I sat beside him on a plane. He and I were staying at the same hotel. We crossed each other at breakfast so we sat and ate together. That evening I went down to the bar for a drink and to watch the game, sometime later as I was getting ready to leave he stopped by. So I sat and had another drink. We ate dinner in the hotel restaurant.

It was late and he knocked on the door to my room. He had a bottle of Scotch with him and asked me if I wanted a night cap. I let him in. I was in my boxers and undershirt. He was in a hotel robe.

I sat in one of the chairs and he served two glasses of Scotch and brought one over to me, the robe wasn't on too tight and I could see he was naked underneath the robe. He stood up, he could see that I could see. He undid the belt and let the robe open up. There was a long silence, he lifted his glass to his mouth, he put his hand behind my head and pulled my head towards him.

I just opened my mouth and took my hand and held his penis and I started to suck, to lick, he dropped the robe of his shoulders and I felt his penis getting hard in my mouth.

We went and got on the bed and he got my boxers off and we sixty-nined for a good while. Holding each other's penises in our hands, we kissed on the mouth, we held on, we were both pretty hard, he asked me if I wanted the cue de gras. He went to the robe and came back with a tube of KY and said that it was better if we saw eye to eye and he lubed me up, laying on my back I took him in.

We met again the next night, and then we were on our way for the rest of our trips. I was 33 then, and I did what I had wanted to do since I was old enough to think about it but was never able to work up the nerve.

Life is good now.