He asked if he could give me a real goodnight kiss..

Met this older guy at a work convention a little while ago. We were sitting at the same lunch table, just chatting, and he had this calm, confident energy that kinda drew me in. Later that night, he asked if I wanted to grab a drink at the hotel bar. We half-watched the game on the TV, but mostly just talked. He kept touching my hand when he said something, little brushes with his fingers like he was testing the waters. When he got up to go to the bathroom, he squeezed my shoulders and said, “Be right back,” with this sweet little smirk.

After the bar, he suggested dinner, so we walked to this quiet Italian spot a few blocks away. The table was small, and halfway through our drinks, he started rubbing my thigh while he talked. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to. He kept touching my hand every time he said something, and it started feeling like the whole conversation was just foreplay.

Then he looked at me and asked if I’d ever had a real goodnight kiss. One that made me hard. He said he wanted to be the man who gave it to me.

Walking back to the hotel felt like we were both holding back a little. He put his arm around my shoulders, kissed my cheek, and asked, “How about it?” like he already knew the answer. Outside my room, he asked if he could kiss me goodnight and when he did, it was deep, slow, intense. He held my dick through my pants while we kissed, and whispered again, “How about it?”

I let him in.

He took the lead. Kissing me. Undressing me. Touching me like he’d been waiting for it. The sex was slow and deep and honestly... exactly what I didn’t know I’d been craving. I let him top me. It felt natural. I didn’t overthink it I just let go.

After, we laid there for a while, just kissing. He kissed all over my body, and I held his cock in my hand, gently, like I was still learning how to touch it right. I didn’t go down on him, not yet, but I wanted to. I think next time… I will.

If there is a next time.