Mustang GT

I was out of town on a road trip and had to stop for gas along the way. I stopped at a large service station, one of those with a McDonalds in it, and was pumping gas when a guy driving a Mustang GT stopped beside me at the pump. He was younger, maybe 45 and looked well groomed and I don't know why I asked him a couple of questions about his car. We got to talking and here and there he touched my shoulder or my hand and on an impulse I touched him, a hand on the shoulder, and he did not step back. I asked him to show me his car, and he invited me in.

We exchanged names. I explored him and he explored me. For my 60 years I am in generally good shape and it had been a while since I had a pure play sex experience. I confess that I am married, married for over 30 years, but since my earliest memories I have always enjoyed the company of another male. An erect penis does something to me and enjoy giving it my best attention, holding it, caressing it, kissing it, sucking it, swallowing it. I am a confirmed cock sucker and I have been sucking cock since my school days. And here, unexpected in the middle of the afternoon a pure opportunity was presenting itself. I could feel it.

I let him touch my hand which I had rested on the gear shift. I asked him to take off his sunglasses and show me his eyes. His eyes were light brown, and sparkled when we talked. I asked him where he was going, if he was in a hurry, that I wanted to stop on my way and get a cup of coffee, and with his hand still on mine, he agreed to join me. What was going to happen I didn't know, I could just feel a connection.

We went into the McDonalds and he bought the coffee and we went to sit towards the back where we could talk. We talked about a lot of things, starting with the Mustang, and about what we did for a living, our fingers touching now and again. He asked me if I had ever done something on an impulse. I wanted to say to him that on an impulse I wanted to suck his cock, I wanted to get naked with him, and feel him, have him touch me and kiss me and let me suck his cock. But we beat around the bush, we did not talk about what this was all about. How to brake the ice, that was my problem, how to get him to understand that I was in a very cock sucking mood.

Our coffee was gone, and we still just talked nonsense, I had to break the ice, I looked across the freeway and there was a Comfort Inn, a place to go. So throwing caution to the wind, I asked him if he was in a hurry, that maybe we could take a time out from out trip and get to know each other better. He said he had some time, but he needed to be at his destination that night. My heart dropped, I had worked myself into believing that here at this spot on the road was a chance to get some man time, to get some cock, to get naked and spend some time skin to skin. We walked back to the cars, he opened his door and sat in the car, I just leaned down and kissed him on the lips, and then went outside of my comfort zone, and said I wanted to suck his cock, to take a time out from the trip. Right there across the street was a place we could go, and if he was willing we could have a nice break before we got back on the road and went to our destinations.

I held my breath, I looked in his eyes, I wanted to kiss him again, so I whispered to him, lets be spontaneous and do something neither of us had planned on when we left on our trip. He answered for me to lead the way and he would follow. I got in my car, and headed to the stop light to get across the road, and saw him slowly pull in behind me and he followed me to the motel. I went in a checked in and got the room and went out to him still sitting in his car and told him the room number and asked him to follow me and park.

We went to the room, and stepped in. It was dark, the drapes were closed, and we stepped in. I don't recall any small talk, just eye contact and I asked him to let me see him, to let me see his cock. He said nothing, I stepped over and kissed him on the lips again, a long kiss, I could feel my heart pick up a beat. He broke off the kiss and said he had to pee, and walked into the bathroom and stood there and peed without closing the door. I could see his cock in the mirror, he was uncut and he had a dark brown cock. It was about then that I felt maybe he had latin blood in him, maybe it wasn't a tan.

When he came out he asked me what I liked to do, what was my pleasure. I told him that I had a penis fetish, that it had been my fetish since I could remember. That I found a penis exciting, an erect penis erotic, that I got great pleasure out of sucking cock. He told me that he was not used to being on the receiving side, that he was a confirmed top. But that he had never topped on an older man. I felt myself breathe deep, it had been a long time since I had been fucked. I was and am a bottom, and a strong top was a pleasure that had eluded me for quite some time as I grew older. I had not been fucked in so long and here for this moment this was what he was talking about. I am not a top, but I've had to top to get some action, to get to suck cock. I am a bottom, I have always been a bottom.

He took of his shirt and told me to take mine off, and when I did he walked over and pinched my nipple and with the other hand he cupped my cock and pushed me on the bed and he kissed me hard while he grabbed my crotch, his tongue broke through my lips. He was already erect, I could feel it against my leg, but I was not in a position to grab him, to get his cock out and put my lips on it. He had me at a disadvantage, he unbuckled my belt and pushed my zipper down and grabbed my naked cock in his hand and went down and sucked on my cock and I felt his finger move down and push against my hole. It was like an electric shock, it was so good I couldn't help but gasp.

He pulled my pants and boxers off and I lay before him naked but he still had his pants on, his erect cock pushing against his pants. He licked his finger and pushed it up against my hole and I felt him push his finger in, he fingered me and pushed his finger in deep. I tried to grab his cock, but he kept it away from me. He told me to turn over and to raise my rump, I complied, how could I not comply, I spread open my knees, then I felt it, his lips and his tongue against me, licking my hole, kissing it, sucking it. All along he stroked me with an experienced hand. He didn't talk. It had been many years since I was reamed, I could hardly remember just how good it felt. His hot lips and strong tongue.

I felt him pull up to me and I didn't even notice that he had lowered his pants and he pushed his cock up against my hole. He dropped some spit on my back and spat again to add some lubrication on his cock, and then he lifted himself on his knees and pushed his cock up against me and slowly he began to penetrate me, to push his cock inside of me, it felt like it was too big, but he pushed and got some leverage and I felt it go in further and further until he was all the way in, and then he started to fuck. I couldn't think of anything other than his cock inside pushing and thrusting, taking his time as he got up to where he was no longer able to hold it and he came in a series of hip thrusts.

He pulled out, and leaned down for one last kiss on my hole, and laid back on the bed beside me. I looked at him, this man that I had not known two hours before. I got up and went to the bathroom and ran the hot water and moistened a towel and returned to the room and with the hot towel cleaned him and thus able to hold his cock, to gently squeeze it, to pull his foreskin back and clean the head, and as he lay back I lowered my head and was then able at last to suck his cock. It was limp, so I sucked it gently, using my tongue as much as I could, feeling every bit of his cock with my lips and with my tongue. I sucked him until he pulled my head back and let me know that he didn't want any more.

I stayed naked, I wanted to be naked. I wanted him to be naked. I wanted to go over to him and kiss his cock, to give him a return pleasure. I had never reamed a man, but I wanted to do to him what he had done to me. But he would not let me touch him. The silence was so heavy. I had to accept his wish.

He turned and got dressed and left me naked there, I walked him to the door, and before he went out he pushed his finger against my hole and fingered me a bit, not a word. That was my goodby. I heard the Mustang GT start up and the deep sound of its engine hit the gas as he went through the light and got back on the freeway and on his way.