**Note:** Yves, I hope you’re reading this. I cannot get your face out of my mind. The satisfied expression you had with my cock in your mouth, and a little bit of cream in your beard; knowing you had made a man cum. You told me it was your first time sucking dick even though you were in your 40s. Was it true? I changed your name, but you will recognize the Travelodge in downtown and the reference to your cologne (Terre by Hermes)
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I was recently divorced from a woman and getting comfortable with my sexuality. At first, I didn’t dare to have sex with guys irl so I ogled daddies in Tumblr accounts like igotdaddyissues. One day in early May, I finally opened a Craiglist account and went for it.
That’s where I came across a profile of Yves. We traded the usual pictures, but there was a certain elegance to the whole operation. He didn’t send me a dick pic, but rather a picture in his underwear. Thick hairy thighs, tight ass, a bit of belly…and his hand placed like he was about to pull out his cock, but didn’t. I definitely wanted to meet this man in person.
We agreed to meet in the Dominion Square Tavern in downtown Montreal. I arrived there, and it was closed and raining outside. I was maneuvering with my umbrella, and about to text him when I hear someone call my name. It was him: the stereotype of a daddy, tall, with a salt and pepper beard and a suit. He was coming from work.
For some crazy reason I jumped in his car and it felt like we were introducing ourselves while at the same time deciding where to go and fuck. This wasn’t going to be a quiet beer and we both knew it. He had blue slacks on (tight fitting in all the right places) and he smelled of a delicious combination of sweat and cologne. I couldn’t concentrate, and I had a full on erection riding in the passenger car, this felt so wrong and so right.
He took up space in the car, some Audi or BMW or some typical white collar car. As if by accident, he put his hand on my thighs when he laughed or when he took a right. I could feel he was hard too, because he left his phone fall between his legs, and he told me to pick it up from his crotch area to set up the gps.
Our destination was the Travelodge hotel in the Boulevard Rene Levesque in downtown Montreal. He was scared to be seen so he made me pay with my credit card (And then reimbursed me like the gentleman he is) . We went to the 9th floor, got in our room and this manly tall man just hugged me. He said he just wanted to stay like that for a bit, as this was all new to him.
But nature did its thing and we had to pull apart a little to adjust our erections. We both could feel hard. I asked him what was his perfume and that’s when I learned that he used Terre by Hermes. He wasn’t a great kisser at first, which gives credence to his claim that he was new to this; I held his face in my hands and let my tongue work for both of us. He was smiling and a bit gasping for air. He came back for more and tried using his tongue the second time around.
We went into the tiny bathroom and he said we should take a shower. He undressed first, opening his shirt and walking around while adjusting the water temperature. His chest hair coming out of his white shirt? Unfucking real. He caught me staring,
I followed him into the shower which was tiny. We couldn’t even use the soap freely without running into each other’s arms, legs, and hard cocks. When I was busy putting shampoo, he caught me offguard and kneeled and put his mouth around my cock. He made noises, like oooooh yeah, look at this fucking cock…and looked me in the eye while he was sucking me. Half a naughty boy, half a crime-partner who challenged me to be as sexual as I longed to be. Years and years of daddy fantasies in front of me, under a tiny shower in a downtown hotel.
We got out and were like giddy schoolboys enjoying mischief. I asked him to put himself in all fours on the bed, and I licked his ass. My tongue got into a rhythm and he turned into a little bitch that wanted to be fucked. Such a nice change vs. the alpha male that I met a few minutes ago. He swayed his hips back and forth , while I used one of my hands to also cup his balls. We both looked left and realized there was a mirror covering the wall. There was me, with my face buried in his ass, while he closed his eyes in pleasure and moved. He turned around and laid on the bed with his legs spread…there’s something so sexual about a strong man that puts his heels up in the air: a male body asking for a penetration.
He spit in his hand and smeared saliva on my cock, a spontaneous gesture that got me even harder. I put my dick inside of him slowly at the beginning (Fuck me he said, I can take it). Which was my permission to go at it….my balls bouncing against his….embarrassing sounds coming from my mouth or his… closing our eyes in pleasure, or locking our gazes upon each other. Nice to meet you, I said.
He got up and hugged me. Me still hard inside of him. Let’s cum together , he said.
He told me it was my turn to lay down. He opened my legs, and kneeled between them. He kissed my feet, my legs, my knees…and as he was moving around I could feel his hair, or his beard, or his breath tickling my balls. Before I could say anything, he understood that this was my soft spot, and he used his sloppy tongue and planted wet kisses on my balls, before taking my cock in his mouth again. At this point, he was also touching himself, and mumbling things while sucking me…so instead of hearing him….I FELT him say: fuck you are making me cum!
I exploded in his mouth and he was proud of his accomplishment. A 40 something married man, exploring sex with a man in a downtown hotel.