An Erotic Hook-up in Florida, The Story of Paul - true tale.

Its been fridged in New Jersey, so I decided to visit friends in Florida. My female partner stayed at home, so I posted messages on Passion that I will be visiting. In the past, meeting a man while traveling has been hit or miss, mostly miss. No matter, it would be nice to get out of NJ.

I am receiving many messages from guys, but not local to Pompano Beach. Plus, I could not host, and that made many men not available. It was fun flirting, but usually, I would have to jack off before going to sleep.

Overnight, I received a message from a man on another men's dating site. Paul was at Pompano Beach, and he looked nice. Attraction is important, unless it is a blow-n-go in my car. He was 5’8†and said he had a little extra cushioning and gay. So far, I was liking his profile, and his smooth hard cock was a big plus. I don’t like pubic hair when I reciprocate. I don’t exclude bi-men, but find I enjoy being with a gay man. I can envision being gay in another life, for multiple reasons.

The only issue, he was 38 years old, and I feel comfortable with men my own age.

I decided to reply anyway, and we chatted online. He enjoyed older men and loved my photos. He said he was shy and submissive, which I liked. I am slightly dom and verbal, but easy-going. And best of all, he was available and could host.

What the heck, he checked most of the boxes and understood what it is like being with an older man. I can’t shoot like I used to and need a lot of manipulation.

We met in the early afternoon at a beachside tiki bar. Pompano Beach has a great vibe, nice restaurants and bars, and a beautiful beach. I saw him outside at the bar and ordered a Rum Runner. I felt comfortable with Paul right away. He was married to a man who was away on business, and they had an open relationship.

We talked as if we knew each other for years, and when we finished our drinks, he suggested we go to his place. He lived on the 10th floor of a high-rise, overlooking the beach. The view was spectacular, and his condo was upscale, with nice furnishings and a finely decorated interior.

He poured some white wine, and as I sipped, he went into the bedroom. He came out wearing a comfortable white robe, loosely tied. He handed a similar robe and as he went in the Kitchen, I slipped into the plush robe. This was going to be a first-class experience. I felt my robe untied, and after sipping more of the smooth wine, we embraced.

I have always been fascinated by how quickly two men began the passion, kissing. I recall one man, whom I never met before, came to my house, and after I closed the door, we were deeply kissing. He was on his knees within ten minutes, before we ever got into the bedroom.

Paul’s younger body felt nice, and the plush robe only added to the experience. His hands, like mine, slipped into each other's robes.

This reminded me of a wonderful lover, Mary (there is a story I wrote about Mary, on Passion). We always wore white robes while at her home.

We were feeling each other, kissing deeply, right by a window overlooking the beach and the tiki bar. Seeing the ocean while making out added to the excitement.

Paul slid my robe off and began to kiss my chest and worked his way to his knees. My hands moved to his head. I wanted him to take my growing cock, but he moved to my legs, caressing and kissing. He kissed my inner thighs, and then he looked up and said, “Sir, I am your slut, tell me what I can do to please you.â€

Earlier, I saw his shower, which could fit four people and had jets everywhere. I told him, “Slut, I want you to wash my body in the shower.

We entered the shower, water hitting my body from all directions. He turned off the bathroom lights and turned on the shower light and sound system, soft jazz, and a cascade of red, blue, and green lights shone as he began to caress my body with soapy, soft hands. My cock was harder than it had been in months as he teased my shaft. I soaped up and began to stroke his nice, smooth cock. We kissed as we mutually stroked.

I moved my hands to his shoulders and motioned for him to get upon knees. I needed to feel his mouth on my aching cock. He was a wonderful slut, skilled at pleasing a cock. He licked and kissed, taking me deep and then focusing on my cockhead.

I directed him to fondle my balls as he gave my cock amazing attention. I wanted to come, but I knew our time together was just starting. When I got to a point of no resistance, I reluctantly pushed his head away from my cock.
Without a word, he stood, and we once again kissed, with more passion. My hand moved to his hard cock, and I began stroking and lowered myself to my knees. He held on to a bar in the shower as I began to mimic his moves. I could not take him deep, but I enjoyed the feel of his cock in my mouth. I sucked on his large cockhead while fondling his balls.

He was a good listener, since I told him that it was important for me to climax first. In the past, I had two different men climax first, and then declare they were no longer in the mood. I was frustrated and told them to leave, never to meet them again. Unlike these men, once I climax, I remain in the mood and will reciprocate and cuddle, if desired.

He pushed my head away, and we kissed before leaving the most amazing shower I ever experienced.

He told me that a few times a year, he, his husband, and another couple all play in the shower together. I can only imagine!

We dried off, and I felt my hardon begin to shrink, but Paul’s was still rock hard. Youth! He smiled, telling me his partner's cock gets soft, but not to worry, “I’ll get that thick, sexy cock hard again.â€

Soon, after drinking some wine, we cuddled and grinded our bodies on his king-sized bed, with the softest sheets I ever felt on my naked skin. My cock returned to its hardness and he said, “I don’t plan to disappoint you, sir.â€

We began the intense passion again, kissing and then I told him, “Suck my cock, slut. Suck it like you mean it, you want my cock, isn’t that true, slut.â€

I love saying the word slut. Men respond, sometimes women do, more often they don’t like being called a slut.â€

Paul asked me how I wish to be served. I like watching my cock being sucked, which is one reason I don’t enjoy 69. I propped my head up using the large soft pillows and motioned him to move between my legs. I had a great view of his mouth and my disappearing cock.

Often, I need to remind my sluts to fondle my balls, but Paul remembered my need to be manipulated. I didn’t need to be verbal; Paul was a master cock sucker. I lay back and enjoyed the ride, moaning and at times, calling him a “Good slut.â€

I held back as long as possible, since I was enjoying his great mouth. He didn’t complain as I pushed his head deep and then loosened my grip so he could lick my cockhead. I felt a familiar twinge in my balls, I knew a few more of his licks, and I would climax. I gripped his head hard and told him to hold my cockhead tight in his lips, and to stroke my shaft. It was time, and as I was about to cum, I pushed his head hard, my shaft moved deep in his willing mouth, and I came strong.

In my past, I would spurt 3-5 times, filling a lady's mouth, gripping her head strongly. I recall one girlfriend saying, “That was awesome, how you came in my mouth.â€

A few, I recall, saying, “You should have told me you were going to come.†They were not happy, and one even said, “She would not suck me again.†No worries, she was not asked out again.

One lady told me that she didn’t want to have me climax in her mouth but was willing to give me a BJ. I came in her mouth. I didn’t care; I always wanted to climax in a mouth, willing or not. I braced for her anger. She was 55 years old, divorced, and said, “She never allowed a man to climax in her mouth.†However, she told me, “That was amazing.†She let me come in her mouth often and was a great cock sucker. Too bad for all the men before me.

Back to Paul. He savored my small volume of cum, telling me later it was sweet-tasting. I like being sucked softly after I climax. Some men’s cocks get sensitive, not mine.

He came up on top of me, and we kissed, and I felt his hardness. He asked, “May I come now, Sir?â€

I said, “Of course.â€

He sat up and began to stroke furiously, and I told him to lie back. I moved down to his hard shaft and took his cock in my mouth. He was anxious and pumped my mouth hard, and gripped my head lightly. I am not submissive, but our passion was at such a high level that I sucked him hard and tasted his precum. I licked his shaft, and I told me, “Come for me, my worthy slut.â€

That was all he needed to hear. I took him back in my mouth and stroked his shaft. He held my head harder and climaxed. I swallowed his first spurt and let him spurt his second and third times in my hand. I am not as experienced and cannot take too many spurts. Yet, with my hand covered in his warm, gooey seed, I continued to stroke him and then moved to my shaft. We moved together, and gently stroked our cocks together, covered with his seed.

We both breathed hard, yet before he moved to cuddle, he bent over and licked my cock clean, tasting his own come.

We snuggled and talked, pillow talk. He wanted to fall asleep together, but unfortunately, I was supposed to meet one of my friends, ironically at the same tiki bar. I texted and asked if we could meet in 45 min, which worked for him.

We lay together for another 20 min and then he asked if I wanted another shower. This time, I was alone in the shower, knowing that if Paul joined me, I would never leave.

We stood at the window overlooking the beach and tiki bar, finishing our wine and kissing. We said our goodbyes, assuming we would not meet again. He was supposed to leave for Miami on Wednesday, and I was leaving on Friday.

I met my friend and could see his building, and I was in the afterglow of a wonderful, intimate, and passionate experience. I had one more day to myself and didn’t respond to any of the messages from guys looking for a hook-up. None seemed worth it, or were clear across the state, or could not host.

Then, late Wednesday night, I got a text from Paul. His plans changed, and he wondered if I could come over the next day. YES, I responded, and I had a nice twinge and smile as I fell asleep.

Chronicled in an upcoming story …