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I chose a sports bar, for it was 1/2 way from client to hotel, and I wanted to eat a light dinner (e.g., sandwich). When I entered the establishment, I noted it was very busy. As such, I went to the host stand and indicated I'd be dinning alone - but would be happy to have someone else seated with me v. their waiting an extensive period of time.

The server came to the booth, taking my drink order promptly. After leaving me for a bit, the host suddenly approached my booth and asked if I was still open to sharing my seating. I nodded, and said "It's little I can do to relieve the congestion!" She smiled, thanked me, and left. Within a minute, she escorted a very handsome young man to my booth. The host introduced us to each other, and the stranger thanked me for my willingness to share the booth.

As he seated himself, I stated that I'd traveled Europe quite a bit over the years, and communal seating is not only common - it's expected. He smiled and thanked me again. I waved at the server and told her there would be two for dinner. She took the stranger's drink order, and departed.

There was something quite appealing to me about this young man. In addition to being very handsome, he was also quite slight of build. Shorter than I - about 5'4" - I had about 4 inches height over him. He was blonde/blue, and very slender. Skin was alabaster, and silky smooth. Quite stunning!

We introduced ourselves more completely, and I learned Matt was on his first job assignment since graduating college. I smiled, and indicated I'd been a road warrior for decades. NOTE: I had to define "road warrior" to him - it was cute.

At any rate, we ordered and received our meals - talking all the while. Having talked business about as much as we cared, we noticed a baseball came on. I quickly found out he was a baseball freak - just as I am a baseball crazy. We watched the game half-heartedly, as we were quite immersed in each other.

Our conversation soon switched to the personal side of life, and it was as though a floodgate had opened. He told me he was single - by design. He also indicated he was a relative neophyte regarding sex and dating. Having told him briefly that I was quite experienced, in a liberal sort of way, I kept the attention on him.

It turned out he'd only had sex with one person - a college roommate. Experimentation with the other young man apparently appealed to him, as he went on and on about who he was and what they did together. I was most interested, and finding myself quite aroused at his shyly-delivered account of his first same-sex sex.

I took a chance, and intentionally contacted his leg with my foot. He did not pull away, so I asked if he had any particular desires, sexually-speaking. He told me that, while his college experience was thrilling, he'd since developed an interest in older men (apparently, older men like me). We discussed this particular interest, and I took over the conversation.

I told Matt that an older man will generally be more patient with youngers/newbies, will be more creative, and will have the experience that can be imparted onto the young sexual man. He indicated that he'd already begun to feel comfortable with me, and believed my description of the older with a younger was valid.

After another drink, and our dinners long since consumed, I asked about his evening plans. He had none, and had no family or love interest with whom he needed to contact in the evening. I took another chance, and let him know I always get a Jacuzzi suite when I travel. I invited him to come visit me, if he was comfortable enough to do so. He accepted quickly, and graciously. We paid the check, and off we went.

On arrival at the hotel, I stopped in the pantry for some beverages. We then went to my suite, and I did what I could do to make him comfortable. When he entered the suite, the Jacuzzi took him aback - for it was huge. Easily enough room for two; and three, if they wanted to become good friends. I told him I was going to shower before the Jacuzzi soak, and - taking yet another chance - invited him to join me. Surprisingly, he accepted.

We entered the oversize shower, and I began to soap up. Having an abundance of shower gel already foaming, I simply reached out and began to scrub him. I heard a distinct gasp, then a sigh. He submitted, and I thoroughly cleaned and massaged him in the shower. He got a raging hard-on, and I responded in kind. His soft cock was only about 3.5", and it grew about another inch when fully erect. I was enthralled, as I've always favored smaller than average cocks.

We rinsed, and I reached for a snow-white fluffy Turkish towel. I didn't say a word, but began to dry him off. When I got to the below-the-waist position, his small erect cock was pointing right at my face. I couldn't (chose not to) resist, and leaned in to give his purple cock head a nice little kiss.

I had him towel me dry, and then we hit the Jacuzzi. We sunk in right away, sitting opposite each other. Our legs outstretched, there was entanglement from the beginning. No pretense of "oops" or "excuse me" - simply caressing each others' legs with legs.

After a few moments of this leg action, I reached out for one of his hands, and pulled him to me. He offered not one whit of resistance, and came to me in smooth, but trembling fashion. As I pulled him closely, I leaned in to kiss his mouth. He remained motionless, and I was the aggressor. My lips parted, I found the inside of his mouth with my tongue. Probing deeply and shallowly, it was delightful to be "making out" with this gentle, handsome man who was 2 generations behind me.

A bit of sucking each others' tongues led to renewed erection of our cocks. I reached for his hand, and put it on my stiffened cock. I'm about 5.5" and uncut. Fairly thick when erect, my cock has an admired upward curvature. He held it for a bit - motionless once again. I began to stroke my cock with his hand, then let go of his hand. He continued the reciprocation and I grew even more.

I found his lovely little cock, and did the same for him as he was doing for me. We continued kissing while stroking each other. After a few moments of this, I suggested we towel off once more, and head to the bed. There was not the shadow of a doubt this entire scenario was preordained. We were supposed to be seated together at the restaurant.

We exited the Jacuzzi, toweled each other again, and lay down on the oversize kind bed. I, again, was the aggressor. As he lay on his back, stretched out, I put my mouth all over his body. When I found his lovely, tiny tits, I took one in my mouth and began sucking on it. At the same time, I reached down to his cock, and began to pump it with a thumb and 2 fingers. He was so nicely hard, and I detected precum at his cock slit.

We spent the night together - kissing, nibbling, sucking, fingering. It was a nearly-surreal experience for both of us. For him, a guy who could have been his grandfather. I, as it had been months since I'd enjoyed anyone of his vintage.

Our orgasms were separate. I was determined to make him spew his seed so I could watch it. After he released, I used my tongue to capture his jizz - then French kiss him so he could savor his cum. When we switched roles, it was his turn to replicate the cum transfer via tongue.

After being totally spent from the shower, Jacuzzi and bed love, we curled up and fell asleep. It was a delightful, masterful experience.