TRAVELLING BUSINESSMAN
Adventure 5
Another true story from my adventures while travelling on business. I appreciate all the people who've written me with comments. Feedback is always welcome: powercyclist@gmail.com.
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This spring I was in Kansas City trying to convince a potential customer to use my company's services. Many people know KC for its Bar-BQ, which is very good, but the city has a lot more to offer. It was the birthplace of jazz, has great high end restaurants, and some of the hottest men in the Midwest. There probably wouldn't be any time for me to meet any of them on this trip, but the eye candy is always nice.
I checked into my hotel on Country Club Plaza a little after 5 o'clock. Our business dinner was at 6:30 so there wasn't time for a gym workout or even a quick run. I checked emails, returned a couple of phone calls, and jumped into the shower.
The three hour flight on a cramped airplane made me stiff and sore, and the spray of hot water was a great relief. I normally don't jerk off in the shower, but it had had been a while since I had any action, and the schedule in KC left no time to look for man-on-man fun, so I looked at my hardening cock and thought "What the heck?" I stroked it with one hand; with the other I played first with my nips, then with my balls, and finally with my tight hole. Before too long I emptied my balls, shooting six big gobs of cum on the wall of the shower. I rinsed off (me and the shower wall) then stepped out to dry myself.
On the way in from the airport we heard a radio report of tornadoes in the area – not uncommon for Kansas City in the spring - so I turned on the television to find out if there were any updates. I stood in front of the TV naked except for the towel around my shoulders, with my seven inch cock still half erect from its recent exercise, and waited for a weather report.
Suddenly I heard a card go into the slot of the door to my room. Seconds later, before there was time to react, the door opened and bell boy walked in, followed by a young m/f couple. The couple, and the bell boy, stood frozen, staring at my naked body, for what seemed like quite a while. I turned toward them but made no effort to cover myself. What was the point? They'd already seen everything. Besides, I noticed they made no effort to turn and look the other way.
After a few awkward moments the bell boy, whose name tag read "Jason" apologized, picked up the bags he'd been carrying, and led the couple out of the room. When they were gone I had a great laugh, and wondered how the hotel was going to compensate me and the couple for our "inconvenience."
The TV news said the tornado watch was called off, so I put on my suit and tie and headed downstairs to get a cab. Jason the bell boy was in the lobby. I looked him over carefully and liked what I saw. He was a good looking young man, probably in his early 20s, with short blonde hair, crystal clear blue eyes and a great smile. Even the loose fitting hotel uniform couldn't hide the fact that he had a nice body. His ass was especially fine.
Jason held the door open for me and again apologized profusely for barging into the room. I assured him it wasn't a problem, that I wasn't shy about being seen nude and wasn't embarrassed at all.
He looked at me and smiled. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You have a great chest. And I see you look great in clothes too."
I smiled and thanked him. When the cab pulled up he opened the door for me and said "Enjoy your evening sir. I hope to see you again."
The business meeting was at a great restaurant in the renovated Union Station downtown. It went well: the food was excellent, the wine was great, and just before the waiter cleared the last of the dinner plates the potential customers signed a multi-year contract with our company. It wasn't a huge deal, but it's always exciting to go after something and get it.
I got back to the hotel around 9:30. It had been a long day, with the flight from the east coast and meetings, so I went right back up to my room, thinking I'd watch a little TV and maybe get to sleep early. I took off my suit, hung it up, brushed my teeth and crawled into bed in just my boxer-briefs. I turned on my iPad and was reading a magazine when someone knocked at my door.
I looked through the peephole. It was Jason, now in his street clothes. I opened the door part way.
"May I come in?" he asked.
"Sure." I said.
Jason was wearing a polo style shirt that may have been one size too small for him, not that I cared. I could make out his perky nipples through the material. He didn't have a defined or muscular body, but it was lean and sexy, with a tight firm torso that tapered to a firm, narrow waist. His jeans showcased a great ass and a promising bulge in the front.
When I closed the door his eyes began to study my body like a jeweler studies a diamond. Soon he brought his hands up to my chest and gripped my pecs roughly.
"Amazing," he said. "I've never felt any this firm."
I kissed him, then pulled his shirt off. "Yours are really nice, too" I said as I pinched his nipples, making him moan loudly. Soon our hands were roaming all over each other's body. I practically tore his jeans off, revealing a beautiful circumcised cock. His shaved balls seemed to go halfway to his knees. The more I saw of this guy the better it got.
Jason shoved me down on the bed and attacked my dick with his mouth. I turned around to get a taste of his cock, and soon I had all of him down my throat, my lips brushing up against his trimmed pubes. After a few minutes of hot 69ing Jason adjusted his body so I could easily reach his boy pussy. It was not an offer I could refuse. A few minutes of rimming and he was moaning and begging me to fuck him.
I rolled Jason onto his back and reached into the toiletry bag that on the nightstand. I pulled out a condom and some lube and prepared my cock. He threw his legs over my shoulders and asked me to give it to him hard and rough.
I answered him by sticking the head of my cock into his ass, which was one of the tightest I've ever felt. I waited for him to relax a little before I gave him the whole seven inches, but when I did he grabbed my ass with his hands, shoved me harder inside him and said "fuck me good, daddy."
He wanted a hard fucking and that is just what he got. I pounded him deep with long fast strokes, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. The way he was moaning I knew I was hitting his prostate. His ass was incredible; it gripped me like a vise, and before long before I was ready to unload. I pulled out of him, tore off the condom and shot five big squirts all over his chest.
After I came he rolled me over so I was on my back. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but with a hot guy like this I was game for whatever it was. He sat on my stomach, put his hands on my pecs and asked if I could flex them to bring them close together. When I did, he pushed his rock hard cock between my pecs and used them to jack himself off.
It didn't take him long, maybe 20 thrusts, and he shot what seemed like a gallon of cum all over me. Some landed on my face, some on my chin, but most of it came to rest on my chest. He rubbed his cum into my skin and said, "That was fucking amazing. I'll jack off for weeks thinking about this."
"So will I," I told him.
We took a shower together. I was tempted to have another go at him, but was just too tired. We said goodnight, and I was asleep within minutes.
The next morning as I was leaving the room to check out I saw that an envelope with the hotel letterhead had been placed under the door. I assumed it was from Jason. On the way to the elevator I opened it.
"We saw each other yesterday when the bellman opened the door to your room by mistake. My husband is going to be in meetings all day and I was wondering if you'd like to meet me for a drink."
I smiled and put the note in my pocket. It was a nice memento of a great trip.
Thank you for reading. Next week I'll tell you what happens on my first visit to a bath house.