I was back to my hometown Montreal for a 3-day assignment. I took a few of those as I’m now single and it’s easier to travel.
The day had been long, and getting back to the hotel had been stressful as there was a storm and I was no longer accustomed to driving in the snow.
As I got to my room, I decided to get down to the bar to watch the game and eat a little something.
It was a quiet night – there was only me, the bartender and a guy that looked familiar. As I sat, we started talking. We were both 37, had a similar job, both played hockey and had similar interests in general. Mike also looked like he had a rough day.
“How’s the divorce?” as he looked at the indentation on my ring finger. “Well, it’s rough.” “It’s hard man, but you’ll get through it. I’ve been there. You’re free as a bird now!” “Yeah, I guess.” “I wouldn’t have found Catherine if it hadn’t been for the divorce.”
He then handed me his phone with a picture of a beautiful lady, 10 years older than him or so. “Now that I’ve been with an experienced women, I can’t imagine going back.” She was naked, but hiding her breast with her left arm and her pussy with her right hand. I let our a quick “she’s beautiful” as I handed him the phone back. He felt my discomfort. “No worries man, we’re together now and she loves that I share this picture with buddies.”
An hour or so later, we were still the only clients at the bar. The bartender came to us: “I’d rather get home before the storm gets worse, would you mind? I can get you two to-go beers.” We nodded, paid our bills and headed towards the elevator, each a beer in hand.
Mike pressed the button to the 4th floor. “3rd please.” “Why don’t you come watch the game in my room?”
I’m not into following guys into their rooms, but we were gonna watch the game and drink beers.
He sat on his bed, and I sat on the couch. He opened the TV and tried to find the game… but it seems we don’t get sports channels in rooms.
* “Do you watch porn?” he said, opening his laptop.
* “Sometimes.” I was lying. I watch porn in the morning, during my breaks, when I get back from work and as I lay down for the night.
* “What are you into?”
* “The usual. Blowjobs and handjobs.” I’m not the most experienced when it comes to anything too fancy in bed – I met my wife, ex-wife in high school and we learned what we could.
He laughed as he started an orgy video and he leaned back on the bedhead. “I find watching porn is a good way to unwind.” In such an attempt to unwind, we drank our beers and resumed our bar discussion, with an orgy as background instead of a hockey game. I guess it’s the same as going to an exotic dance bar to banter with buddies?
Then he stood up all of a sudden. His pants showed a big tent. “Do you mind if I..?”
I didn’t have time to think before his shirt was off and his pants were down his ankles. He had a hockey player physique, with broad shoulders and a muscular core. I’m not into men, but I can tell he is attractive. Imagine /u/iamchrismarley with a hairy chest.
He pressed the space bar on his laptop to pause the video and went to the bathroom. I only had a few seconds to think – did I mislead him? Should I exit the room? He has a girlfriend and he knows I was married.
He came back, having lost his pants on the way, but found a bottle of lubricant. What was he expecting from me? He resumed the video.
He poured some lubricant in his hand and started massaging his balls, while smiling at me for what seemed like a minute, but was probably a second. He then went back to the bed. I was still confused, but somehow aroused.
He then started stroking his cock. I wasn’t sure where to look, so I started paying more attention to the video.
“Are you shy? Feel free to make yourself home.”
I stood up, and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I had a big tent in my boxers. I gathered my shaft through the opening and sat down, stroking gently.
“Do you want some lubricant?” He took the bottle with his right hand and poured some in my hand, in a very caring way. I let my boxers down and sat on the couch. He looked at me. I could tell he was attracted to me, the same way I thought he was attractive. Not in a sexual way.
He changed the video to a threesome. We were both gently stroking our own cock from a distance, looking at the video but talking to each other. And maybe looking at each other from time to time.
* “See how they care for her pleasure? And also how the guys care for each other, not sexually but just making sure everyone has fun.”
* “Well it seems sexual if you ask me”
We had a good laugh.
Mike was excited. “The best part is coming up.”
In the video, one guy is pounding the girl, and the other is kissing her butt. He then enters her as the three of them shiver.
I look at Mike. He looks at me. “Double vaginal penetration. Both cocks in her tight pussy.”
I was aroused all of a sudden. Even though we didn’t touch, all of this felt very intimate.
Mike enjoyed my company, but not as much as he enjoyed the video. “Some day, man. My cock in her warm juice, feeling another throbbing cock rubbing against mine, and then feeling him fill her up.”
And then he came. He had four of five big ropes on his hairy belly. He kept on massaging his oily balls, and soon he got up and went to the bathroom.
And then I came.
He got out of the bathroom with a small towel, his cock still oozing. He wiped his cock and belly, and smiled at me.
“Catherine and I talk about it often, but we still haven’t found the right guy.”
I wasn’t sure what it meant, so I smiled back.
He let out a quick “Tongue or towel?” at the same time as he threw me the (slightly used) towel. I didn’t know what to say, so I wiped myself as much as I could with his towel and got dressed.
“When I met Catherine, I had been married, but she made me discover my sexuality. I learned that if something feels right for everyone, you should just do it, even if it’s uncomfortable at first.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant. We were back in our boxers. We drank our beers at watched a few minutes of the video.
* “Hey man, I gotta go, big day tomorrow.”
* “Sure thing, hope you were able to unwind a bit.”
Thinking back, I had had a good time.
* “Yeah, thanks for that.”
* “If ever you’re in Calgary, Catherine and I could show you around!”
And he handed me his business card.
As I got to my room, it struck me. He wants me to fuck his beautiful wife with him.
As I went to bed, I watched a few sloppy seconds videos to help me think straight.
Would I rather be the first one, or the second one?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzsot9/the_day_i_met_mike_mm_straight_soft