Taylor pulled the notes from his pocket and put it in the man’s hand. He had anticipated needing cash and hadn’t wanted to whip out the entire env...lope the senator had left for him. Guys like this were usually opportunists, but they didn’t do well with temptation. Money in hand, the clerk handed over a new key bearing the number seven.Taylor headed up the tight stairwell and found the room. As promised, or at least implied from taking Taylor’s money, the room did face the street, and he could. I stayed in the middle urinal, I put off my dick and began to relieve myself, a few seconds later the door opened, I freaked out, A big bald guy came in, he was about 45 years old, with a shirt open on his chest, showing some hair, he stopped next to me, he opened his zipper and pulled the stick out, I do not know why I kept looking at his cock, it was white and with a little skin covering his head, I tried to disguise, but it was already late, he had noticed that I was looking into his cock,. I undid his shirt and kissed his hairy chest and belly. I was consumed by lust and the urge to pull his trousers and underwear down to see the hard bulge that had been pressing against me.I wasn't disappointed to see his lovely thick hard uncut prick and heavy balls in all their glory. I had butterflies in my stomach at where this was leading too. I got down on my knees and teased this horny old man by kissing and licking his hairy thighs downwards. I then kissed the inside of his legs heading. 45 the following evening, with a bottle of not-bad Merlot in his hands and that fucking gorgeous smile on his face! “How’s the cat?” he asked, grinning.He was dressed in jeans again, same as yesterday, but today he had on a neat, check cotton shirt and I remember joking to myself at the time, “Clean shirt but jeans again; I hope he changed his underwear!”They always say that when you’re on a first date with a stranger, you should meet somewhere neutral but I guess I knew (and so did he) what.