EDIT: I guess I should specify - This is a true story. It happened a few days ago. If there is a part 2, it would likely be tonight...

A little background: I'm a divorced (currently single) heteroromantic bi guy. (I don't have an interest in dating men, but I do like having sex with them...) I have been in the swinger lifestyle for well over 10 years. Had my first m/m experience 24 years ago (I am now 46) and 90% of the time I play with couples. It's rare that I play 1:1 with single guys, not because I don't enjoy it, but because I get enough action with m/f couples and that's my preference.

This guy contacts me on one of the swinger sites a couple of weeks ago... He lists himself as straight, but a lot of bi guys do that because of the double standard in swinging where the girl is supposed to be bi and the guy is supposed to be straight. I list as bi, so a good portion of the people I play with contact me first.

His pictures were decent. He was better than average looking, very tall (6'4") and lives in another city but said he was working of & on in the city where I live. Since my preference isn't for single guys, I told him that it's not my general preference, but I had no problem meeting him since he was local and he was nice enough to make contact. I always want to meet people in public first before agreeing to hook up, mostly to ask questions about their experience, what they are looking for, and so that I can get an idea of what they want from me. Also, to make sure they aren't trolls or worse, Republicans.

He was getting in yesterday evening and is only in town until Thursday. He'll be back next Sun-Thurs too, but that's his last trip here for this job. He's staying at one of the nicer hotels in town, one of the few that has a bar in the lobby. I agreed to meet him at the bar, thinking it would be slow (Memorial day) and if we both felt it, his room was right upstairs. I got there about 10 minutes early and ordered a beer. It was more crowded than I thought it would be, and that I had hoped, because I wanted to be able to talk freely without old people sitting 4 feet away.

I saw him approach the bar and I could tell it was the same guy, but the pictures weren't totally accurate. I know what you're probably thinking, but no, he was not fat and ugly.. This guy was way hotter than the pictures I had seen. He's a few years older than me, 51, but definitely does not look it. I look young for my age, so it was nice to see someone else that wasn't old for their age. He was hot. Tall, with light blue eyes and he obviously hadn't shaved in a day or so, but it looked good on him. Dark hair, only slightly grey in a couple of spots. Imagine Mike Rowe and Jon Hamm having a kid, and that's what he looked like. (probably 40 Rowe/60 Hamm) I call him Mike Hamm. ;)

We had a couple of beers while we tried to talk about "stuff" without giving ourselves away, and he was smart enough to follow along and I was able to talk about some of my experience and find out about his. I've been in the LS for 13 years and he's been in it for like 4 months. I kind of felt like I should do what I can for this poor guy just starting out, and what better way than to give him...well, whatever he wants! We talked for about an hour and twice during the conversation he touched my leg. I knew he was interested, and even though I hadn't planned on hooking up I wasn't going to let this one slip away. I went to the restroom and when I came back, he was gone. His beer was still there, but I didn't see him pass me, so I was a little nervous that he had bailed. I sent him a message (kik) saying "That bad, Huh? ;) " and waited to see if he came back. A couple of minutes later he did, apparently he was out smoking. (Not a dealbreaker, but...)

Soon after, he glances down and says "Looks like you've got big balls." (That should be the universal phrase for "let's go up to my room and blow each other!") and I suppose I do, but I offered to let him see for himself, so we quickly paid the bar tab and went to his room.

We got to the room and took turns in the restroom, and when he came out I was sitting on the bed waiting for him to make the first move. I figure he contacted me and it's his room so I'll let him take the lead. He starts rubbing my leg as I'm taking my shirt off. We were both wearing shorts and those were gone pretty quick. He was at full mast and he definitely did not disappoint. He was a solid 7.5" and thick. I'm 6" around (but just under 7") and I estimate by my own comparison that he was about the same girth as me.

He doesn't have a lot of experience with guys. Mostly sporadic over the years except when he was married. He's never done anal, but he said he wanted to try. I hadn't brought any lube or condoms, so I told him we'd have to save that for later. I wasn't planning on getting this far, or I definitely would have brought supplies.

He starts blowing me and I get to full erection and he's leaking pre-cum all over the place. I have had some good practice over the years so I have learned to DT pretty well as long as the girth isn't too big. It was definitely a challenge, but I was able to get it all the way in, although only briefly because my gag reflex kept kicking in. I did all the usual tricks to get him off and apparently I did something right because he came after only a few minutes. He gave me plenty of warning but I didn't let up. He must have cum straight down my throat because I didn't really feel or taste anything (a little but not much) which is actually preferable for me. I rarely let guys cum directly into my mouth (I prefer cleaning up the ladies after their husband has finished) but this guy was super hot and we were getting along really well.

I don't cum easily, and I usually tell people the first time that if I don't that they shouldn't worry about it. He wanted my cum, but I think he was tired after traveling all day and it would have been more work for him, so we called it quits.

We talked for a while longer and since he wanted another smoke, he went down in the elevator with me. We talked a bit more, nothing serious, mostly mutual interests and work stuff. He asked me to come back to visit before he left town but I have a full schedule while he's here and wasn't sure if I would have time before he left. He's coming back next week but I'm having minor surgery on Tuesday and he's leaving on Thursday. Our schedules just aren't lining up very well...

I did decide that I was going to make time tomorrow evening so that he could return the favor (his words, not mine) and I also totally want to make out with him, even if he is a smoker. I'll make sure I'm better prepared so that if he wants to try fucking me, we'll be able to go for it.

Hopefully there will be a Mike Hamm Part 2!