I work away a lot. My name is Tom and I’m forty-eight, married, living a standard boring life of work, the pub, and not much else.

Over the last couple of years I’ve had a few bi experiences. It’s been nice to feel wanted, and I’ve enjoyed the feeling of being with another man.

A few weeks ago I was off to a work meeting in Ireland. It was a good chance to get away and have some fun.

I landed early in the morning and went straight to the office for a full day looking at spreadsheets and talking about numbers. It was mind-numbing. The only bright spot was a new Irish girl who had joined the company. Eleanor, about twenty-five, cute face, brunette, five foot, perky tits and a tight arse.

I spent the day imagining getting her back to my hotel and fucking her, wondering if she loved sucking cock and riding.

Back in the room I was bored. The day drifted by and we were finally finished by about five, then on for a meal to talk more about numbers.

I tried to get next to Eleanor but failed, and instead got stuck with a geek talking about Star Wars or something.

The meal finished and Eleanor left straight away. My dreams of a hot night of Irish sex went with her. I was free to go back to my hotel alone and frustrated.

I got to the hotel, checked in, freshened up and headed to the bar. I fancied a couple of drinks to relax before bed. A couple turned into about five or six.

I was now pretty drunk. I looked around the bar at a load of businessmen looking as bored as me. The barmaid was a sexy little blonde. I wondered if she would be up for a night of passion after her shift. I imagined pounding her hard from behind, her screaming my name as I came deep inside her.

She finished her shift so that dream was over. There were a couple of older women in the corner. Maybe they were still up for it and I could talk them into a threesome. They went off to bed, so even that wasn’t happening.

I was bored so I decided to download a gay hook-up app that I’d used it a couple of times before. I thought at least I might be able to talk dirty to someone. I clicked on the app and logged in.

I’m not particularly attracted to men. I just have a thing for cock sometimes. Maybe too much porn, or just the desperation of a sexless marriage. I love online chat, so what else was there to do on my own?

Once logged in, the screen filled up with men near me. A lot of pictures of cocks, some big ones too.

Straight away a profile stood out. It had no picture but they were fifty metres away. I looked around the bar to see if anyone looked the likely person. No one stood out.

Maybe the barman, but he didn’t have a phone. There was a fat guy in the corner but I didn’t fancy him on top of me.

I clicked on the profile and clicked to send a message.

“Hey,” I wrote, and waited.

Nothing for about five minutes. I carried on drinking and browsing profiles. I got a few messages, a few cock pictures and a request to meet and pee on someone. It wasn’t going great.

I thought it was time for bed when I got a response.

“Hey, how are you?”

“Good thanks,” I responded. “Seems we’re close. What you looking for?”

About thirty seconds later:

“I’m staying at the Hilton. Are you?”

“Yes,” I responded.

“Great. I’m Marco. I’m here on business and looking for some discreet fun.”

“Me too,” I responded. “I’m not very experienced though.”

“Me either. I’m married so need to be discreet,” he messaged.

“Wow, me too.”

“Great.” He then sent a nude picture.

Marco was stood naked in front of a mirror. He looked about thirty, around six foot, stocky toned body, looked like he worked out. Looked very Italian with a little beard. Swinging between his legs was what I really noticed. His cock was soft but looked massive, must have been seven or eight inches, and fat. Fuck, I thought. I’m pretty small so this looked impressive.

“Wow, you’re fit,” I messaged, not really sure what to say to another married guy.

“Thanks. Send a pic.”

“I’m at the bar, I can’t,” I messaged.

“Ok cool. Describe yourself.”

“I’m 5’8, white, average build, decent looking,” I messaged.

“Ok cool. Want to come up to my room?”

Fuck, this was getting serious. Messaging and chatting was one thing. Meeting in person was another. I’d been with a couple of guys so wasn’t totally inexperienced, but it was still scary, and on a work trip.

Trying not to make a decision I messaged, “What you like to do?”

“Not really sure. I’m pretty inexperienced.”

That put me at ease.

“Me too,” I messaged back.

“We could learn together,” he messaged.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

We started to have a bit of rapport.

“Ok, give me your room number and I’ll be up in ten minutes.”

“Great. Room 528.”

Fuck, this was happening. I started to panic. What was I doing? Shit, just go to bed and sleep, my rational brain said.

Nope, let’s go, my idiot brain said.

I finished my pint and ran to my room to clean my teeth and put on some aftershave. I took a deep breath and said, “Let’s go.”

I walked to the lift, my heart was pounding and I nearly stopping breathing.

I got out of the lift, walked down the corridor and knocked on the door. Fuck, what was I doing?

Marco opened the door.

“Hey, I’m Tom,” I said. This felt really awkward.

“Come in.”

I walked past him into the room. There was a big double bed in the middle, like any standard hotel room.

He looked slightly taller in real life, taller than me and well built. I felt quite small in his presence.

My mind was racing. Not being gay or ever having had a gay relationship, I didn’t really understand the dynamics of a man-to-man meet. Who decides who’s on top?

However, I felt straight away he was more dominant, both physically and personality-wise. I felt pretty submissive just in his presence.

We made some awkward small talk.

“You married?”

“Yeah."

"Me too.”

“Do this before?”

“A couple of times."

"Yeah, me too. I’m not gay.”

“No, me either.”

Eventually I thought it was time to do something.

“Shall we get naked?” I said.

He immediately looked relieved the talk was over.

“Yeah.”

I slipped off my shirt to reveal my pretty average body. He took his off and he was toned and muscular.

I dropped my jeans and stood in just my boxer shorts. He dropped his jogging bottoms.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath so his beast of a cock flopped out. It looked even better in real life.

“Wow, that’s a beast,” I said.

“Thanks,” he laughed. We were starting to relax.

I felt embarrassed dropping my boxer shorts. Being only around four inches I felt tiny.

I stood facing him naked. I was shitting myself.

He walked to me. Not sure what was going to happen, he planted a kiss on me and we started passionately kissing. I never expected to enjoy kissing a man but here I was, tongues in each other’s mouths. It’s so much different kissing a woman. The feeling of his beard and the power of him.

We kissed passionately for a few minutes. He put his big arms around me. It was now perfectly clear I was going to be the submissive one.

I ran my hands over his body and back and he did the same. My cock was immediately rock hard.

I then took his cock in my hand. Wow, what a feeling. I could hardly wrap a hand around it. I started to slowly rub it up and down as it got hard in my hand.

Wow, it felt good. We continued kissing but I knew my role in this encounter.

I pulled away and dropped onto my knees. He knew what was coming.

I rubbed his cock which was now throbbing. I had very limited experience sucking cock so I just tried to do what I’d seen in porn.

I slid the beast inside my mouth and down my throat and started to suck on it.

Here I was on my knees sucking another man’s cock. What was I doing? But it was too late to go back.

As I sucked away he moaned. I sucked more. He was so hard now. I took it out of my mouth to get a breath and wanked him hard and fast.

He was moaning so loud.

“Put it back in,” he said.

I put it back in and sucked again. I could taste pre-cum. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not but licked it up anyway.

I could feel he might come so I said, “Let’s get on the bed.”

We laid next to each other kissing passionately and rubbing our cocks together. Mine felt so small against his.

He was panting and moaning as I wanked away on his cock.

After a couple of minutes he stood up and walked to his suitcase. He took out some lube and condoms.

I knew what was coming so I moved onto all fours. It was clear I would be taking it.

I looked back and saw him get on the bed behind me. He slipped on a condom, covered it in lube and put it at the entrance to my tight arsehole.

I could tell he was as nervous and inexperienced as me. He was rubbing my arse with his cock but didn’t seem to know quite what to do.

His cock then started to drop and go floppy and he started to look panicked.

I moved round and pulled the condom off, and squirted more lube on his cock. It immediately sprang back to life.

“I hate condoms,” he said.

“Just put it in.”

I got back on all fours for him.

I now felt his hard cock at the entrance to my arse.

I took a deep breath as he pushed his fat cock deep inside me, stretching my hole.

“Fuck, the pain!” I almost screamed.

He stretched me so hard. Fuck, I couldn’t take it.

“Hold it for a minute,” I said.

He pushed deep in and waited. The pain shot through my whole body, leaving me almost ready to pass out.

After about thirty seconds of him holding it I said, “Ok, slowly.”

I took another deep breath and he very slowly moved in and out a few times.

The pain was incredible. Why the fuck was I doing this? Who enjoyed this shit?

He started to move in and out. I started to relax a little and got used to the pain.

He moaned louder.

He started to get a good rhythm and I started to get used to it, still in pain but I could take it.

He started to pound hard into me, fucking me like he’d not fucked in years.

I started to completely relax. My mind went blank, now lost in the feeling of being totally dominated by another man. No worry of having to perform like with sex with a woman. Just there to be used for his pleasure with no pressure.

He was now pounding away, moaning and grunting. I was moaning and grunting as the intense pain became pleasure.

I took every hard pump the best I could.

To get a breather I told him to pull out. I moved to the end of the bed and he stood up. He put my legs over his shoulders and slipped back in.

Here I was, a respectable married man, legs in the air, being fucked like a cheap slut.

Fuck, it now felt good.

My rock-hard cock was now free for me to wank while he fucked me. This made the sensation even more intense. He pounded me hard and fast as I looked up at him and could see the intense pleasure, he was loving it.

I could also see he was about ready to explode.

“Take it out and come on me,” I said. I didn’t fancy cum inside my arse.

He had a few more pumps then pulled out, wanking his cock over me.

A few more pumps and he shot a massive load of hot cum all over my cock.

This made me wank harder, using his cum as lube. I intensely wanked myself.

Within a few pumps I could feel myself ready to shoot. I exploded and shot my own hot cum back towards him, covering his cock.

“Fuck, it was so hot.”

We rubbed our cocks together, both still throbbing. We then both lay back on the bed exhausted.

His cock looked amazing, still covered in my cum. After a few minutes I stood up and got dressed.

“That was different,” I said.

“Are you here tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Give me your number. I’ll message you.”

I couldn’t wait for round two.