The door opens and he comes into the hotel room. He is a little taller than you expected, but he is attractive. You are horny, but you can’t get it up. You are nervous that the man at the front desk knows why he is here. He sits down on the bed, his long legs slant away from his body. You ask him to do a tease for you, to strip for your pleasure. He dances methodically, removing each article of clothing in timed display. He rolls his hips, your eyes scan the lump in his shorts.

Finally nude, he approaches and asks if you would like anything special. You tell him you want to suck him, but you mean to say you want to fuck him. He knows this, but it will not happen right now, not with 45 minutes still on the clock. He lies down next to you and you bury yourself in a trimmed nest of pubic hair. Your attentions wake his cock and it stretches up to your lips.

You don’t know how to ask him for what you want. You thought he would let you do whatever you wanted, that was why you invited him over. You think he must be familiar with the unspoken needs of middle-aged men like yourself. The idea of other men’s hands touching his young body turns you on and you redouble your efforts to get him excited. You think that maybe you are doing him better than anyone else who has come before you and maybe you will get a discount.

With fifteen minutes left, you finally penetrate him and blow your wad inside of five minutes. You feel sated and guilty. Having this secret from your wife makes you desperately hard again, and you ask for another hour. He tells you he has another appointment, but will meet again tomorrow. You clear your schedule.