Date: Thu, 05 Jun 2003 18:12:23 -0400
From: Keybedder@aol.com
Subject: Business Trip with Joel

BUSINESS TRIP WITH JOEL by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2003 by the author.

When I went on that business trip to Houston with Joel Rogers, the gay guy
from my company, I never thought I'd end up having my first taste of
man-to-man sex.

After all, I was a happily married man--still am. It was a hectic time,
though, as my wife and I had just had our first child, a beautiful little
girl. What with recovering from childbirth and getting up several times
every night she was exhausted. Our sex life had dwindled to almost
nothing. I tried to be supportive but it was hard. I guess I'm oversexed or
something, but even jacking off didn't provide relief--I constantly felt as
though I was carrying a lead weight in my crotch. Working out at the gym
helped some, but not enough.

I didn't know Joel well, nor did I want to. When my supervisor told me that
we were going to Houston together to pitch our communications system to a
firm headquartered downtown, I protested. My objections fell on deaf ears.

"Look," my boss Lee said, "You and Rogers have been marketing the Telnex
system from the start. You're the top men for the job. Period."

"Couldn't we stay in separate rooms at least?"

He raised his eyebrows. "So that's the problem." He leaned back in his
chair. "Cal, our firm has a non-discrimination policy. You know that."

"So?"

"So, we walk the walk. I don't juggle assignments or book extra hotel rooms
to cater to your prejudices." He smiled in a way I didn't like one
bit. "You're a big strong guy. If Rogers hits on you, you have my
permission to deck him. I doubt he will, though. He's smart. A guy who's
really going places. You could go places too, Cal, if you do a good job."

I caught his drift. There was nothing more to say.

So I went to the airport with a bad attitude. I'd avoided meeting with Joel
in the days leading up to our trip, e-mailing him stuff for our
presentation. He didn't seem to mind and sent me polite replies thanking me
for the info. The moment couldn't be postponed any longer, though. I didn't
have the nerve to ask for separate seats on the plane, and besides, we had
to do at least some planning before we took on the bigwigs at the firm.

Joel was already at the gate. He was slender, shorter than me, with fair
skin, reddish hair and blue eyes. I'd always thought of him as a skinny
wimp, but up close I saw that his clothes hung on a what was actually a
tight, toned body. He always dressed well and now was no exception. His
suit and tie looked as if they had just come from the cleaners. Next to him
I felt stale and rumpled.

He shook my hand and smiled, but seemed to know that I wasn't interested in
idle chitchat. It wasn't until we were in the air and had finished our
drinks that he turned to me.

"Ready to work?

"Uh, sure." While I was still fumbling in my carry-on for my folders he had
his materials all spread out. When we started going over the stuff I was
impressed in spite of myself. Joel had added pages of notes to the
photocopied presentation materials, stuff that he had researched himself.

"You sure are prepared," I observed at one point.

"Have to be," he answered. "These guys are pros. They'll pick up on any
fumbling or faking in a flash."

"I feel like the guy who forgot to study for the test." I was starting to
get nervous.

Joel smiled. "You'll be fine, Cal. I'll set you up and at the right moment
you'll take over."

As luck would have it there was a stack of planes at Houston
Intercontinental and our landing was delayed. I drummed my fingers on the
arm of my seat. Waiting was torture.

"Looks like we'll have to head to the place as soon as we land," Joel
said. "Good thing we prepped on the plane."

Once we finally touched down we picked up our luggage and found a shuttle
into downtown. I wished I'd had a chance to freshen upo but there was no
help for it. I looked sideways at Joel. He looked cool and collected, every
hair in place.

Houston traffic on a Friday afternoon lived up to every awful thing we had
been told about it. We finally got to the downtown high-rise where the firm
was located on an upper floor. The elevator whisked us up to the office,
where we were ushered into a spacious inner sanctum. The carpet was an
oriental rug, the furniture mahogany. On one side of the room a projector
was all set up and a built-in screen was down from the ceiling. Joel
plugged in his laptop, clicked the mouse a few times and was ready to go,
not a second too soon. Just as he centered the first Powerpoint slide on
the screen the door opened and three men in very expensive suits walked in.

I had to hand it to Joel. He ran through the presentation as if he had done
it a hundred times, cueing each new slide up at the proper time, never
losing his place. About halfway through he turned to me and said, "And now,
my associate Calvin Adams will explain the technical aspects in more
detail."

I had been dreading this moment, but Joel had set things up so well that it
was like talking to a group of friends.

We finished and they asked us a few questions. A round of handshakes and
pleasantries and it was over. I didn't realize how tense I had been until
we had packed up our stuff, said thank you to the receptionist and were on
our way down in the elevator. All of a sudden my knees turned to rubber and
my head started spinning. I leaned against the wall, shut my eyes and
started taking deep breaths to try and calm myself.

"Cal, are you all right?"

I nodded, still feeling strange. "I'll be fine."

"Let's sit down a moment after we get out."

We found a bench in the lobby and sat down. After a few minutes I finally
started to feel better.

"You okay?" Joel asked again. He was looking at me with genuine concern.

"Yeah, thanks. Guess getting up early and worrying just caught up with me."

"After a good dinner and a night's rest you'll feel a lot better." He
smiled and offered his hand. "We did it, guy."

I shook it. "You did it. It was all you." I hated to admit it but it was
true.

"Nah. You had the specs down cold--showed them how much money they could
save. That's what really impressed them. I think they're sold, don't you?"

"You never can tell until the contract's signed, but yeah, they liked it."

Joel clapped me on the shoulder. "I think this calls for a celebration. I
know a really great place to eat right near the hotel we're at."

"Sounds good to me. I need to shower before dinner though. I must stink
like a goat after all the sweating I did up there."

We headed out of the building and caught a cab to the hotel. In the room I
couldn't wait to get clean and whipped off my shirt before I realized what
I was doing. Well, what the heck? I wasn't going to spend the weekend
hiding in the bathroom just because a gay guy might catch a look at me.

All the same, I looked over at Joel to see if he had noticed. His back was
turned and he was taking off his own shirt. Unlike me, he was wearing a
t-shirt underneath. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. My jaw
dropped when his pale, bare butt appeared. Had he gone commando the whole
time?

Joel turned partway toward me and I realized that he had been wearing
something underneath his dress slacks after all. A pouch made of some
stretchy material covered his privates, hanging from an elastic
waistband. That was all. It was a strapless jock. I had never seen anything
like it.

"Cal?"

"Huh?" I looked up and saw that he had caught me red-handed, staring at
him. I could feel a blush spreading across my face.

"I said, did you want the shower first?" If Joel had noticed me checking
him out he was being too polite to say so. A funny little smile was on his
face, though. I was sure he HAD noticed.

"Uh, sure. Thanks."

I hurried past him into the bathroom, got the rest of my clothes off and
jumped in the shower. The warm spray calmed me down a bit, but funny thing,
I had the beginnings of an erection. I soaped my dick and gave it a few
strokes. It felt good and I thought about keeping going, but it felt weird
to be jacking off with Joel just beyond the bathroom door, even though I
knew he couldn't hear me.

When I came out, wearing my boxers, Joel was lying on one of the beds, his
hands behind his back, still wearing the funny jock and t-shirt. Before I
looked away I caught a glimpse of curly pubic hair peeking out from the
pouch.

He took his dinner clothes into the bathroom with him. By the time he came
out, I was dressed too.

The restaurant was as good as Joel said it would be. We ordered a bottle of
wine on the company expense account. As we drank our second and third
glasses I finally began to relax around him. He was asking me lots of
questions about my new baby and how me and my wife were doing. It must have
been the wine talking, but I found myself telling him some pretty personal
stuff.

"I love her to death," I said, "But these first months since the baby came
have been hell. I've been climbing the walls."

Joel looked sympathetic. "Your love life isn't what it used to be?"

"What love life, man? She's either taking care of the baby or asleep. I get
so horny I can't think straight. Even thought about other women, but I
could never do that." I fixed him with a slightly drunken stare. "It's so
easy for you gay guys. All you have to do is walk out and pick up someone
when you feel the urge."

It was a pretty insulting thing to say, but Joel didn't take offense. He
smiled and shook his head. "Actually, Cal, I don't do that sort of
thing. I'm pretty selective." He picked up the bottle. "More wine?"

By the time we got back to the room it was past nine. I took off my shoes
and socks and flopped down in an armchair.

"Jesus, I'm tired. But it's too early to turn in."

I stretched and yawned, then winced as I felt a twinge from a tight muscle
in my back. Joel noticed and came up to me. Before I could protest he was
kneading my shoulders, his fingers surprising me with their strength.

"Hey, you don't have to do that."

"Shh, just relax," Joel said. "You look like you could use a backrub. I've
had massage training. I'll have you as good as new before you know it."

His hands were doing wonderful things. I closed my eyes and sighed with
relief.

"You know, I could do a better job if you took off your shirt and laid down
on the bed."

By now my resistance was gone. I did as Joel asked. He got a bottle of hand
lotion and continued to rub until I was putty in his hands.

"All done," Joel announced. I turned over and stretched again, putting my
hands behind my head. This time there was no twinge, just a warm glow. I
smiled up at him.

"Thanks a lot. That was great."

"Don't mention it." Joel gazed at me, unsmiling, and put his hand on my
bare stomach. Something unspoken passed between us. His hand moved,
stroking my flesh.

"Nice abs." He stuck his finger in my navel and I shivered. I wanted to
tell him to cut it out, but somehow the words wouldn't come out of my
mouth. A familiar warmth rose in my lower body and I felt a pressure in the
front of my pants.

"Is this all right, Cal?"

My mouth was dry. I nodded.

By now Joel's hand was massaging the bulge in my pants. "Looks like you
need me to take care of something else, guy. What do you think?"

I hesitated, then spoke in a hoarse whisper. "Go ahead."

He smiled, unbuckled my belt and drew down my zipper. I stared into his
blue eyes as he pulled at the waistband of my boxers. He dropped his gaze
to my cut cock jutting up, the shaft thick and veined, clear fluid leaking
from the darker tip.

"Oh Cal," Joel said in a low voice as he bent toward it. "Somehow I knew
you'd have a big pretty dick." The next moment his mouth closed around it
and I gasped. My wife gave me head once in a while, but she didn't really
like to do it. Joel, I could tell, was in heaven. He squeezed his lips
together in a tight, hot seal, then proceeded to slurp and suck and slide
up and down until I thought I would go crazy.

Soon I was writhing and gasping. "Oh Christ, I'm going to shoot."

"Mm hmm," Joel mumbled as he deep-throated me. He wanted me to cum in his
mouth. For a second I wondered whether I ought to, but I was helpless to
stop the sperm boiling up from my balls.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, arching my back as my entire body went into spasm, my
hips lifting off the bed in a huge thrust as my cock shot blast after blast
of hot cream into Joel's eager mouth. I groaned and bucked as the biggest
orgasm I'd had in ages ripped through my body.

Finally it was over. My body went limp and I flopped back onto the
bed. Joel continued to clean my cock of the last of my load until I sucked
in my breath. He stopped and grinned at me, his eyes wet, his lips reddened
with his exertions, a drop of my cum clinging to his cheek.

"Getting sensitive, eh?" He got up and went into the bathroom, emerging a
few minutes later with a moist washcloth. He sat on the bed and carefully
cleaned my spent organ. When he was done he got rid of the washcloth, went
over to the armchair and sat, looking across the room at me as I caught my
breath. He still had all his clothes on.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Much, thanks." I replied. Then I said, "Why are you sitting so far away?"

He shrugged, the same smile I had seen earlier that day on his face. "I'm
just being careful."

"Careful?"

He shrugged again. "Straight men can get weird afterward."

All of a sudden I remembered what Lee had said to me when I'd objected to
being paired with Joel. I blushed and got a little huffy. "You can stop
worrying. I'm not into gay-bashing."

"Well, I'm glad, because I like you, Cal." Joel kept talking, more to
himself than to me. "I wasn't sure whether to try anything. I figured I had
a chance, though, when I saw you looking at me when we were changing for
dinner."

"Oh." He had noticed, then. "Actually I was looking at that thing you were
wearing. Trying to figure out how it stayed on."

Joel raised his eyebrows at me, then smiled. "So you liked my Sock? That's
what it's called, you know. The Sock."

"It's kind of cool."

Joel got up and rummaged in his carry-on sitting on the floor. After a
moment he held something out at me. "I have another one. Want to try it
on?"

I took the flimsy thing, got up and slipped my pants off. I stood in my
boxers in front of Joel, hesitating, before I decided that was silly. I
dropped them to the floor and stepped into the jock. I got the waistband up
to where it was supposed to be and stopped, confused.

"Now tuck it underneath your balls."

I saw how the thing worked. The elastic around the pouch went behind my
nuts and held my package in place, dick pointed down. It felt good. Joel
nodded.

"It's nice, isn't it? Feels like you're freeballing but you get some
support too."

I scratched my head and grinned. "I like it, but if I wore this to the gym
I'd get some strange looks."

Joel fixed me with that smile again. "You might get into some interesting
conversations. Keep it."

I was surprised. "Really?"

He walked over to me and cupped the full pouch with his hand. "Sure. You
look great wearing it." His voice dropped and his fingers began to move,
squeezing and caressing. Even though I had cum only a short while before I
felt myself getting hard again. "Damn hot."

"Oh shit," I said as my dick sprang up to full erection, taking the pouch
of the jock with it. Joel burst out laughing.

"That's the one problem with this thing. Get too horny and you pop right
out." He stared into my eyes as he unbuckled his belt. "I popped out of
mine a while back."

His body was all muscle and sinew, not an ounce of extra fat on it. He
peeled the jock off of me and backed me onto the bed. He produced a foil
packet from somewhere, tore it open and unrolled the pre-lubed rubber over
my aching rod. Then he mounted the bed and squatted over my body. I felt
the head of my sheathed cock touch the soft spot between his cheeks. One
hand stroked his own cock, not as big as mine but hard as steel. It was
strange to see a pair of balls dangling from a body I was about to fuck,
strange to see a hard flat stomach and muscled pecs instead of soft white
breasts. I was past caring about any of that. Joel's skillful seduction had
led me to places I had never been. I couldn't wait to find out where we'd
go next.

He smiled, a bit nervous. "Golly, you're big. I hope I can take you. Well,
here goes." I felt pressure on the head of my dick, increasing almost to
the point of pain, then sudden squeezing warmth spreading down my cock. I
had broken through the barrier of his asshole and slid inside.

"Jesus Christ," Joel hissed, grimacing.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Yeah, just give me a minute." His breath came in short, pained
gasps, then after a while, one long sigh as he sank down and took me all
the way in, his butt cheeks pressing against my pubes. My eyes rolled back
in their sockets and I just about passed out. No pussy had ever felt this
tight, this hot or this good.

"Oh fuck that's nice," I whispered.

Joel smiled. "You're telling me." He moved upward and the pressure on my
cock increased as he squeezed his ass muscles tight. At the top he held
just the head inside him, moving up and down on it until I couldn't stand
it any longer. Then he sat back down, plunging my rod back into the heat of
his hole.

After a few minutes of this I was half hysterical, tossing my head from
side to side, begging him to stop, begging him not to stop. Through it all
Joel kept working my cock, a smile playing on his lips. He began to ride it
faster, jacking himself off in rhythm to his strokes. I couldn't stand it
any more and sat up, leaning forward and flipping him onto his back.

Joel didn't mind. "So that's the way you want it? Then take it, fucker," he
said, looking up at me while he hooked his legs over my shoulders, his eyes
steely with challenge. "Fuck my pussy, straight boy."

I began to drill his hole as hard as I could, Joel keeping up a continual
stream of taunts and obscenities, his hand stroking his own hardon without
stopping. At last I shouted, "I'm cumming!" and rammed my cock one last
time into his ass as it came to life and pumped its gushing load into the
rubber inside Joel's body. Joel's breath hissed through clenched teeth as
his cock squirted white jets onto his heaving stomach.

We stayed locked together until the storm began to pass. Then Joel smiled,
untangled himself from my grasp and lifted himself off my cock, grimacing
as it popped out of his hole. "Stay there," he said, and went into the
bathroom, emerging with another washcloth, peeling my rubber off and
cleaning me for the second time that night.

When he was finished he dried me with a towel and lay down next to me. I
put an arm around his shoulder and drew him close.

"That was great," Joel said.

I didn't reply right away. Now that I was coming back down to earth little
devils were starting to torment my brain.

"What is it, Cal?"

I turned to look at him. "Am I gay, Joel?"

He considered this. "Well, are you going to divorce your wife now? Start
picking up men in bars?"

"Course not."

"So you're still the same Cal. You just tried something new. You might or
might not ever do it again. It's up to you."

He looked at the ceiling for a while, then said, "You'd be surprised if you
knew who else has done it."

"Who?"

Joel smirked. "Well, I really shouldn't tell you, but--who would you never
pick in a million years? Ever?"

My eyebrows shot up and he nodded. I was flabbergasted.

"Bill Osborne? He's always telling fag jokes. A real asshole."

Joel nodded. "Trust me, it's all an act."

"So you and he..." I could see why Joel would go after Bill. Asshole or not
he was a good-looking guy. Even I thought so.

"Yep, last year when we went to the Verizon show." He frowned and put a
finger to my lips. "Not a word to anyone," he warned. "If he finds out I
told anyone he'll kill me. Then he'll kill you," he added, playfully
tapping my nose.

"Mum's the word." By now my head was spinning from all that I had
experienced and learned that evening. This was for sure the most
interesting business trip I'd ever taken.

Joel got up and threw back the covers of the other bed. I looked at his
body, thinking about how I'd held it and possessed it like a woman's. I
could still hardly believe it.

He slipped under the blankets and smiled at me before he snapped off the
light. "Sleep well, Cal. You deserve it."

I rolled under my own covers and went to sleep.

In the morning after we'd showered and shaved Joel put on a blue thong that
ran right up the crack of his ass. He and I finished dressing and went to
breakfast. We munched on fruit and cereal in the hotel lobby and looked out
the window at the morning sun.

"It's been a good trip, eh, Cal?"

"Yeah, it has been."

"We scored big. Sold the client, landed the account. We did it, man."

He smiled. I smiled back. Joel leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"About the rest, Cal..."

I stiffened. "What do you mean?"

He raised his palms in a reassuring gesture. "No one will ever hear a word
from me. I just wanted you to know that."

I relaxed a little.

"Thanks, buddy."

Joel fixed me with his blue eyes. "If you ever feel the need again, guy,
you know where to find me."

I opened my mouth to say it would never happen again. My curiosity had been
satisfied. I was straight and that was all there was to it. Instead I heard
myself saying,

"Where would we do it? I couldn't go over to your place."

"There's a spot in our building that's safe."

"Really?"

"Really. So anytime you're not getting enough, give a holler." He
winked. "I hope you do. I don't often run into another guy who's into
underwear."

We went over what we would report to the boss on the way to the airport. on
the plane flying home we chatted about nothing special. He shook my hand at
baggage claim and told me he'd see me at work. I took a cab home to my wife
and kid.

It's been almost a year since we went together on that business trip. My
baby's growing up fast. She smiles, crawls, and babbles. I could swear I
heard her say Mama the other day. My wife is as happy as she can be. She's
still tired, of course. I help her out as much as I can, though the job
keeps me busy, especially since the promotion.

Joel and I meet on our lunch hour down in a little men's room in the
basement of our building. The door locks, so we're safe, as long as no one
sees us going there together.

We have a prearranged signal when one of us feels like hooking up. We send
the other an e-mail that says: I.M. Stands for International Male, an
underwear catalog Joel orders stuff from. If we can both spare the time and
the coast is clear we go down to the basement separately. We have a special
knock to let the other know who it is.

Sometimes I wear the strapless jock Joel gave me. I love the feel of my
bare butt against my pants, it's cool and makes me feel daring. I keep it
in a locked drawer in my desk at the office and change into it when I get
to work. Otherwise my wife might ask questions. I always e-mail Joel to let
him know when I have it on.

Joel has quite a collection of underwear. He's modeled a lot of it for me,
and brought stuff for me to try. One day he had what looked like a regular
jock with leg straps, except that the pouch had a hole in it for your dick
to poke through.
 
He grinned at me when he held it up. "It's called a suspensory. Supposedly
it's to support your balls after a hernia operation. But try it on and I'll
show you what it's really for."

I wriggled into the tight elastic straps, barely able to get my hardon
through the stretchable hole. As soon as I had it in place, Joel fell to
his knees and sucked me until I shot my load down his throat, my throbbing
balls held in place by the soft pouch, my ass cheeks cupped by the tight
leg straps.

"It's like crotchless panties on a woman," I told him afterward. "Fucking
hot."

Joel looked thoughtful. I found out why the next time we met in the cramped
restroom several weeks later. When he unfastened his trousers my eyes
bugged out. Black lace was stretched tight across his narrow hips.

"You into drag?"

Joel was grinning at my reaction. "No, they're men's. Check this out."

He turned and I laughed. The back was split into two separate panels, his
butt crack peeking through the gap between. I barely got the condom on
before I bent him over and slipped my dick in, Joel still wearing the
briefs. That was the hottest fuck we'd had in a long time. After only a
minute of violent thrusting I came, trying to stifle my groans. When I
reached around for Joel's dick to jack him off the front of the lace was
wet and sticky. I'd fucked his load right out of him.

Yeah, it's nice what we have. Joel and I both know there's no strings
attached--we can call it off any time, no hard feelings. And I don't have
to feel guilty about cheating on my wife with another woman.

There's just one thing. Lately I've started to wonder what it would feel
like to suck a man's cock, or to have him put his cock up my ass. The whole
idea used to revolt me. But Joel's so crazy to have my dick in his mouth or
up his ass. What must it feel like?

If I'm going to lose my cherry to another guy, I don't want it to be Joel,
though, as much as I like him. I want it to be a real man. Like Bill
Osborne. I've started chatting him up, talking to him casually. At first he
was pretty standoffish but lately he's been more friendly.

I've found out the name of the gym where he works out. One of these days
I'll start going there too. I'll run into him accidentally on purpose in
the locker room, when we're both dressing or undressing. I'll strike up a
conversation about workout gear. Then, when the time is right, I'll let him
see me in my strapless jock.

It worked for Joel. Who knows, it might work for me.

END