I was getting ready to go out of town, and my house sitter had come over to spend the night, and start taking care of the house, as soon as she took me to the airport. I had called her the day before, and asked if she wanted to go to one of her favorite bars, to which she replied "YES!"..

So, we went to the bar. I was wearing a Black Adidas tanktop, and a pair of beige shorts, commando, as is my normal state. We got to the bar, said hello to the bartender there, who was a favorite of ours, and sat down. The guy next to my house sitter was a cute guy, I took him to be in his mid to late 30s, which is ok, but to young for me. (I guess I should let you know, I love older men!). My house sitter was all over the place, upstairs and on the main floor, talking to this friend, and that one, which was totally fine with me! I started talking to this guy, and found out he was older then my 41 years.. YAY! I could tell he was commando as well, and in his jeans, could see the way it lay in them. He was wearing a black polo style pull over, and i complimented him on his great choice of clothing. Now, remember, the bar we were in that night, was a straight bar. I figured he would take the compliment, and say thank you, and we would continue talking. Instead, he accepted the compliment, and then said he thought my shorts were just a little to loose, and wondered why. I told him that my balls loved to hang in the breeze.. He looked at me, smiled, and said "Mine Too".. I told him that mine were large, and low hanging, to which he said he would love to see them.

It didnt take a rocket scientist to realize that we both wanted the same thing. I told him that I had to go to the bathroom, and would be right back. I pushed the door to the bathroom open, and walked to an avialable urinal. I unzipped, and pulled it out to piss into the urinal when when the door opened again, and he walked in. I smiled at him, and he took the urinal next to me. As I finished taking my leak, I started to shake to get the last drop. He leaned over, and whispered to me "how about I see those balls of yours?" I reached between my legs, and hauled em out. He reached over, took them in his hand, which was warm, and felt good on my balls. He gave them a heft and a squeeze, which is a major turn on for me. I moaned in appreciation, and started getting hard. I apologized to him for this, and he said "No need to say your sorry, I like what I'm seeing!". I looked over, and saw his nice cock at full mast. He had about 7 inches, thick, cut. and his balls were out as well. I reached over, and took a heft of his balls in my hand. He sighed as I did, and then I reached over with my other hand, and slowly stroked his length. Moaning, he leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. I opened my mouth, and let his tongue do the exploring it wanted, but I wanted more! I ended the kiss, by saying "lets go upstairs, and have a smoke on the steps". He knew that this was an invitation to more, and quickly agreed. We stuffed ourselves back into our clothes, no easy feat given we were both hard, and walked out of the bathroom. I told my housesitter that I was going upstairs to catch a smoke, and she said ok, she was going to sink what we jokingly called "Skaraoke". I grabbed my coke off the bar, and headed upstairs. As I rounded the turn, I looked behind me, and he was about 2 steps below me. I smiled, and kept going. We got to the steps out of the back of the bar, and I headed down to where it was darker, hidden by the buildings. He followed me, and as I reached the dark area, I unzipped my pants, and pulled myself out. I heard his zipper as he did the same thing, and felt his mouth on mine once again. He reached between my legs, and lifted my balls, and I felt his cock sliding between my legs, another major turn on for me, as he was rubbing against my perianum. I moaned, and deepened the kiss with him. I felt his pre-cum on my perianum, and felt him sliding smoothly inbetween my legs. At this point, i knew that if i didnt take off my shorts, I would have his cum as a reminder on my shorts, not a good thing, walking thru a straight bar that way. So I pulled back, and dropped my shorts. Holding them in my hand, I put my arms around him, and felt him slide between my legs again. I decided that this bit of Frottage was going to have to do for us for now. He started to move again, and i could feel him moving even closer to my pucker.. I moaned as his cock slid back and forth, first hitting the back of my balls, and then rubbing my g spot.. he started moving faster, and i tightened up my leg grip on his dripping cock. He pulled me in for a deep kiss, and moaned into my mouth, as he shot his hot load between my legs. I held him in my arms, letting him come down from his orgasmic high, thinking, "O.K., you've had your fun, and I will go home, and jack off". But this was not to be the case. Mike, as I later learned his name was, bent down, spread my legs, and licked me clean of his load. Then, just easily, swallowed me to the root, and flicked his tongue against my balls.. I moaned and squirmed under that hot tongue of his, and he knew how to use it!

I warned him of my impending orgasm, and he just pulled me deeper into his mouth. I gasped as I shot my load into his mouth, 2, 3, 4 major deposits into his hot mouth. I felt his finger go up my hole, and find my joy button inside me,, damn, but he was good as I shot another volley down his throat! He let my softening cock slide from between his lips, and kissed and licked the head and piss slit, to clean me up completely. When he was done, I pulled him back in for another kiss, and tasted both his cum, and my own, on his lips. I pulled his shirt up in the back, and ran my hands under it. As I did, I moaned in Pleasure, because i could feel the dense hair on his back. I wanted even more with him.

We exchanged names and phone numbers, and I asked him what he was doing in this straight bar. He told me it was close to home, and even though he was gay, he enjoyed the company in this particular bar. I agreed with him, as the folks there were quite friendly to everyone. We went back into the bar, promising to call.

I thought he had lost my phone number, when he didnt call for a few days, and didnt return my calls to him. One night, around 2 in the morning, my phone rang, and it was Mike. I woke up instantly, remembering how good he felt in my arms. I asked him what he was doing, and he said nothing, and he was alone. I told him to come over, and gave him directions to the house. He was at the front door in 20 minutes. I answered the door wearing nothing, and he seemed very pleased to see that. We kissed, and I led him upstairs to my bedroom. As we lay on the bed, he started to make love to me, and brought me to such heights, that I thought I would never come down. He was a master at making love. As he shot his load deep inside of me, I knew he was part of my life forever..

Now, hes sleeping in the bed, after having made love to me for the past 3 hours. Am I sore? nope.. hes a gentle lover, and takes his time to make sure that I have my orgasm, and never lets me even touch myself to get me off. Hes never had to touch me.. all he does is make love.. the right way!

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