Traveler: 2 - FMFB Drink
It was fun meeting Jack Baker. He is a bearish older man built like Santa Claus with twice the cheer. After dinner, paid for by our company, Jack offered to buy me a drink to "balance the scales." I was warned of his good-ole-boy humor and touchy-feely approach, which I had no problems with, but I can see how others might.
He decided to drive me to my hotel and valet park while we went inside to the bar.
"I'm so glad to get out of that stuffy place."
Jack's belly pulls him forward onto the bar almost stabilizing him. It takes talent, but I don't say a word. He does after all pay my salary.
"Everyone there is after my ass, but none of them are man-enough to take it."
"It's your company, whoever you want to succeed you will have to be worthy." The bartender comes over, "I'll take a whiskey on the rocks."
"FMFB for me, please."
Jack winks at the bartender as if talking in code. I don't recognize the drink but he's the boss so what he wants, he gets.
"How do you like the hotel?"
"It is great! I'm glad you recommended it."
"Good. Your predecessor thought it was too...expensive."
"I don't think so, especially since the company is paying for it."
"I personally thought he walked the line too tightly. Like God gives a shit about having a drink and then having a good time."
"Paul?"
"You mean Pastor Paul?"
I laugh as the bartender returns with our drinks.
"He sure can preach sometimes." I offered, although it was just a rumor to me as I get enough religion from my father-in-law.
"He is a hard worker and a stiff negotiator, but after five, he clocks out. And he was punctual about it." Jack takes a swig of the orange mixed drink far too sweet for my taste. "I never said anything about it, but I was glad he moved on and you JUMPED on board."
"I'm thankful for the opportunity." It is a true statement as I really enjoy the work. However, I feel guilty too because Annie's home and working harder than I ever will.
"I hear you are a new dad?"
"Yes, to a healthy boy. What a bundle of joy." I can't help but smile.
"Very good. Boys are a handful, but so much fun. Just have to raise them right."
"I have no clue, my dad left me and my mom. So, I'm playing it by ear."
"Well, here's some advice, son. You won't get it right all the time. There's no need to beat yourself up about the mistakes you make."
"I'm trying not to, but sometimes it's hard not to feel guilty."
"How's the wife handling things?"
"She's great!" I try not to make eye contact.
"Oh that's a stock answer."
"Stock answer?"
"Yes, son. An answer one gives so that people don't ask anymore questions and justifiably leave you alone."
"I mean she is a way better human than me." I look over to find a blank stare, the kind that bounces bullshit back. "I mean she is taking care of our boy and I'm here having a drink."
"You also made one hell of a commission today as well." Jack's jovial laugh resonates.
"I guess so. Thank you, by the way."
"My pleasure." The bartender returns. "Another round please." Jack looks over to me, "You can handle another?"
"You bet I can."
The bartender walks away, "Looks like you can handle quite a bit."
"I can hold my own."
"Young bucks! You are all the same." When I refrain from speaking, "You all think you have the NUTS, but I've learned you ain't got the guts."
"Is that a professional term, sir?"
"It's like a bull with peanut BALLS."
"I didn't know you were a rancher, Mr. Baker?"
"If you are going to work for me you better be a steer, son. I don't want no queers."
This feels like a hazing ritual, "I'm mostly definitely not queer.
"Good, we can't have anyone light in the loafers on our team."
I don't know what's in those drinks but it must be making him delirious.
"Look, son, I'd like to talk business but I can't let any secrets out in the open here."
"I have a room. Want to go there?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Jack motions for the bartender to bring him and me another. I don't protest as I don't have to drive, but feel I should be somewhat alert for any secrets the bossman must have.
"Thanks Pedro."
`Pedro?' I didn't know Jack knew the bartender on a first name basis, but I don't think anything of it as we leave the bar and head toward the elevator.
"I think he put a bit of a kick in this one."
Jack strongly pats my back as I feel his strength and weight. It takes me by surprise, but I am glad he feels comfortable around me.
"Thanks for the hotel recommendation by the way! What a room!"
"How's the bed?"
"Sturdy! I can't have too much comfort."
"Good! I'm glad you are enjoying it."
I hold the door open, "After you, Mr Baker."
"Thanks, son, I need to piss."
Jack goes into the bathroom and I head over to the couch. I leave the chair to the guest of honor. I hear a steady stream and don't think anything of it because I never closed the door until I got married and then, Annie pretty much made me.
"Damn that felt good."
Jack bypasses the chair and sits next to me. When I look at him, I notice his pants are undone and some of his pubic hair is sticking out. Has he been going commando this whole time?
"Son, I think we might be looking for a new software provider next year." Jack takes a sip and puts his drink on the coffee table. "You guys are getting too costly."
I had a feeling this conversation would happen, but I wasn't sure when. I was advised that I can go down 5% but nothing less without my boss's approval. "I hate to hear that."
"With inflation and government intervention, shit our margins are down and you know you can't make money without money."
"We can go down a little bit, but otherwise I'll need to talk to my boss."
"I know. 5%." He leans back and despite his Santa Belly, his bush exposes itself even more and this time there is some cock skin. "But there are some things money cannot buy."
"We can prioritize some updates and customize some features, if that sweetens the deal? I know the VP of Product Development."
"Yes those are nice and they will happen, but I'm not sure that will make up the difference."
"Oh." I'm confused but I can't keep my eyes off his crotch. "Well, I'm not going to let one of our best clients go without a fight, even if my commission takes a hit."
"There is no need to do that."
Jack catches me looking.
"I do appreciate you entertaining alternatives, however."
"I thought that was my job!" I laugh.
"Yes, it is." Jack swallows the rest of his drink. "Man, these are good. I could use another, but I'm not sure I can walk down there right now."
"Not a problem, I'llgo down." I stand and when I look down, I can see his cock growing. Maybe, by my stepping out he will notice his fly is down. "I'll be back." I can also use the time to check-in with Annie.
"I love you, Darling." Annie's voice is welcoming as I walk down the hall.
"I love you, Sweetie. I'm just having drinks with Jack in the hotel room. He's starting the bargaining process for next year." I laugh. "But more importantly, how are you? I miss you."
"I miss you too. I can't wait for you to get home."
"This being away from you, sure does make me want to hold you, kiss you..." Fuck you! Oh god, I'd love to fuck you right now, Annie. But I don't say that outloud while in the elevator. To make matters more difficult, I can feel some excitement growing inside my pants. The elevator dings and I'm too embarrassed to look down. "May I call you in the morning, Sweetie? I have a feeling we'll be up way past bedtime and I don't want to wake you or Junior."
"Please do. I hope you sleep well."
"I hope you sleep well too. Love you."
At the bar, "I'll take another Whiskey on the Rocks." It escapes me that there is probably a bar in the hotel room. "And one of those FMFBs? Is that right?"
Pedro gives me a sly look while letting his eyes drop.
"Yes, sir!" It's the first time I've heard his voice and it has more a lisp than my Uber driver, Deigo.
I look around the bar and notice there are a ton of bros drinking beers together. It feels like a sausage fest. Not even one, lady of the night appears to be in sight.
"Here you go sir. One Whiskey on the rocks and one Fuck Me From Behind or FMFB."
"Oh."
"You have a good night, Sir!" Pedro smiles as he turns around and attends to another patron.
I think what an interesting name for a drink as I make my way up to my room. I struggle a little not to spill the drinks as I open the door.
To my surprise the room is dim with the drapes slightly open allowing a little bit of the lamp post light in. "Hello, Jack?" I hear some ruffling near the bed but no answer. Then I see something, but not sure what it is until I get closer.
It is a beautiful hairy round ass up in the air.
I almost dropped the drinks before placing them on the dresser. I climb onto the bed fully dressed and want to touch those hairy cheeks. They are well-rounded and firm, just how I imagined Santa's would be.
He pushes his buns toward me as if hinting at something and that's when I see the bottle. I pick it up and it looks like lube. Did God answer my prayers and grant me the need to fuck?!
Least to say, I hop off the bed and quickly unbuckle my belt, almost falling down taking off my slacks. I've never wanted to fuck an ass so bad!
When I climb back on the bed, I am rock hard. I take the bottle and try not to empty it all as I don't know much to use. With my left hand, I find the hairy hole and with my right, I steer my cock head into his ass-pussy portal.
I hear a manly "Oh" which urges me to plow it in all the way. I know pussy is wet and embraces the shaft, but an ass requires a little more effort and is super tight. The lube helps, but I still have to adjust my position because this Santa has a slightly different frame than my wife.
I love pulling out beyond the tip and ramming it in. I use his hips as handles. But, I can't help but think of Bill and wonder if this is what he feels like, or if I would enjoy him doing this to me.
I look down and love the way his ass takes my cock. Then as I pull out, he moves away from me and pushes into me as I thrust, creating a nice slap of my body and balls. It is a great rhythm that only heightens the mental and physical aspect of fucking. It is what Annie used to do, but lost interest. I can't get past how his ass hair feels against my bush. It does not pickle or feel awkward. It gives me the thought of fucking him forever, but my body won't let me. I was ready to cum 10 seconds into it!
I move the sheets down so I can see the small of his back revealing a patch of hair that I'm compelled to touch. I can feel electricity pass through me as my thrust gets faster and deeper. I am fucking the shit out of Santa. My breathing elevates.
"Oh, God! Fucking hot ass! I'm going to fill you with cream." I cannot believe I am saying those words. "Here it comes. You are going to get a big load." He pushes back. "Take it! Take it! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" I unleash, but I have more cum than I thought, so I keep injecting it into him. "Oh oh oh." There is so much cum, I bet his eyes are turning white. When my balls feel like they are empty, I stop and allow myself to go limp inside him. Man that is one sweet Santa ass, but I dare not fill the room with those words.
I scoot back and spread his cheeks to see a nice stream of cum leaking out of his hole. It brings a smile to my face as I reward him with a kiss on each butt cheek. Although the texture is not as smooth as Annie's I am far more aroused. I'd love to fuck him one more time, but I can't imagine he'd be able to walk or work tomorrow. Before standing, I take my finger and stick it in his soiled butthole like a dipstick checking the cum levels. I put it in my mouth and savor the mixture of Jack's and my juices.
I look at his ass and don't see it moving when I stand. However, I don't think I should get dressed. I also don't think I should jump into bed this way. So, I head to the bathroom to shower. I let the water warm for a minute and then jump in. The funny thing is, I don't even want to wash the aroma away. Instead, I take longer than I should as I like how my cock feels after a nice fuck!
Drying off quickly, I feel guilty that I didn't say thanks and rush to the bed, but the ass in the air is gone. The comforter is flat against the bed. I then look to where we sat sharing a drink, and where I first saw a part of his pubic hair and cock, but he was not there. I figure it is ok to turn on the lights and that's when I see one other item missing, the FMFB drink.
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