Surprising hotel hottie.

Written before the recent, tragic, troubles.

A couple of weeks ago work had taken me to Israel for a while. I'd not been for some time (years), but it has to be said that the Israeli men never fail to impress in terms of sexiness. The hotel I stayed at is just a few minutes walk from a beach, popular with locals. A casual stroll along the water is enough to make anyone horny.

So, the day after we arrived, with some free time, I'd been for walk, which was all very pleasant, but once back in my hotel room, I relaxed, browsing Grindr. I've never had much luck in Israeli as I don't seem to fit the profile of preferred 'types' by the locals, (even in my younger days), so my expectations were low.

I tend not to make contact with guys who I feel I have no chance of meeting with. My photos are enough that if anyone is interested in me, they can send a message and we'll take it from there,,,and this was one such occasion.

A fella who was showing a hot body, aged late thirties, was quite close by, but I wasn't sure he'd be interested so I never sent a message. However, out of the blue, I received a message from him which simply said, 'Nice body'

My pictures are all genuine and reasonably recent, but at the same time, there's no denying I do choose the more flattering shots. (I was going to add '... and who doesn't?' , but actually, many guys clearly make no effort with regards the pictures they use.) I do usually reply to complimentary comment to say they are pictures chosen because they're flattering, but it is what it is.

He went on to ask if my massages are any good. We had a little chat about that before he revealed he was in the same hotel...and that he was a colleague!

I was just trying to figure out who it might be in the hotel (,too xlose tou be elsewhere) when he sent me a face picture.

It was my boss.

Now, I say he's my boss, which he IS, but it's more a case of him being in a more senior position as we don't really work together much.

I wasn't in the slightest bit intimidated by knowing who he is, but at the same time, I wasn't quite sure what the expectations were in his approach. Naturally, there's the potential for 'awkwardness' in the working relationship, although I can sperate the two and had the feeling he would too. ie. whatever happens 'in the bedroom', work would remain professional.

He said he'd appreciate a leg massage. I took that that as a hint that maybe he wasn't sure about anything sexual, so I asked ...

'What about the rest of you? Doesn't HAVE to be sexual'.

He replied that he only mentioned his legs as he'd been out walking a lot that morning, but '...whatever really'. He then sent his room number.

That was good enough for me. I was still going to take it a little easy, and just see how things progress.

I did need a quick shower as I was sweaty from the beach, so it was probably 15 mins later, massage oil in hand, I was knocking on his door.

As the door opened, he very casually invited me in, wearing nothing but black underwear. Quite rightly, he looked very comfortable being nearly naked with me. Much as he isn't tall, he's lean, beautifully toned and perfectly in proportion. Delightful, actually.

Although his body hair is left pretty natural, it just happens to be very fine, so looks as though hes fairly smooth, whereas there's a lovely dusting of hair over his chest...and as I discovered later, his arse.

Facially, he has a short, neat beard which is a slightly reddish version of the short blond head of hair he sports. He's in his late 30's, but has quite boyish looks with unblemished, pale skin.

I still wasn't quite sure where this might go, but after a short chat, I threw a towel across the bed and asked him to lay on it. As he dutifully obliged, he still had his briefs on. Mustering as much nonchalance as I could, I asked if he wanted to remove his pants...as if it didn't really matter to me, either way.

If he'd said he'd prefer to leave them on, that would have been a pretty major signal to me that this was going to be a massage, and nothing more. I'd have still enjoyed it, of course. sex or no sex, I love to explore the body of a hot man.

As it happens, he responded with almost as much (possibly feigned) casualness as my question. ie, as if I was expecting him to keep them on!!

However, he quickly whipped them off and lay himself flat again. I picked up the discarded briefs, to move them off the bed. I'm not an underwear sniffer, but can't deny I was sorely tempted to hold them against my face to inhale his scent...but I didn't. I just placed them safely out of the way of oily hands.

Still wearing my own shorts and T-shirt, I began the massage. I'm not going to bother with the details of the massage as regular readers will know all about my massages by now, plus, there's a part 2 to our day, so I shall concentrate on that. However, in brief......

....right from the start, 'Joe' was melting. He did chat a little, to start with, as men often do, but he very quickly relaxed in to it. I was probably 10 mins into easing the tension from his strong back (not that there was much tension) and working closer to his pert, very edible, arse, when he suggested maybe I should also be naked.

I said I would take my clothes off when I next change position, but it was a sign that perhaps maybe sucking his dick, at least, would be ok!

Before I was finished with his back/shoulders, I got naked and moved from being between his legs, to kneeling either side of his head, and sitting back on my haunches,so his head was in the V of my groin. I was aware that as I worked on his shoulders, he subtly lifted his head in such a way he was probably hoping I'd not notice...maybe wanting a close up look, smell or taste of my cock. The problem was, he didn't really have room to move. Besides, I was soon up on my knees, making several long, sweeping strokes along the length of his back to the start of his fleshy, pert, butt mounds. My lazy lob dragged over his head as I went.

It wasn't long before his entire body was mine to explore and enjoy. I covered every part, gently nuzzling his hairy crack, sucking his toes, licking his pits, breathing into his ears, rimming his sweet hole...all of which seemed to send him into an almost euphoric state. He was an absolute pleasure to navigate my way around.

Needless to say, I finished the massage with his good sized, uncut cock (on the generous size of average), in my mouth. While on his back, it had remained erect the entire time, so it seemed only right that no part of Joe remained without having received the appropriate attention. So with a finger stroking his nut, I sucked out his warm sticky, man juice, taking a great deal of satisfaction in swallowing it, and watching for a moment as he melted into the bed. He looked to be in a state of UTTER enervation.

When we were chatting earlier in the afternoon, he had mentioned having a nap. With him now so relaxed, I didn't want him to force himself to rouse from his semi-slumber, so I pulled the duvet over him, put a pillow under his head kissed his forehead, slipped on my shorts and t-shirt, and quietly left the room.

I don't know if he slept, but he seemed a happy boss when I left him.

So...part 2.

A few hours later, colleagues were in the bar having a pizza, while I took a beer to sit outside in late afternoon sun, along with Joe. He was planning on going out to eat somewhere. I wasn't hungry, although I would have happily gone with him. However, we sat and chatted about all sorts until the sun disappeared below the horizon.

Sex was obviously a subject which cropped up in the conversation, but was far from a main topic. At least, it was initially. I think it was when this blog was mentioned it steered the conversation more towards sexual 'experiences'.

Joe is very easy company. Conversation was relaxed, open and interesting. I was (am), of course, physically attracted to him, but my overall feeling about him was becoming deeper than that. I was impressed by his intelligent and positive approach to life.

So, as the evening went on, it was getting a bit late for Joe to go out to eat. We had access to a 'lounge' in the hotel where there are always 'snacks' available to eat, so he figured that maybe a coffee and a bite to eat in the lounge would be sufficient. So off we headed.

We helped ourselves a coffee each, a muffin and some biscotti which we took outside to the private outside seating area. We made ourselves comfortable and continued with the conversation which had developed a more sexual theme.

We talked about experiences we had, amongst other things. Because I'd given him a massage earlier, I spoke about the experience I had in Iran (the post "Living a Porno" on here) which is probably still the top, standout memory I have of a sexual experience, simply because of going from being totally unexpected, to unbelievably, sexually hot.

By the time I finished talking, Joe quietly informed me he was hard!

We were sitting roughly at right angles to each other, with him on my right. Although the outside area in which we were sitting was for 'lounge' users only, it was far from private. The boundary fencing was see through and just across the road, we were overlooked by a 4 or 5 story apartment block. On top of that, other guests, or hotel staff could walk into the lounge.

I sat forward in my chair and slid my right hand along his leg, inside the leg of his shorts until I found his stiffened member,

Because I couldn't see it, I was very much more aware of how it felt in my hand. It's warmth, it's strength, the thin, soft exterior.

Joe had talked earlier about the fact that he'd been with his partner a LONG time, but in more recent years, they'd agreed to open things up in their sex life. His experience hasn't been a broad spectrum, though by all means he's no novice.

Given the situation, I enjoyed the fact that he seemed relaxed and comfortable as I fondled his manhood while sitting outside, overlooked by.... who knows! He sat back in the chair with a lazy smile, eyes flickering closed. He looked very contented. In that moment, I'm sure he'd have purred if he was a cat, but I soon disrupted the status quo by angling his penis towards the leg opening of his shorts, which had ridden up enough enabling me to expose his erection. It stood proud as his eyes opened and his smile broadened, but he didn't otherwise move. For a few moment, I gently and slowly stroked his phallus, enjoying the overall view.

He had such a soporific calmness, I wished he was naked, so I could have left him exactly where he was to tenderly play with his entire body, keeping him aroused through sensual touch alone.

He spoke softly, commenting on how much he'd enjoyed his first experience of having his feet played with, and toes sucked. I don't have a foot fetish, but like rimming and water sports, with the right person, I love it.

I don't think it was a hint for a repeat, but after repositioning his handsome cock to where I'd found it, I lifted his left leg, placed his calf across my knee, removed his footwear and proceeded to run my tongue between his toes, suck on them individually and in groups, before gnawing and licking the rest of the soles of his feet. I'm sure he WAS purring now!!

When someone is showing clear signs of pleasure, it make things more enjoyable for me too, so I was quite happy giving his foot some more of the attention he'd enjoyed earlier in the day.

When I did eventually stop....we continued talking about other matters of sexual experience. He had a few remaining biscotti in a dish on the table beside him. Having taken a few in his hand, he was sitting forward, more on the front edge of the chair and leaned in towards me. I didn't properly hear what he said as it was so quiet, but his words appeared to be something along the lines of , 'There's something we like to do.....', as which point he placed a piece of the biscuit partly between his lips and leaned across to me, tilting his head sideways, inviting me to take the opposite end, in my mouth.

I leaned towards him until I was close enough to take small bites, only stopping when our lips fully met. We kissed, softly and gently masticating the biscuit between us. He took several more pieces of the biscuit, and repeated the process. It was slow and sensual. It felt to me there was a proper sexual chemistry going on. There had been nothing 'passionate' but we certainly appeared to be enjoying the attention we were giving each other.

Biscotti eaten, he took me by the hand and led me back indoors, to the lounge.

The sliding doors and curtains were closed.

To be honest, I don't think he would be overly concerned about people seeing us/watching, but we were in a public place, in a country which is still adjusting to us homo's, and we were 'at work', so best be a little cautious.

All that said, anyone could have still walked through the door.

We sat on a 2 seat sofa, which was in a position which would have afforded us a few seconds of warning if anyone was coming in. He sat back. Sitting next to him, I leaned over and we gently kissed. He put his arms around me and pulled me in tighter. I placed my right arm on the top of the seat, resting behind his head, while my free hand wasted no time on groping his groin, the outline of his hardness easily felt through his shorts....almost to the point that he may as well have not been wearing any shorts. We continued to explore each others mouths as I ran my hands inside his shirt, once again, enjoying his lean, firm torso.

In exposing his chest, I dropped my head to flick my tongue across his nipples and suck on the small fleshy mounds, while my wondering hand crept down his shorts for a better feel of his cock and balls. I love feeling the mixture of a hard penis covered with soft, silky skin and the doughy sensation of kneading his gonads. Using my hand, I levered his shorts over his equipment, easing the waistband under his ball sack, pushing everything upwards. I kissed my way down his chest until I had no option but to take his covered bell end in my mouth. Taking a firm lip grip, I eased the foreskin back exposing his smooth, swollen nob.

I sucked on it, like it was a lollipop, before lowering myself down the shaft and felt the smooth nob-head forcing open my throat.

I only repeated the process a few times until Joe lifted himself from the seat, sitting me upright in the process, before heading towards the bathroom, once again, taking me by the hand initially.

The bathroom was next to the door from the hallway into the lounge. He turned the deadlock (as least, I think that what he was doing) before guiding us both into the bathroom. I wasn't sure what his intentions were, but being in the bathroom...with a door which could be quickly closed, I assumed it might involve more than biscotti and a cock poking out from shorts. Either way, he seemed happy to take the lead...so I was happy to let him.

As both our shorts dropped to the floor, I was leaning back against a (rather high) basin unit. We kissed as Joe leaned against me, playing with my erect phallus, gripping it tightly....but the playing didn't last long as he turned me to face the opposite direction.

Not that anal intercourse was anything we'd ventured into so far, I'd read on Joes profile that he's vers/bottom, so I was mildly surprised that him fucking me was the direction we seemed to be heading. Of course, I still wasn't sure of his intention, but I was willing to give it a go, if he was! My concern was having no lube. With his decent girth, I was sure a good gob of spit would work to start with, but I'd probably not last long before friction burns set in!

I can't say I gave it a lot of thought, as I was more interested in watching him in the mirror I was now facing. As I leaned forward, resting my weight on the basin unit, I spread my legs enough so that they weren't in the way as Joe placed one hand on my shoulder and looking down at my arse which was inviting him in, he stepped close up against me. I felt his steely fuck stick slide along the crack of my arse. It felt amazing.

This was one of those scenarios where everything going on in my head overcame the senses and the more primal urges.

Of course, physically, Joe is super sexy to me. He is also extremely open, sensual and confident in his own nakedness (...or, if he 's not, he appears to be). But what was turning me on more than anything now, was his quiet, calm, sexual strength of character. It's not like our experiences so far had turned into wild, frenzied, fiery, head banging fuck fests, where the carnal needs override everything else. It was the relative restraint which was so controlling and seductive. I was becoming slightly spellbound. He wasn't forcing me to do anything and I can't even say he was being especially assertive, but quite frankly, I was like putty. He could have demanded or done pretty much anything as his boner found my pucker and pushed firmly against it.

As Joe put his arm round my waist and held himself against my back, he was slowly grinding his cock against me, pressing against my eager hole, massaging its way in...just a little.

Pressed up against the basin unit, I had no need to push back.

My mind was a whirl, not knowing if he was going to fully penetrate me or if he was only 'knocking at the door'. In his gyrating, a few times I felt has though he was pushing through..penetrating me, before pulling back just enough to tell me he was resistant to the idea. I didn't know if he was intentionally trying to tease me, or if he was struggling against the urge to go the whole way. I felt it was the latter. I felt that in those few moments, I was a thing of pleasure for him. Whether that was the case or not, I was enjoying the fact that he was comfortable enough with me to quietly take control and use me for his pleasure....although I can assure you, it was also MY pleasure.

Eventually, I felt a hand creep in between his groin and my rear. He pulled away slightly to give himself room to take a firm hold of his cock and hold it at an angle that he could prod my anus in a way which now DID seem like he was teasing me.

He started to stroke himself, his hand brushing against my buns while his bell hovered around the crack, periodically stopped in tease my hole with it, before continuing to wank himself.

Watching in the mirror, I could only see Joe from the waist up, but I still relished the sight of him beating his meat, looking down to watch himself as his hand hammered against my flesh mounds, the look of horny determination etched on his face.

Much as I would have enjoyed being able to view below his waist, the fact that I couldn't meant I was more focused on the muscles rippling across his beautiful chest and the arm which was working away at bringing himself to a climax, quite literally, rapidly jerking back and forth.

His lips pursed with determination, his hand suddenly left my shoulder and slid down to my waist as he arched himself backwards. For a moment, his eyes were transfixed on the near union of his cock and my anus, as his mouth silently opened. I felt wet warmth on my arse. The first, silent shots of his spunk had landed.

His eyes closed and his head tilted back for moment as he let out the familiar breathy chords of orgasm as his body shuddered and his juices jettisoned over my arse and hole.

Obviously, I couldn't see it, but again, because of that, I was more aware of how it felt on me, especially as the fluid started to trickle down my butt cheeks, awakening the senses further.

As that most intense moment of the orgasm passed, Joes head came forward again and his eyes opened as he continued to ooze his cum on to me. Stroking slower and thrusting his manhood into my crack, he smeared his Jizz, coating my arse with it.

(just a home vid for illustration purposes :-)

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I let Joe continue with whatever felt right for him until it was clear he was spent and his pleasuring, complete. For a brief moment, he let go of me and rested his forehead on my back. Obviously taking a breath and coming 'back to earth'.

It was only few moment before he stood straight again. I took for opportunity to turn and quickly and lean forward to take his still erect spunk canon in my mouth to clean off the remnants of his philtre.

This was the 2nd time in the day I'd experience pleasure with this hot, sensual, seductive and alluring man. I now NEEDED to cum or my balls were going to explode.

Taking a wipe of the creamy fluid now running towards my legs, I turned my back to the basin unit and using my cum coated hand, I grasped my own manhood to begin tossing myself off. It wouldn't take long. I didn't want it to take long.

Joe helpfully placed his hands on my torso. In the moment, I expected nothing of him except to be able to admire his (mostly) naked body as I wanked myself to completion. However, his considerate bid to help me out was welcome. His was conscious that there was spunk on his soft hands, which was now on my chest. POST ejaculation, you think about these things. PRE ejaculation, it's less important. He could have spread his sperm over my entire body and I'd have lapped up every bit of it.

However, to help things along more quickly, I instructed Joe to take hold of my balls...explaining I want him to "....squeeze the fucking cum out of me".

He willing obliged, though my balls were already quite tight. I know it's natural that men will generally be cautious when handling another mans ball bag, so I helped by giving them a good tug to get more skin back round gonads, so he was able to get a good grip.

Everything set in place, I returned to jacking myself off while directing...almost pleading with him.... to squeeze harder. He obliged.

He got it just right. The sensation in my nuts rapidly developed into the boarder-line, pain/pleasure feeling. Get it wrong...it hurts, but right now, it was awesome....genuinely like Joe was creating an orgasm by forcing the cum from my balls.

I know that's not physically the reality, but indirectly, that's exactly what he was doing. The pressure he was applying between my legs was making it happen quicker than masturbating alone.

In no time at all, I was consumed by the intense excitement in my groin and the ejaculating sperm jettisoning from the end of my tool...splatting heavily onto the tiled floor.

For that short period of time, I was lost. Could have been anywhere. It was a potent climax for sure, and felt like it went on for ever, with the jizz gushing forth

Naturally, the feelings eventually subsided and the flow stopped. I felt dizzy...but satiated.

The clean up, was more about the state of the bathroom floor. I wasn't overly concerned about his seamen stuck to my behind. I pulled my shorts over that, and enjoyed the fact it was there, for the rest of the evening.

The next day it was back to business. There was nothing more to happen between us and work remained professional, although I can't deny, on a couple of occasions I did sneak a furtive feel or squeeze of his beautiful, cute, pert arse.

We have remained in touch and both of us appear willing to meet again. Of course, working together again may well happen at some point, but we do live miles apart, so it won't necessarily be easy to arrange anything. I hope it happens..but if not, Joe certainly brightened a 'day in the office' and made it most memorable.

Joe has given permission to use the picture of him. He will probably read this and maybe agree to one or two more pictures being added. I do hope so. I'd love to share him with you..... ;-)

Although nothing more happened with Joe....there was another experience, with a local fella, the evening before I flew home, several days later.....but that's for another day.