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After the barman had poured my second beer I started to tell him my sad story, asking him if he knew of any hotels or B&B’s in the area. The barman was a nice guy and he gave me directions to a hotel around the corner that he said was not too expensive and was clean. After drinking up my second pint, I walked the five minutes to the hotel that the barman had recommended.

The hotel was nice enough, three stars with a bar and small breakfast room area. I paid the guy fifty pounds, which I thought was not too bad considering it was nearly eleven in the evening and to be honest, I was in no mood to walk around London looking for a cheaper room. The guy said the bar would be open until twelve, so after leaving my things in my room, I walked back down to the ground floor and entered the bar.

There was a few people in the bar, all looked like they were staying in the hotel. I ordered a pint and walked outside into the smoking area, because I was in need of a cigar. The evening air felt warm as I sat down and fired into life one of my large cigars that I enjoyed so much. The smoke tasted fantastic as I inhaled a couple of large balls of smoke to give me my badly needed nicotine hit. The smoking area was a small court yard that was situated in the centre of the hotel grounds. There were a few tables and chairs, with lights that gave the place a peaceful feeling.

A gentleman dressed in a suit walked into the court yard and sat down on the table to my left. He gave me a warm smile and said “good evening”. I replied in the same manner and we soon struck up a conversation. He was a charming man and I guessed he was about sixty, but he looked younger because he cut a dashing figure in his tailored suit. He also enjoyed cigars and I watched him fire a large cigar into life before inhaling a large lung full of cigar smoke deep down. He smiled saying that hit the sport and asked me how long I had been smoking cigars.

I told him that ever since I was a young man I had smoked them, never bothering with cigarettes; cigars were a real passion of mine. This seemed to interest him in a manner that I knew only too well, I could have been wrong of course, but all the signs were there, that this guy who I now knew as Bill, had a serious cigar smoke fetish just like my own. Bill started to tell me over a few more drinks about his love affair (as he called it) with cigars; he had smoked all of his adult life and was one of the lucky ones because he was in good health, considering he had smoked for well over forty years.

He had owned a small cigar shop in his town for the last ten years, after taking early retirement from the city. It seemed Bill had suffered the same fate as me, because he mentioned the cute young barman at the bar just outside the station that had pointed him in this direction for the night, I smiled and said it was the same for me, he must be on a commission.

We both laughed at this and I knew that Bill was just not a good looking mature guy; in fact he was great company to be with. I started to get the impression that Bill was more than interested in me and I loved that feeling because I have always been drawn to the more mature lover ever since I found out what my cock was for. I was and always will be a bisexual, however in the latter years I had spent more times between the sheets with guys than women.

I looked back in Bill’s direction as I ordered a couple of brandies from the bar; the barman said it would have to be the last because he needed to shut the bar; however, we were welcome to sit outside in the court yard for as long as we wanted. I thanked the barman and walked back into the courtyard telling Bill that the bar was closing, but we could sit here for as long as we like.

Bill said it seemed a shame to end the night, because he was enjoying my company. I told him I felt the same and it was not long before I found myself telling Bill that I was happy that the train was cancelled otherwise we might not have meet. He smiled and with one of his beaming smiles and said that the night did not have to finish there; if I wanted we could go back to his room for a night cap.

I looked into Bill’s eyes; they were so blue and inviting, along with his tanned bald head, high cheek bones and full lips that I loved to see wrapped round his huge cigar, I said yes, why not; I would like that very much. We took our brandies and head up the stairs to Bill’s room; I was feeling so horny that I could not wait to walk up the two flights of stairs to arrive at Bill’s door.

Bill passed me his glass as he fiddled for his key before we entered his room, I passed Bill his glass back, and we entered through the open door. Bill’s room was just like mine, not fantastic, but clean enough, with a small on suite bathroom and a large double bed in the corner. Bill walked over to the window and opened it; he said to sit down please as he pointed to the bed. Bill turned and walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. I did not waste any time, I kissed Bill full on the lips and our tongues went to work exploring each other’s mouths instantly.

My cock became so hard and I found myself rubbing the large bulge in Bill’s trousers, wondering just how big Bill was. It was not long before I found out; Bill slipped out of his suit as I removed my jeans and shirt. I was so horny; I fell on my knees and went to work on Bill’s very large cock. Bill was shaven--just how I like it, very smooth indeed. He had a large head and I supposed his cock would have been about eight inches and quite thick. I took the full eight down into my hungry throat, working him hard and I could see by the look on Bill’s face that he loved every minute of it.

Bill returned the favour on my eight inches and it was not long before I was lying on my back with my pussy in the air waiting for a good seeing too. Bill was fantastic, as he worked my arse with his wonderful pleasure weapon; the feeling was becoming more intense as Bill worked my cock with the grip of experience.

I know we should of bagged up, but to be honest the feeling was wonderful as I felt him inside me, also I had this feeling that this might be the first time, but certainly it would not be the last if it was left up to me.

Bill was very vocal and I loved that; he kept on calling me his young slut, this was really having an effect on me, so it was no surprise when I fired my cum into the air and onto my stomach as Bill carried on fucking me so hard.

They say there is no substitute for experience and Bill was the living proof of this as he thundered his cum all over my body. Bill looked a real picture as the cum shot from his cock, I found it hard to remember a better fuck and I hoped that Bill would want more. We lay on the bed kissing and caressing each other when I said to Bill I wanted to make it a regular thing if he wanted it. Bill smiled and said he would love to see me again and we could see how it goes.

I was very happy as I slipped off to sleep in Bill’s arms still covered in his love juice. We woke early and fucked in the shower before we caught the first train out of the station. By this time we had exchanged numbers and I waved Bill off at his stop, whilst I carried on up the line for another fifty miles before I arrived home.

I checked my answering machine and sure enough there was a message from Bill, inviting me up the next day to his home. It seemed that Bill and I would to start a friendship that I hoped would build into something special.