Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 01:52:00 -0800
From: acuriousgeorge@4email.net
Subject: Trade Show

About disclaimers: I am not sure if there is a standard boilerplate for
these stories.
Disclaimer: No people were harmed in the production of this work of
factually based fiction.  The names have been changed to keep innocent
people from being exposed.  Please do not read this if you have a
medical condition, religious righteousness phobia or psychological
condition that might be irritated by stories involving beauty, freedom,
thought and pleasure, specifically between same sex consenting sexual
partners.  Please also be advised that the author is only interested in
constructive criticism and not confused or illiterate hate ramblings.
Beware: this story involves two men exploring their sexuality.

Trade Show

I was 27 and a commercial rep for a contracting supplies company, and I
had to work the trade show route.  I had just separated from my fiance,
it just wasn't there anymore.  My industry doesn't skimp, but after a
while 4 or 5 stars still looks pretty bleak after a while.  I had a few
buddies from other companies but the turn over was such that you never
made real friends, besides their company might buy your company, or vice
versa and one of you is out of a job.

It was Sunday in Chicago, the last day - contract day.  I was bored.
The show was at the convention center and I was staying a cab ride away.
 In front of me at the Taxi stand was my competitors parts supplier.
Not quite a Coke v. Pepsi rivalry, more like a Coke v. Royal Crown, but
competition none the less.  He smiled and nodded my direction, he was on
the phone.  It was cold and raining.  He motioned me to join him in the
cab.  I figured what the heck.  Maybe I could eavesdrop.

He was a good looking guy, but not overwhelmingly. He carried himself
differently and spoke softly.  Kind of feminine. His name was William,
and in this business, that was Bill or Willie, but he always went by
William. Some guys rumored that he was probably gay.  That didn't bother
me, not that I consider myself gay, even though I had some mutual
masturbation experiences in my youth. I definitely wasn't a homophobe.
After a few minutes of
whispering he got off the phone and apologized.
"Nice to finally meet to you," he said.
"Yeah, nice to meet you, too.  How's business?" I said figuring the
weather was obvious.
"Not bad.  But these trade shows can be a little tedious," he said
looking at the traffic.  I thought to myself no one uses the word
tedious in this business, but I grunted agreement. "What are you doing
after this?" he asked, still looking away.
"I guess Leguna Niguel Thursday, you?" I answered talking about the next
conference.
"I meant tonight, but it's funny you mentioned California," he sort of
brightened up.  "That's my turf?  You're from Arizona, right?"
"Yeah, I am.  Where in Cali?" I asked as the conversation took a swift
tangent.
"Just north of San Diego.  But I am working the Laguna Niguel show
next week, my boss loves that one.  That's my break," he sighed.

The cab came up to the convention center, and we split the fare.  I
thanked him and we headed off in our separate directions.
The Chicago show is one of the biggest in our industry so we went all
out, but ithadn't been especially productive in the new client
department.  It was
pretty stressful to say the least.  I got a ride back to the hotel with
a client.

Later that night after I had dinner with my client in Wisconsin I
thought I'd try my luck looking for love at the bar.  It was empty,
typical Sunday
Night in the Midwest, boring!  And it was only 8:00pm!  So, I wandered
around the facilities.  They had an indoor pool and I walked by, and
through the glass in the hallway I saw William swimming laps.  I watched
for a minute and noticed that although he was really thin, he
had tone.  He caught me eye at the shallow end.  He waved.  I felt like
an idiot still in my business suit but I went into the pool area.
"Are you as bored as I am?" he said swimming over to the close edge.
"I don't know, you are at least doing something, I am just wandering
around."
"Do you swim?" he said dipping his head back so his hair was plastered
to his head.  It showed off his taut abs.
"Not so much." I answered.  I am actually kind of shy, and I am not in
the best shape, so any sport that requires me to be shirt-less I avoid.
"Well I was just about to go back to my room to watch some new DVD's I
just got for my birthday last week. You want to come up and watch?"  he
asked, and for some reason I felt a pang of nervousness, like I just got
asked out, and I guess I did, but I felt awkward.
"Sure" I said.
He put on his robe and we went up to his room, which was on the
executive or concierge level.  I don't want to complain but he had suite
with a full kitchen and a bar a love seat and a couch which made my room
look sad.  Usually I could care a less, but there was a case of beer
on ice in a mini trough. "Nice digs!"  surveying the
living/entertainment area.  There was also his projector and screen set
up.
"Yeah we had a private consultation with a client.  Damn boring, but at
least the 'caterers' left the beer.  Help yourself!  Don't cost nuthin'"
he said the last part in a gruff voice.
"Don't mind if I do!" I matched with a Homer Simpson voice.
He put in Pirates of the Caribean which at the time I was hoping to see
anyway.  I was sitting on the love seat and he was on the couch.  I had
taken off
my jacket and tie and unbuttoned my shirt (I had on an undershirt), and
he was still in the robe.  They did have comfortable robes.  We did a
number on the beers, and we were getting pretty drunk.  We then started
watching some foriegn film (I think danish) with really bad sub-titles.
It was hard to follow, but it was definately beautifully shot.  William
was having a hard time staying awake.  I looked over at one point and he
was snoring.  He was on his side and his robe had opened the length of
his body but still covered him.  I tried to wake him up but he just
fanned my hand away.  I went to get my things to go to my room when I
noticed he had rolled on his back, and kicked his legs apart.
Apparently he had removed his swim suit.  I felt like I was back in
college and I will admit I was bored and horny so I
bent over his thin surprisingly long flaccid cock and blew on the head
(not a blow job but like I was blowing out candles).  He groaned and
grabbed his dick, and I chuckled.  But then he did something I didn't
expect.  He started to slowly massage his dick.  It started to
get hard.  I thought it was funny at first, but then he started writhing
around, kind of groaning.  I watched him for a half an hour.
I was getting harder and more turned on.  At one point I went to wake
him, maybe to take it futher or stop the situation.  But he didn't wake
up.  I tried to
work his arms free of the robe but no way.  His left hand was massaging
his cock the whole time.  I couldn't take it anymore.  I unzipped my
pants and put his right hand on my cock.  He barely held on and it went
back to grabbing air and the couch and finally his chest.  I was
frustrated.  I
took of my shirt and stood over him naked.  I sat down on the ottoman
and
stroked my cock until I came.  I took a quick shower in his room and got
dressed and ran to mine.  My heart was racing, but after a while I felt
a little guilty about it.

When I got home I put his card in the trade show stuff so I wouldn't
forget it but also so I wouldn't call him before Thursday.  I also would
get hard just thinking about the trip to California, although I had no
idea what I wanted or what would happen.

On Thursday I flew into LAX and rented a car to go to Niguna Niguel.
After I checked in and set up my presentation, I went to the lobby to
look for my clients.  To my surprise I saw William.  He said he had to
help his boss set up.  He was just leaving.  I was disappointed and I
think he could sense it, so I walked with him to Valet parking.  We
compared hangover stories, and his car came up.  A brand new Porsche
911 s4.  My dream car.
"Jealous!" he said in a really bitchy way.
"Hell yeah!"  I blurted out.
"Well I'll be back on Sunday night to pick up my projector and laptop
from the old man.  Maybe we could hook up and I'll let you drive"
"You promise?" I said regretting it immediately.  "I'll see ya!  Have a
great weakend away from all this madness!"
If minutes could seem like hours...man that was a long trade show.  On
Saturday night I had to entertain our biggest customer.  He was Chinese,
with an entourage, and the translater was this pimply kid who spoke bad
broken English (probably spoke broken Chinese too).  On top of which the
show ended on Saturday and my office screwed up the reservation so I
wasn't leaving till Monday at noon.  I had hoped William would show up
early, but when I saw his company had already left I became anxious that
no one told him either, or that plans had changed.
I hung around the bar getting a buzz watching basketball, and I actually
am not a big B-Ball fan.  Just when I was about to resign myself to my
room for maybe a spank session, I saw the Porshe drive up.  William
beeped the horn.  It was mid afternoon and still warm, but it got chilly
there in February. He had on shorts and a
tight polo.  He ran in and picked up the cases at the front desk and he
handed me the key.  Then he pranced out to the car putting the equipment
in the tiny back seat.
He asked, "have you been drinking?"
"A bit" I admitted, I was admiring the lines of the car.
"Well you need to sober up before you can drive my baby."  He snatched
the keys away before I could protest.  I got in the passenger side and
sulked.  "Buckle up!"  he reached over and pulled my seat belt across,
then smiled devilishly.
We peeled out of the hotel exit on to the highway.  I forget the kind of
g-force a Porche can muster and it felt good to be zooming along.  We
drove along the highway for an hour or so to his house in Oceanside
right on the beach.  It was a sweet place.  Sparce and small but it had
a private patio with a view of the ocean off the deck which had a hot
tub next to an over grown latice.  He offered me some iced tea.  I sat
at the patio table and watched the sunset.  My cares just vanished.  He
came out with some towels.
"Jacuzzi?" he asked.
"Nah, I'd probably pass out" I answered.
"Sure?"
"Yeah"
"Do you mind..."
"Nah go on." I assure him
He takes off his shirt and then he slides down his shorts.  He is
wearing boxer briefs.  He pulls them down, and stretches. He has no body
fat.  He catches me staring, then smiles and jumps in.  He turns off the
patio and Jacuzzi light and cranks the jets.
"You should try this it's amazing" he says as he floats around. It was
getting darker, and colder and I was tempted.  But like I said I am shy.
 He stood up reaching for his wine glass on a shelf.  And I noticed his
cock was now hard.  I lost the debate in my head.
Soon I nervously take off my clothes and I sit opposite William in the
Jacuzzi.  My heart feels like it's going to explode.  He being a nice
guy looks away towards the sunset during my entrance.  It feels
fantastic!  I feel
the jets on my back. He smiles and then turns to me and asks if there is
anything better.  I begin to relax and I got reach for my drink when I
realize I left it at the table.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing. I just got comfortable and my drink is over there" I state.
Not telling him that my dick was getting hard.
"I'll get it" he starts to get up.
"No" I raise up "I am fine" we settle back.
"You sure" he stands up.  "I'll go get it."  His cock is right infront
of my face. He goes to step out and I put my arm up.  He tries to brush
by but he slips.  I jam my toe but I catch him.  His naked body crashes
on top of me and my raging hard on. I try to push him off but he half
wrestles
me.  He laughes and climbs off then he sees me winching.  "You alright?"
"I jammed my foot catching you!" I snap.  I was hurt and a little
embarresed by the whole situation.
"My hero!" he says all cutesy, which kind of pissed me off a bit.
"Fuck off!" I growl.
"You know your cuter when your mad." He smirked impishly.
"Jesus!" I push away from him. "What am I doing here?" I think to
myself.  I settle into the seat he was in.  There are jets ocillation
all over me.  He gets out an gets my drink and the pitcher of tea.
"Here," he offers my glass to me.  "let me see that toe." I poke my foot
up out of the water.  It actually doesn't hurt as bad as it did, and I
feel like an ass for making a big deal.  His back to me, he holds my
ankle from underneath and his elbow slides between my legs, with his arm
pit on my knee and leg.  I feel him blow on my toe.  It feels good to
have flesh on my leg.
"One good turn deserves another," he said softly. Oh shit!  I think to
myself he is refering to the hotel room in Chicago.  Still holding on to
my ankle he turns so his back is on my leg and he grabs his dick
underwater with his other hand.  "Look familiar?"
"Uh, yeah"  I say my heart pounding and my cock completely erect.
He puts my foot down and rolls so he is facing me.  His hand which he
was stroking himself goes under water and I feel it gently under my
balls.  I suck in air, and his other hand brushes my hair back. "Sh,
sh!" he shushes me as he leans in and we kiss..
..it was amazing.  My heart was pounding and his tounge felt so good.  I
must look faint or flushed because he asks, "You OK?"
"Yeah!" I sigh, his hand is still carefully massaging my cock and balls.
"Sit on the edge." He commands.  I comply.  I feel the cool air all over
my body.  My butt is on the edge.  My back against the lattice.  He
holds my legs and floats between my thighs licking inside and around my
balls.  He gently sucks my balls in his mouth.  His cheeks rub the shaft
of my cock.  I never had this much attention paid to my nuts.  It feels
incredible.  Then I feel his tounge probe under my balls and it feels so
good.  He looks up impishly and smiles.  Then he starts sucking my cock
his fingers are now putting pressure on my anus.  I am shivering from
pleasure but also its pretty cold.  I rub his shoulders.
He stops and stands up, offering his hand.  I grab his hand and stand
up.  He steps out of the jacuzzi. We go inside.  We walk to his bedroom.

I just want to cum.  We sit on the bed wet and cold.  We kiss and
caress each other.  I take his cock in my hand.  It's hot.  We lay back.
He stradles me on my stomach.   His cock is on my chest. He slides down
slowly kissing my forehad.  My cock is pressed in his ass crack.  I
thrust and he smiles.  He rolls off.  I shake my head.  He returns.  I
feel his mouth on my cock.  Then I feel the cool lube. I sit up a bit to
watch him apply lube to my dick.  Then he puts a glob in his butt.  I
lie back.  Oh Jesus!  What am I doing?  He kisses me again.  Then holds
my arms by the wrists and climbs back on me.  I feel the heat of his ass
and look down at his cock then see my cock disappear behind his.
At first he shudders, but he writhes around. It's weird to feel his hot
cock and balls on my belly.  But his ass feels wonderful.  He contracts
and I think my dick is in a vice.  He grabs by hands and leans back.  I
decide to thust into him and he moans.  I keep forcing my cock into his
ass and he shivers. He is rocking and squirming and I feel like I am
going to cum.  He puts both hands on my stomach and rubs his cock
between them.  Faster we fuck and I feel his hot cum on my chest.  I
start to cum right after.  I swear he cums again, but my eyes are shut.
He falls on me after I feel my dick escape.  We stay like that for a
minute or two then he gets off me.  I open my eyes. He uses a towel to
wipe my body and I stand up.  We climb on to the bed and sleep under big
fluffy down comforter.

I wake up an hour or so later and he has pushed his cock against my
asshole.
Not hard but his dick is between and hard. It feels good.  He is still
asleep.  I decide to return the favor.  I
flip over and message his cock.  He awakes with a smile.  I decide to
suck his dick.  I carefully lick the shaft and around his balls.  I can
taste the cum and chlorine.  He has spreads his legs and is messaging my
head and neck.   I start with the head and then using my tounge down the
shaft I start to push my head as far as his thin cock will go.  I feel
it against my throat and gag.  I hear him chuckle.  I run my lips up
each side of his shaft.  I feel the heat and  pulse of his cock.  My ass
is in the air and the feeling is awesome.  He stops me.
"You don't have to do this." he croaks, his voice all funky from
sleeping.
"Fuck me!" I demand.  The words seem alien to me even.
"You sure?" He smiles.  I reach for the lub on the bed side table.
"Yeah!  Fuck me."  I squeese the tub and reach in my ass and apply some
to my asshole.
He jumps when I smear some on his dick.  I spin around and present my
butt to him.  He grabs my butt cheeks and I feel the head of his dick
push against my asshole. I try to relax.  I feel more heat and pain.  He
pushes me forward and his hands push apart my ass cheeks more.  He gets
on his knees.  I close my eyes and I feel the most intense pain warmth
and pressure in my life.  Then I feel his pelvis against my ass.  His
hands move to my hips as he pulls me while he thusts into me.  The pain
is amazing, but it is slowly being replaced by pressure and my cock
which had gone flaccid is now erect.  I feel his hand on my back,
clawing.  It hurts but feels good.  I feel his other hand on my shaft.
I am writhing in agony and pleasure.  He is fucking me.  I can't believe
I am doing this.  It seems like days, but finally I feel hot jets of cum
in my ass.  He quickens his stokes on my cock.  I feel him withdraw.
Just then I cum into his hand.  He keeps messaging the head.  I feel the
cum leaking out of my ass.  He rubs the cum on my belly, then rolls onto
his back.  I climb off the bed.  I go into the bathroom and take a
shower.  He comes in to join me.  I feel a soapy hand in my ass crack
and I smile.
"Can I drive your car now?" I ask, and we laugh.
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