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Wedding Reception Hookup By Dallas
It was nearing the end of the wedding reception. Those remaining were dancing and drinking and having a great time. My daughter had married a great guy who came from a large family, and they were a lot of fun. I, personally, was acting like a kid even though I was approaching 60. Mind you, I'm no slouch. I work out often and keep trim by swimming and biking. I'm 5'10" and weighed a respectable 165 lbs. good metabolism, for which I thank my mom. With my salt and pepper hair and good strong jawline, I've been known to turn a few heads. I usually have a little scruff on my face but shaved it off for the wedding but would be growing it back soon.
My wife had already left the festivities a little while ago. She'd worked very hard to make this a great celebration for her only daughter, and she was ready to hit the sack as soon as the bride and groom left. I on the other hand don't usually get a chance to dance and drink for the evening, besides... I'm paying for all of this.
I left the dance floor and headed over to the bar to grab another drink. It was only 11 and the DJ was scheduled for another hour. I grabbed my drink and turned to watch the activity on the dance floor. One of the groomsmen, a cousin of my new son-in-law, came sauntering over from the dance floor. I'd noticed him a few times over the course of the last couple days with all of the festivities, he seemed to always be looking in my direction. He was probably 30, a handsome guy, short hair on top, scruffy beard, probably 6ft. From the look of him, he might have played baseball back in the day. His broad grin and slightly disheveled appearance, he was obviously having a good time. His tie was undone, top couple buttons open revealing a hairy chest. He was a little sweaty from the dancing. He nodded at me with a smile "Great wedding" he casually said as he ordered a beer from the bartender.
"Looks like you're having a good time" I said to him.
He got his beer and moved to stand next to me. "Been great so far, might need a little something to cap off the evening though" I wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about. I turned to look at him with a little quizzical look on my face. He leaned in conspiratorially and quietly said "I need to get off". I was a little stunned by the answer, but then he is extending his hand to me. "Klint, groom's cousin" he reminded me. I shook his offered hand and replied "Steve" I took a pause and continued "We didn't get to chat much last night at the rehearsal dinner."
"No sir we didn't" He was still holding my hand and looking me in the eye. "But I've been wanting to since I saw you last night" he continued quietly as he grinned at me.
What? Was he flirting with me? I'm pretty sure he was, but I'm not used to being hit on by a guy. Was he really interested in me? Or was I just confusing his friendliness for something else?
I couldn't help myself and did a quick up and down glance of his body, taking a really good look at him. He had a little extra padding around the waist, broad shoulders and what looked like a nice chest. I don't often look at guys, but for some reason, maybe it was the way he was looking at me, my cock had started getting hard in my pants. I saw his eyes look me up and down and settle on my crotch area. I'll blame it on the drinking, but I gave my cock a quick flex, making an obvious movement in my pants. Klint's eyes lite up as he saw my tool move in my pants.
It was hard for me not to be grinning from ear to ear as I watched this hot younger dude scoping me out. He finally dropped my hand and patted me on the back and gave it a little rub before leaning in and quietly saying "I have some good scotch in my room, want to come up and have a nightcap?"
I know I was thinking with my dick and not my head, but how could I turn down this dude, wondering where this would go, and also wondering why my cock was getting so hard. "Sure" I said and looked at the dance floor one last time, no one was looking toward us and I walked out of the reception hall, toward the elevators. I glanced behind to see that Klint was following right behind me with a surprised grin on his face. I'm not sure if he really thought his approach would work, or that I would accept it so easily.
The elevator came and I got on first. Klint followed me on and turned to push the button. Now that his back was to me and I took a long hard look at his backside. Klint had impressive shoulders that tapered to his waist. His ass was round and looked very firm as it filled out his suit pants. Maybe he'd been a catcher. When I looked up, he was looking over his shoulder at me, watching me get a good look at his backside. As the doors closed, I grabbed his waist and pulled him back into me.
He was a couple inches taller, and my crotch was pressed against the lower part of his butt. He pushed back into me, and his meaty globes massaged my cock, which was now rock hard. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him in close, my nose at the back of his neck, smelling his slightly musky, sweaty aroma. It was a rush. Klint let out a low moan as he pushed back into me. We broke apart at the ding from the elevator as we came to his floor.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway and toward his room. We quickly slipped inside and before I knew what was happening, we met in a mind altering kiss. I'd never kissed a man before; I didn't realize how different it could be. The firmness of the kiss was so sensual and erotic. It was so much more than I thought it would be. We were two men, going at each other, our tongues fighting for dominance in each other's mouth.
My hands were roaming up and down his back, feeling his firm body. My hands slid down his back and cupped his ass, pulling him in tighter, mashing our hard cocks together. Klint broke our kiss and stood back. His eyes were glazed with lust and I'm sure mine were as well. He looked me up and down and then reached up to start unbuttoning my shirt. He moved with deliberate slowness, trying to let us both cool off. I started to unbutton my pants, but he pushed my hands away and said, "Let me". That was such a rush, this man wanting to strip me, wanting me. It had been a long time since I've felt so desired.
He made his way down my shirt and pulled it out of my pants to get to the last couple buttons. Then he slowly pushed it off my shoulders, pulled it off my right, then left arm. He looked at me with such desire, eyes going from my collarbone to my waist. "Aw man, you're so fucking hot" he said quietly as he took my nipples between his fingers and tweaked them a little bit, before running his hands over my slightly hairy chest and stomach. He bent forward and took one nipple then the other. Little bites sent my head spinning and my cock throbbing.
He moved on to unbuckling my belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks. A gentle push off my hips and they fell to the floor. He slowly dropped to his knees in front of me, grabbed my shoes and pulled them off, then help slide my socks and pants all the way off. I was now just in my black boxer briefs, with my hardon pushing obscenely against the fabric with a big wet spot from my leaking cock. He sat back on his haunches and took his time admiring my exposed legs, running his hands from calf to thigh, occasionally touching my covered prick.
I've never been admired like this. The sensation was so intense, his touches going from firm to soft as he felt every inch. His open appreciation for my form made me feel like a god.
Klint moved closer and kissed my legs, then the wet spot on my briefs, then he buried his nose into my crotch before he mouthed my balls and stiff tool. I grabbed the back of Klint's head and pulled him in closer, he started to go wild really digging his face into my groin. He finally grabbed my underwear and pulled them down and under my balls. My cock sprang up and hit my stomach with an audible smack. I'm not sure I've been this turned on or this hard in years, hell, decades.
My cock was leaking a steady stream which Klint eagerly lapped up. Taking my cockhead into his mouth, getting it wet and licking up my juices. I was going to bust soon if he didn't stop. "Wait, give me a minute" I almost shouted. Klint understood and sat back on his haunches, looking at me again. He took the opportunity to take my underwear all the way off. I stood there completely naked with him completely clothed. "Get naked" I said quietly as I put my hands to his armpits to urge him to stand.
Klint grinned, maybe he thought I'd let him suck me off and then be done, but now he realized there might be more. I reached up to undo his tie and Klint kicked off his shoes as he started to unbuckle his pants. It was a flurry of hands as we both moved quickly to get him naked.
Finally, he was down to just his socks. I watched as he slipped them off, leaving him naked. He looked amazing. Broad shoulders, hairy chest, slight belly, big thighs and a 7-inch rock-hard cock. His prick had a large mushroom head with veins running up the sides. It was jutting upwards from a slightly trimmed bush. His balls looked huge, big eggs that hung low. With every move they swayed left and right. His left nut hung just slightly lower than his right. I'd looked at many naked women, but never a man, not like this. My heart was racing in anticipation, not really knowing what to do next.
"Damn" Klint said in a low voice as he was also looking me over as well.
"I've never...." I started to say, but Klint seemed to know and quickly said "Don't worry, I've got you." He then scooped me up and carried me to the bed, laying me in the center. I still wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was seriously out of my zone of knowledge.
After placing me on the bed, he grabbed a small bottle of lube from his nightstand and climbed up. I panicked slightly as my first thought was he wanted to fuck me. But he moved to straddle my legs and popped open the lube, grabbed my dick, and squeezed a small amount on the shaft. He gripped me with one hand and proceeded to spread the lube around, jacking me slowly. Damn, the feeling of his hand was amazing. I was just giving into the feeling when he stopped. He then squeezed some lube into his other hand and then shocked me by reaching around his ass. "Fuck" I said in a low moan as I realized what was going to happen. Klint had glazed look in his eyes as he lubed up his hole and quietly said "I want you in me"
I'd had plenty experience with someone riding my cock. But never a guy, let alone a guy that outweighed me by 30 pounds. I watched in amazement as Klint moved forward, now directly over my hips. He reached behind, grabbed my slick member, pointed it straight up and then started rubbing it along his crack. He'd did this for a bit, occasionally rubbing across his pucker, till finally he stopped and with a look of concentration he trapped the head of my dick with his hole.
"Fuck" I almost screamed as my bulbous head popped into his tight warm hole. "Fuck... Fuck... aw... fuck..." I wasn't making much sense, but my mind was a blur. The sensation of his tight hole as it grabbed my shaft was like a soft, warm glove. A fucking tight glove. I think I've said tight a million times, but his ass was so damn snug compared to all the pussy I've ever fucked. I watched Klint's face as he took an inch or two in and would rise up, then lower himself some more. He had a look of pure bliss, a big smile, lusty eyes that were first looking toward the ceiling, then finally fell upon my face. We stared at each other as he finally bottomed out and his full weight was on my hips.
Klint sat there for a second, getting used to my full length. My 7 inches was buried inside him. He squeezed his chute a few times and massaged my tool, then he started to gyrate, moving his hips around, working my cock with his hole. He leaned forward a little and his hands found my chest, tweaking my nipples as he proceeded to raise up and then lower himself.
I grabbed his waist and helped guide him up and down, I started to buck up my hips and drive into him as he drove down onto me. "Aw... aw... fucking hell" was his stream of words, mixed with moans and groans. I hoped no one was in the room next but at this point I didn't really care.
Klint rode me like that for 10-15 minutes. My eyes were bulging out and I was about to explode. "Close... " I managed to squeak out as my orgasm neared. Klint moaned out what I think was "me too." His cock had been drizzling pre-cum all over my stomach as it bounced up and down with his movements. I grabbed it and tugged it just a couple times before a steady growl came from the depths of his chest "AWWWW... FUCK... shit..." as I watched his piss slit shoot out a huge amount of cum hitting me on my forehead and cheeks, then another shot hit my lips which I didn't hesitate to lick up. His nut was warm and salty.
That was all it took for me. I let out a low moan as I slammed my hips up into Klint, grabbing his waist and holding him down with all my might as my orgasm swept through me and what must have been the biggest load of my life surge out of my engorged cock and into the depths of his bowels. I continued to buck up into him as he pressed down onto me. The last few shots of his cum were covering my chest and abs as I coated his insides with my juices.
Finally, Klint collapsed forward onto me. His bigger body completely covering me, with his face in the crook of my neck as we both felt my softening cock slide out of his loosened hole. "Man... " I moaned out as Klint repositioned himself over me, now face to face, his eyes searching mine, making sure I was okay. He was pretty intense, but I grinned and moved in for a gentle kiss as my hands now roamed over his sweaty back. His cum that had covered my chest was now squishing between us, slicking us up. It was an amazing feeling.
We laid like that for a little bit, I could have happily fallen asleep, but Klint was the first to make a move. "Let's get cleaned up."
We moved to his bathroom and the big walk-in shower. I soaped up his backside a got my first proper look and feel of his amazing ass. Fuck it was gorgeous. Big, round, meaty covered with a light dusting of hair, with a lot more in his crack. I crouched down behind him, spread his cheeks and stared at his puffy ass lips that glistened with lube and my cum. "Damn... Look at that" I said almost to myself. I then did something I'd never done with anyone else... I kissed his hole.
"OH Fuck!" Klint let out as my kisses turned to licks and soon my tongue was probing his used hole, searching out my cum.
I ate him out for a few minutes but eventually stood up, smacked his ass and pulled him in for another kiss. We made out as we tasted our combined loads and his ass juices for the next few minutes.
I realized it was getting late and as much as I wanted to stay and spend some more time exploring my new desires, I needed to head out.
Reluctantly Klint let me go and helped me wash off, and I helped him do the same. We were pretty quiet as he laid in bed watching me put my clothes back on. I wasn't sure what to say and I don't think he knew either.
Klint finally broke the silence. "That was amazing." He continued a little quietly "Would you want to get together again?" I could only grin and nod as I rushed toward him and gave him another smoldering kiss. We exchanged contact information before I headed out of the room.
Klint and I get together at least weekly it seems, he lives in Indy and I'm up in Carmel, not very far apart. We're both avid golfers and pretty evenly matched. We use that as an excuse for an occasional weekend getaway. We do play golf, but the evenings are filled with romps and romance. We can't seem to get enough of each other. I think the next time I'll be riding him.