After the conference Sydney September 2025
Sex Stories - A True Story - 13 Feb 2026
I thought I recognised that spark in his eyes when we met but sometimes I second guess myself or think it's just me who sexualises every encounter I have with a mature man, especially in a business setting. It's led me down a few pathways that've turned into dead ends before, and some that have become the best experiences of my life, so its always worth following to see where it goes! On this occasion my instincts were correct and as I left the function he followed me out front, and as we stood in the cool evening air he offered to share a ride back to the city where this hotel was near to mine.
We both sat in the back seat, somewhat unusually, our conversation in the car was notably lightweight as we skirted around the obvious. The driver was aware of the tension and kept looking in his mirror, expecting to see something. I realised I didn't even know his name, now he had the name badge off it had completely gone from my head. I felt him touch my leg and I leaned into it physically and psychologically. We kissed. It was brief but there was a meeting of two tongues and minds. I gladly accepted his offer to come back to his hotel for a drink.
His status was reflected in the high level suite and while that kind o think doesn't usually impress me, it added some debonair and mystique to this man who I knew little about, other than than he was late 60s early 70s, spoke with a confidence and elevation only experience and success in his field could bring, and that he had chosen me for an amusing dialogue on the side of the function, and seemed to know I was one of those guys with whom his attention would manifest into a wet gay pussy. And I most certainly was wet and hot for him, so much that as we clicked together our posh little beer bottles from the mini bar, I blatantly offered up my holes in my finest upmarket fluttery, and we barely got a few sips in before I was semi naked on the bed with him on top of me.
His cock pressed at his pants as I helped him to remove them and out from the taupe pleats of his chinos appeared a rigid pink and white tool that looked part flesh, part iron bar, all long and hard and purposeful with a taut undercarriage of full balls to complete the set. Maybe I giggled audibly like a teenager, maybe it was just in my head, as I guided it straight into my mouth and flared my bum cheeks so my hole could flex open in preparedness. He tasted manly and delicious. His cock was indeed a pole of hardness and he firmly applied my head to its length as it negotiated its way into my throat and I looked up for his approval like a puppy.
He knew his way around my hungry younger arsehole like he knew his way around a room of business professionals, all aspiring to be like him, or in my case of him to be in me. He was purposeful and pragmatic as his fingers opened me up and he offered me a taste of my pussy and to whet my appetite and demonstrate my commitment, all tasks I was eager to fulfil. His three or four finger glided into and out of my hot gay love hole and he seemed please with his choice of me when he had a room of other closeted yet equally eager young men from which to select. He positioned me on my side and removed the periphery of clothing, aligning his rock hard tool with my wanton manpussy and I raised one leg accommodatingly. His cock entered me and I pushed back onto it.
Mmm it was such a good dick for me. My hole was full but there was room for him to fuck into me and make me squirm. I was wet enough to be loose enough for him to use me the way he desired right from the start. He didn't have to ask for my consent, he could tell by my hungry gay cunt and how it welcomed his experienced penis that I was already signed on the dotted line. "You're a hot little whore aren't you" he said as a matter of fact, not a question. "I love boys like you". His hand moved to my neck and he placed a firm grip around it as his penis plunged my arsehole open and I arched my back to give him every bit of access he required.
My comparitively humble but hard as rock cock responded naturally to my arsehole being invaded so successfully. I touched myself and pulled my cock back to my tummy so I could see over it to where this penetration of my cunt was underway, and he pulled me back by the throat and stepped up the assault on my hole drilling deep and fast into me and gifting e a barrage of verbal domination that put me firmly in my place. Yes I am a whore to let a man like him fuck me without a condom having only met him for 15 minutes. Yes I'm cheating on my wife with an old man sodomising me in a hotel room in Sydney on a work trip. What would she say if she knew?! Does she know? These and other questions were not for answering, they were for me to understand who I was and him to confirm that was who he wanted me to be. I felt the same that he wanted me to have and I relished it. I always do. He asked and I promised that I would do anything he wanted. Anything? Yes anything I agreed.
He knelt up on the armchair by the bed and at his invitation, I luxuriously ate his delectable mature arsehole. It was offered to me as a treat he rarely gifted others. I know why, it was unusually fruity and had a completely unique almost a mulberry aroma, and my tongue inside and lips making suction with his pink insides made him almost spontaneously orgasm with each foray. It was more of a feast than a starter. He held my head back then pushed it in, controlling himself as his cock quivered and bristled fighting against the orgasm that was welling. I felt he was literally opening the gates to his inner sanctum and I had tasted the forbidden fruit of a exclusive mature man pussy.. And my god it tasted divine. I have eaten lot of mature manholes in my time but none so rich in flavour and aroma, nor one that responded so well directly to his arousal as did this man. I dined on it I took my time and I buried my face within it. He made me feel dirty for my indulgence and special for being allowed to do so. I inhaled all of him and then it was time for me to suck his glistening cock clean and return it to 8 inches inside my gay-gina where it seemed to be at home away from home.
We rolled from one position to another, our naked bodies aroused and moving in harmony, starting with him on top of me naturally dominating me like a missionary as his cock all bare and beautiful went dredging into my arsehole then to my mouth and back to my arsehole effortlessly, changing over to me riding on top and showing him my milking skills with my more gay pussy peristaltically pulsing around his penis taunting him to unload his brood into my red hot shitter. His handling skills with my shameless and greedy younger bottom were elite. I was mashed to his crotch and his cock stood at attention inside my super hot cunt commanding every nerve ending to attention and stimulating me to be every bit the whore he had expected. I sat back on him, my cock as erect as his was inside me and he just drowned my bowels with a pulsation of sperm and for a moment I wondered if I needed a paramedic or he was uninhibitedly enjoying this climax such was the sudden and intense drama that accompanied his orgasm.
Fortunately it was the latter. His brood was already leaking from my stretched hole as we kissed breathlessly. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack!" he joked. Haha, so did I! I politely replied, reserving my genuine concern that indeed he might. I didn't want it be over yet, so I offered up something I reserve for the older men who really turn me on that extra percentile. He said he wondered if I was 'one of them' and a few minutes later we headed for the bathroom for him to stand above me knelt on the soles of the shower while he urinated in my face and open mouth, the all over my head and body completely drenching me in his warm piss. I needed this from this man. It felt like I owed him everything I can offer. I drank his piss and it tasted almost as good as his arsehole. So I drank more and more. I rubbed it all over my body and between my legs to my gaping arsehole that leaked his cum. And then I masturbated in front of him in the shower and pleasured myself to orgasm.
He seemed pleased with me. I left the hotel room that night after about 3 hours. Then I never heard from him again.
We both sat in the back seat, somewhat unusually, our conversation in the car was notably lightweight as we skirted around the obvious. The driver was aware of the tension and kept looking in his mirror, expecting to see something. I realised I didn't even know his name, now he had the name badge off it had completely gone from my head. I felt him touch my leg and I leaned into it physically and psychologically. We kissed. It was brief but there was a meeting of two tongues and minds. I gladly accepted his offer to come back to his hotel for a drink.
His status was reflected in the high level suite and while that kind o think doesn't usually impress me, it added some debonair and mystique to this man who I knew little about, other than than he was late 60s early 70s, spoke with a confidence and elevation only experience and success in his field could bring, and that he had chosen me for an amusing dialogue on the side of the function, and seemed to know I was one of those guys with whom his attention would manifest into a wet gay pussy. And I most certainly was wet and hot for him, so much that as we clicked together our posh little beer bottles from the mini bar, I blatantly offered up my holes in my finest upmarket fluttery, and we barely got a few sips in before I was semi naked on the bed with him on top of me.
His cock pressed at his pants as I helped him to remove them and out from the taupe pleats of his chinos appeared a rigid pink and white tool that looked part flesh, part iron bar, all long and hard and purposeful with a taut undercarriage of full balls to complete the set. Maybe I giggled audibly like a teenager, maybe it was just in my head, as I guided it straight into my mouth and flared my bum cheeks so my hole could flex open in preparedness. He tasted manly and delicious. His cock was indeed a pole of hardness and he firmly applied my head to its length as it negotiated its way into my throat and I looked up for his approval like a puppy.
He knew his way around my hungry younger arsehole like he knew his way around a room of business professionals, all aspiring to be like him, or in my case of him to be in me. He was purposeful and pragmatic as his fingers opened me up and he offered me a taste of my pussy and to whet my appetite and demonstrate my commitment, all tasks I was eager to fulfil. His three or four finger glided into and out of my hot gay love hole and he seemed please with his choice of me when he had a room of other closeted yet equally eager young men from which to select. He positioned me on my side and removed the periphery of clothing, aligning his rock hard tool with my wanton manpussy and I raised one leg accommodatingly. His cock entered me and I pushed back onto it.
Mmm it was such a good dick for me. My hole was full but there was room for him to fuck into me and make me squirm. I was wet enough to be loose enough for him to use me the way he desired right from the start. He didn't have to ask for my consent, he could tell by my hungry gay cunt and how it welcomed his experienced penis that I was already signed on the dotted line. "You're a hot little whore aren't you" he said as a matter of fact, not a question. "I love boys like you". His hand moved to my neck and he placed a firm grip around it as his penis plunged my arsehole open and I arched my back to give him every bit of access he required.
My comparitively humble but hard as rock cock responded naturally to my arsehole being invaded so successfully. I touched myself and pulled my cock back to my tummy so I could see over it to where this penetration of my cunt was underway, and he pulled me back by the throat and stepped up the assault on my hole drilling deep and fast into me and gifting e a barrage of verbal domination that put me firmly in my place. Yes I am a whore to let a man like him fuck me without a condom having only met him for 15 minutes. Yes I'm cheating on my wife with an old man sodomising me in a hotel room in Sydney on a work trip. What would she say if she knew?! Does she know? These and other questions were not for answering, they were for me to understand who I was and him to confirm that was who he wanted me to be. I felt the same that he wanted me to have and I relished it. I always do. He asked and I promised that I would do anything he wanted. Anything? Yes anything I agreed.
He knelt up on the armchair by the bed and at his invitation, I luxuriously ate his delectable mature arsehole. It was offered to me as a treat he rarely gifted others. I know why, it was unusually fruity and had a completely unique almost a mulberry aroma, and my tongue inside and lips making suction with his pink insides made him almost spontaneously orgasm with each foray. It was more of a feast than a starter. He held my head back then pushed it in, controlling himself as his cock quivered and bristled fighting against the orgasm that was welling. I felt he was literally opening the gates to his inner sanctum and I had tasted the forbidden fruit of a exclusive mature man pussy.. And my god it tasted divine. I have eaten lot of mature manholes in my time but none so rich in flavour and aroma, nor one that responded so well directly to his arousal as did this man. I dined on it I took my time and I buried my face within it. He made me feel dirty for my indulgence and special for being allowed to do so. I inhaled all of him and then it was time for me to suck his glistening cock clean and return it to 8 inches inside my gay-gina where it seemed to be at home away from home.
We rolled from one position to another, our naked bodies aroused and moving in harmony, starting with him on top of me naturally dominating me like a missionary as his cock all bare and beautiful went dredging into my arsehole then to my mouth and back to my arsehole effortlessly, changing over to me riding on top and showing him my milking skills with my more gay pussy peristaltically pulsing around his penis taunting him to unload his brood into my red hot shitter. His handling skills with my shameless and greedy younger bottom were elite. I was mashed to his crotch and his cock stood at attention inside my super hot cunt commanding every nerve ending to attention and stimulating me to be every bit the whore he had expected. I sat back on him, my cock as erect as his was inside me and he just drowned my bowels with a pulsation of sperm and for a moment I wondered if I needed a paramedic or he was uninhibitedly enjoying this climax such was the sudden and intense drama that accompanied his orgasm.
Fortunately it was the latter. His brood was already leaking from my stretched hole as we kissed breathlessly. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack!" he joked. Haha, so did I! I politely replied, reserving my genuine concern that indeed he might. I didn't want it be over yet, so I offered up something I reserve for the older men who really turn me on that extra percentile. He said he wondered if I was 'one of them' and a few minutes later we headed for the bathroom for him to stand above me knelt on the soles of the shower while he urinated in my face and open mouth, the all over my head and body completely drenching me in his warm piss. I needed this from this man. It felt like I owed him everything I can offer. I drank his piss and it tasted almost as good as his arsehole. So I drank more and more. I rubbed it all over my body and between my legs to my gaping arsehole that leaked his cum. And then I masturbated in front of him in the shower and pleasured myself to orgasm.
He seemed pleased with me. I left the hotel room that night after about 3 hours. Then I never heard from him again.
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