Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electronic words.
The whole thing was too long and rambling but that didn't matter because I never intended to publish my sexual autobiography. However, since I hit my 60s, (and now my 70s) I've felt that I should really let others partake in some of the fun that I enjoyed.
So I've attacked and divided up the story, edited it to the best of my ability, made it more readable and turned it into eight parts for you to read.
The original writing was also very much in my 1980's/90's style – comparatively polite and lacking conversation, so I hope that my efforts to liven the stories up meet with your approval.
And the stories are in English from England, so please put up with my British spellings and phraseology.
This therefore is the THIRD of those segments of my life – "Sales Conference Fuck".
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I've already described my fun with my friends and with the monks but after we moved away I needed my sex life – I needed a girlfriend too and before long I found a regular partner, Mary. I may well have become adept with the male of the species but I wasn't truly destined to be gay all my life – I had every intent of exploring both sides of the fence and now I was able to do just that. We shared losing our heterosexual virginities within months of meeting and fucked and fucked each other, from my bed to the bathroom and numerous places in between – even in a bus and in one of the old red British phone box!
How she didn't get pregnant during our courtship was a miracle because neither of us used protection of any kind because a few years later I proved that I was potent by fathering a daughter within a few months of my marriage!
Mary however, provided me with the experience of 'normal' sex, for which I was very grateful and appreciative, but our relationship inevitably didn't last forever and around a year after we met we parted company. Soon I was screwing almost every female I could find, in the best traditions of a twenty-something with a rampantly horny cock!
Having now discovered the female side of sex I was complete and I settled into what could best be described as 'normal heterosexual behaviour' right through the next five years or thereabouts until I married and migrated to Australia late in 1967.
My bride Carol and I soon settled in Australia where I was quickly absorbed into the culture and became thoroughly immersed in work. Our daughter was already on her way and our home became settled and comfy and a pleasing place to be while my wife and I indulged in many a contented fuck, hindered only slightly by her growing pregnancy.
I also remained faithful to my wife until the fateful day that this story will detail and then I made the most of it and indulged in the pleasure of taking a man in anal sex for the first time. Back well before I'd married I'd had Tony's penis inside me but I'd never been the giver; only the receiver, but this was now about to change.
Oh sure, there had been a number of occasions in Britain and now in Australia too when a man would proffer his erection to me in some public toilet somewhere but I avoided them now; that kind of tryst was just too alien and unnecessary in my current lifestyle.
In Australia we'd quickly settled and, given my 'gift of the gab' I soon prospered in a nice job, selling products to shopkeepers across my huge sales territory based in Brisbane. In those heady booming days money was easy to come by and sales hit new targets almost every week. The shopkeepers were generous and the company spent happily to encourage high sales and I benefited substantially – I'd become a consummate consumer and a fortunate and enthusiastic salesman. The perks of the job were many and varied and one of them was an annual lavish few days being wined and dined in the State capitol of their choice – and this year it was in Sydney.
The week of our National Sales Conference arrived, with reps flying in from all around the country for a four day event and we were all lodged in a glitzy hotel overlooking the famous Harbour Bridge, with everything organised and paid for.
But despite their generosity we weren't allowed to bring our other halves and all the representatives had to share rooms for our three-night stay, ostensibly, we understood, so that we'd mix, mingle and make friends.
As we arrived at the hotel we gathered together in a big meeting room where we were welcomed and then keys were handed out to each couple of lads as we were called up. The gathering had a dual purpose – to introduce us all to each other and to ensure that their pairings went as planned.
My roommate and I quickly discovered that we seemed to get along pretty well and soon we'd exchanged names.
I'm Chris, as you already know and he turned out to be Doug, who'd flown up from Melbourne. With a shared business connection the ice was soon broken and we found ourselves chatting amicably about our lives as we settled in for our conference.
The first day of the conference passed with the usual string of soul-stirring speeches; then we all dined lavishly and retired, exhausted and replete to our assorted rooms. The same sequence of events continued on the second day except that the dinner was optional and we were allowed freedom to do as we chose thereafter. A fair number of us chose to explore the Sydney nightlife instead of eating at the hotel, at which point we split up again and Doug and I shared a taxi with two other reps to take us into town. Being strangers to Sydney we asked the cab driver for his recommendations and in our smart suits we firstly toured the town sights and then were deposited at the doors of a club. Sure, we were innocent lambs but the driver had been honest and the club wasn't bad at all, especially to us poor sex-starved visitors.
There were plenty of girls around, most of them wearing very little – and they put on a floor show that was even more revealing, but quite honestly Doug and I seemed to be too busy talking to one another to really absorb our surroundings or to bother with chatting up any girls and neither did we drink all that much. I doubt that we drank any more than we might on an average night out.
Since both Doug and I were among the top performers in our regular monthly sales challenges we had more than enough 'work chatter' to chew over, not to mention lots of trivia to find out about each other and the time passed quickly.
Eventually we got back to the hotel around one in the morning, merry but far from pissed and by now almost bosom buddies.
Sydney was pretty hot at that time of year and once in our room we both decided that we ought to cool off and freshen up with a shower before bed and it was at that point that we remembered that we'd discovered that the shower curtain was missing and that there was nothing to pull across the shower. We'd found it missing when we'd arrived and soon afterwards we'd asked the hotel service for it to be replaced but nothing had happened, so we'd just decided to put up without it.
It was an irritation though and for a short time we both felt embarrassed but then we found ourselves laughing about it. We'd so quickly become such good and happy friends that the thought of perhaps seeing each other naked was of no longer of any concern, it seemed.
Anyway, the bathroom was fully tiled and there were plenty of towels to mop up any splashes. If the place became soaked then that was the hotel management's fault and problem so that was another concern out of the way.
I stripped off in the bedroom, went through to the bathroom and started my shower first. I ran the water fairly cool and it felt delicious after the steamy heat of the evening and while I was standing there, wet and soapy, Doug came into the bathroom, also naked. For a moment I was shocked and shy but Doug quickly calmed me.
"Jeeez mate, you've seen it all before haven't you?" he said, as he started to brush his teeth, "Don't let a bit of skin worry you."
"Nah, it was just a surprise to see you like that," I said as my eyes browsed his body, "Carry on mate."
I hadn't really looked at him as we'd become naked the night before now but I chuckled to myself then carried on soaping and cleaning myself and as I was doing so we reminisce about the evening's entertainment.
"Some bloody lovely girls there, weren't there?" he said, his words an observation as much as a question.
"Bloody right there were," I answered, "Didn't wear a lot either, did they?"
"Ha, oh yeah, I'm here in the nude and you're saying they didn't wear a lot!" he said as he scrubbed at his teeth.
"You're not as good looking though, are you?" I replied as I let the water rinse me clean.
