was into women but something about this guy sat right with me. Every time I come across the thought of fucking another man I throb. My response to him was: "Tempted to see if the shirt fit the description." Corny, I know. But we were hitting it off. A few drinks and four tequila shots later...we rented a hotel room. Things started off slow, making out, rubbing one another -- I had my hands on his tits as he had his on my cock.

Grunting and groaning filled the room we were in, his lips danced on my skin as he dry humped my leg feeling that dick of his rub up against my side was warm. An unfamiliar feeling, I pressed my cock up against his; my fingers pinched his nipples as I slid my tongue down his throat. I was starved for something but I couldn't remember. Everything was going so well, we were both lust filled beasts groping and kissing on one another. To think this man I met at a bar got me riled up, filled to the brim with unfathomable lust. He pulled away from me only to back himself up into the bed, he tilted his head back with a very feminine moan. Fuck he got me. I thought to myself, jerking my cock. At the time, I wasn't entirely certain if I was straight or Bi but this man was giving me something to think about. My breath was shaky as I pulled myself on top of him my lips traced along the veins of his muscular neck -- adjusting my member I pressed it against his hole.

I looked him in the eyes, I went in bare. That's when I knew this hook up didn't feel like a hook up anymore. It felt like something we both wanted. Like something we craved. As I thrusted my cock inside him, he began to pant as if he were a bitch in heat; needy moans exhaled from his lips as I kissed him. Older men -- I thought to myself: "Are fucking hot." Especially if they're bottoms. While ramming his tight hole, I felt my pre cum spill from the tip of my manhood. I was close to cumming but I wasn't going to give in that easily.

I lifted him up in order to put him on my lap. He bounced comfortably, begging me to go deeper. But I was already as deep as I can be, did he want me to tear his insides apart? Minutes turned to hours, positions have been swapped I had already lost track of time. What was once a simple night out at a bar turned into something else. I had him pinned against the bed his face against the pillow as I shoved my cock balls deep inside his hole. At this point, he was telling me to breed him further.

His voice was deeper than my own, hearing him beg like a woman wired my brain to cum. My seed would spill from his hole as I pulled out...I didn't expect to enjoy it this much but as I lay next his limp body I had already seen that he came as well. Both satisfied we rested together, kissing and cuddling.

This dainty hotel room became somewhat of a calming change of pace in the rut that was once my old life. I keep up with him every so often, I knew he wasn't going to be some random one night stand. Should our paths cross again, I'll have another part to our meet up. I just can't stop thinking about his ass, it keeps me up at some nights.