TRAVELLING BUSINESSMAN
Third Adventure
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I travelled to Chicago this past April to meet with clients. It was an unusually warm day for that time of year -- nearly 80 degrees -- and I was feeling energized. I checked into my downtown hotel and walked up the street to a health club, anxious for a good workout. I hoped my aching dick would get a workout too.
It was a great workout. I exercised my chest (bench presses, decline bench presses, cable flies and dips) and my back and lats (pull downs and rowing), then finished with 40 minutes on the elliptical machine. At the finish I was pumped, looking pretty good, and hoping for some action. I'd seen a few hot guys on the floor; maybe I'd meet a few of them downstairs in the wet area.
It was not to be. As soon as I walked into the steam room I was `attacked" by a guy who'd been cruising me on the exercise floor. He wasn't my type at all, and I tried politely telling him that, but he simply would not take no for an answer. The guy was so persistent, and obnoxious, that he chased off a few hot guys I was very interested in. I soon gave up, took a shower, and walked back to my hotel. It looked like I wasn't going to have any fun that day.
Later that afternoon I met a friend for an early dinner at a little bistro on Halstead Street, right in the middle of Chicago's gayborhood. We had a great time laughing about my experience earlier in the day and talking about our jobs and our sex lives. After we paid the check I asked if he'd like to join me at a happy hour down the street, but he had an early flight the next day -- to Hawaii, lucky guy - and couldn't stay out.
We said good night and I went out to look for a cab. Not seeing any, I began walking north toward a busier intersection. It was a pleasant walk: there was a lot of male eye candy out and about, and my cock began to stir in my pants.
A couple of blocks north of the restaurant I saw a young man outside a bar changing the marquee. He looked to be in his mid-20s, with short dark hair, gorgeous big brown eyes and as handsome a face as you'll ever see. He had a well trimmed goatee, a look I don't always like, but on him it was perfect. As I approached he checked me out, and clearly liked what he saw.
I smiled and waved. He smiled back, licked his lips, and said "hello." I walked over and introduced myself. His name was Jake. We shook hands, and he asked if I'd like a private tour of his bar, which he said wouldn't be open for a couple of hours. I quickly agreed.
When we got inside Jake immediately put his arm around my waist and asked if I'd like a drink. I accepted a bottle of water and the tour began. As we walked into the main bar area, with a big dance floor, he let his hand slip down to my ass and pinched it.
"Damn," he said, "that thing is like steel. Mmmmm."
I thanked him and said that being a long distance bicyclist had really built up my legs and ass.
He sighed and grabbed my bicep (they're about 16 inches around) and said "Did it build these guns up too?"
I told him that lifting had more to do with them. He said he wondered what other muscles of mine were big. I laughed and told him I'd be happy to let him find out for himself.
By that time we had reached a small lounge area toward the back of the bar. There were some chairs and sofas and even a fireplace -- very cozy. Before I knew what was happening Jake got on his knees, unzipped my pants and started sucking my cock. First he worked on the purple head, swirling his tongue around it, making it swell larger than I think it had ever been. Just when I thought it couldn't get any hotter he began deep-throating me, taking all seven inches down his throat until his nose was buried in my pubes. The sensations were incredible. I felt the cum rising in my balls, and knew I was about to shoot one of the biggest loads of my life.
Jake must have sensed this because he stopped, looked up at me and said, "Wow, you are one hot daddy." He stroked my cock lightly and said "I want this in me."
After he'd shown me such great hospitality, how could I refuse? I quickly turned him around, pulled down his pants, parted the cheeks of his really fine ass and began to open him up with my tongue. He moaned like a bitch in heat, and before long he was ready, begging for my cock. I grabbed a rubber and a small packet of lube from a bowl on the bar and prepared to give him the fucking of his life.
I was not prepared for how tight he was. The head of my cock, which is large, went in very slowly, until finally the ring popped open and it was all the way in. he moaned loudly, telling me how good it felt. I told him to let me know when he was ready for more. Immediately he turned around and said, "Make me your boy."
At first I teased him with slow, deliberate strokes, to let him get used to having me inside him. I ripped off his t-shirt and began playing with his nipples, which got him even hotter. Before long he was slamming his ass back into me.
"Fuck me harder," Jake yelled. "Jam that big cock in my ass. Oh God it feels so good. Fill me up with your fat daddy dick."
I gave him what he wanted: a true fucking. I slapped his ass until it was red. I called him my slut and my boy. I told him his ass belonged to me. The dirtier I talked the more he yelled and slammed his ass back into me. For a while I just held still and let him grind his tight ass into me. It was hot.
"Is that what you wanted, boy? A big cock in your ass." I said.
"Oh, yes. I love that cock."
I slapped him on the ass a few times and said "Whose ass is this?"
"Yours," he said. "I'm your boy."
Before long I was ready to cum. I didn't want to shoot into the condom (that just doesn't feel good to me) so I pulled out of Jake's ravaged hole and had him get on his knees in front of me. I tore the rubber off, stroked a couple of times, and shot a huge load all over his face. When my balls were drained I used my still hard and dripping cock to shove all my cum into his mouth. He ate it like a good boy.
When he'd gotten most of the cum he stood up, jerking his own very nice dick. "Can I cum on your cock?" he asked.
"Fire away," I said. And he did, sending a huge load all over my cock and pubes.
I zipped up my pants, pulled a business card out of my wallet and handed it to him. "Call me," I said. "I come to Chicago a lot."
"How long are you here," he asked.
"Five days," I said.
"I'm off work tomorrow night," he said. "Would you like to come by and see my apartment?"