There was a seminar I was required to attend at my company's home office along with my colleague Brad Thompson. Brad and I worked closely together on our projects and we had gotten to know each other quite well, becoming work friends despite him being 43 years old to my 55. I had even enjoyed dinner at his house a few times with his wife and two sons. My being an out, single gay man was not a problem for his family.
Brad was an attractive straight married man whose lean body still looked great in his expensive suits. His handsome face was topped with blond hair going grey at the temples. Bright blue bedroom eyes made all our female colleagues swoon with desire. He teased them relentlessly with his comfortable hyper-masculine sexuality. I fully understood how he excited all the gals; if he was gay, I'd be all over the hot stud.
Our flight together to the seminar was uneventful. After getting settled in our hotel rooms, Brad and I met for drinks and dinner and more drinks. Then I told Brad I was heading up to my room to relax before going to bed. He asked if he could join me because there was something he wanted to discuss with me in private, something he had never discussed with anyone else, ever.
In private, Brad confessed to me that he is a closeted bisexual with an uncontrollable desire for sucking cock. He stated he is totally turned on to being a submissive cocksucker for another man and swallowing his load. He found the power of a man's throbbing erect cock in his mouth overwhelmingly exciting. At home, he told me, he frequented bookstores and restrooms with gloryholes. Every chance he had, he was on his knees at a gloryhole, sucking as many cocks as possible anonymously. "I've sucked off dozens of men," Brad confessed, "but I have no idea who they are."
Then he propositioned me. He said he had watched me haul out my big cock at the urinals back at work. Brad said he fantasized about sucking me off. He dreamed of making me hard and taking my dick in his mouth until I blew my load.
It's an understatement to say that I was surprised that this straight masculine stud fantasized about sucking me off. "Wow, I'm not sure about that Brad. Since we're co-workers, that could get weird. Don't you think it would be better if we just kept things between us professionally friendly?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Marco. But think of what a big favor you'd be doing for me. I've only sucked off guys anonymously through a hole in the wall. I need to take this to the next level with someone I know. You wouldn't have to reciprocate, just help me understand the man-to-man connection."
"Sorry, but I don't think so, Brad. I think it would get too complicated."
"I promise to keep it simple, Marco. I won't even take off my clothes. You just take your big dick out and let me suck you until you unload in my mouth. Then I'm up and out of here in a flash. I really want to suck your dick, Marco. I am so fucking horny I don't know what else to do except go out and try to find a glory-hole where I can satisfy my cocksucking hunger. I need it bad, Marco."
"Wow Brad, I would never have guessed that a handsome married ladies' man like you would be a fucking hungry cocksucker."
"It's my secret obsession. I admit it honestly: I am a fucking hungry cocksucker. Help me out here, buddy. Give me a try. Please give me a chance."
Fuck, Brad was practically begging me. His masculine lust was pouring out of his bedroom blue eyes. I can't believe this hunk of a man just told me that he loves to suck dick. Well, I'm a horny man with a big dick who just loves to get sucked off. What's a man to do?
