I got off the conference call with mixed feelings. My employer was sending me to the home office in Switzerland for training on new equipment. This was a rare opportunity, as the company usually brought the instructor to the States because of costs. Normally, two or three technicians would go for the classes, but the new product was expensive, and expected to have limited appeal for very specific clients. Management decided I was likely to have one of the first units installed, so I was being sent to training by myself.
I enjoy an adventure every now and then, but being sent to a country where I don't speak the language for four weeks seemed a bit daunting. Not that it was really all that bad...nearly everyone there speaks English, and since technicians come from all over the world, classes are in English as well. My biggest regret was that my wife couldn't come with me. The trip was for work, not pleasure, and she couldn't get away from her own job anyway. I had been overseas before, but always on a guided vacation tour, and at 27 years old, I was hardly a world traveler.
My wife, however, seemed much more excited about the situation than I was. "This is really cool, babe." She said, genuinely envious of the opportunity. "It just makes you more valuable, and harder to get rid-of."
"I know you're right...and given the lay-offs that have been going around, it certainly adds a layer of security." I replied, rubbing her shoulder and bending down to nibble her ear. "What I'll miss most is taking care of you."
"I'm sure I'll miss being taken care of." Sue said as she reached back to squeeze my crotch. "But somehow, I'm sure we'll be able to manage...it's really not that long." She then spun around, lowered my jeans, and took my swelling member into her mouth.
Sue and I have been married for three years, and our sex-life is more than fulfilling. We spent as much time making love as we could before my departure. I knew I would miss her...but it wasn't like I was going off to war. Still, I didn't protest the extra attention I was getting.
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The time finally arrived, and I found myself stumbling around, finally managing to find the hotel in a village 30 minutes outside of Zurich. The first few days were confusing, but I soon mastered the train schedules, and found that being able to function wasn't as hard as I imagined. The classes were filled with about a dozen guys from around the world...some speaking English better than others...and not a single female. The type of job I have is typically male-dominated, but I thought there might be at least one lady to add variety to the mix. I spent a lot of time with two guys from Scotland, and one from Croatia. We would debate which of the five local restaurants to dine each evening, and sometimes taking the train to Zurich for more variety. The other three were single, in their early-to-mid twenties, and often wanted to hit the bars, cruising for women. I usually went along, but often felt like the odd-man-out, since I was married and not interested in any international flings. The guy from Croatia was particularly talented at picking-up women. We called him "Ivan", though his name was longer and more complicated than that. He claimed to speak "American bad-ass", and not English, since he learned most of the language from Die-Hard and other movies. Ivan was my partner in most of the group-work for the classes, and we got along well.
"Why you go to bars and not get the pussy?" Ivan asked in broken English, tainted with a Russian-like accent. "Woman with me had sister...wanted you bad."
Ivan had been teasing me good-naturedly for the past week, though he knew I was married and not at all interested. "It seems to me that you're good at the meet-and-greet, but not so good at closing the deal." I said, taunting him. "Maybe you should give-up "on the pussy" and just stick to your right hand for the next three weeks."
"I know, I know...must be off my game." Ivan said with a laugh. "Anyway...I'm left-handed."
By the end of the second week, the Scottish guys had to leave. They were doing the training in stages, and were due to return in two months. This left just Ivan and myself to argue over dining choices and weekend entertainment. It also led to an unexpected problem with the hotel rooms. The hotel wasn't anything fancy...just clean and friendly. Most of the rooms were very small...amounting to a twin-size bed against a wall, and a small desk...but at least had private baths. My room, however, was a bit larger and had two twin beds pushed together to form a double bed. My colleagues gave me shit nearly every day about having the "luxury suite", while they returned to their "cells". When the Scotts left, they also mistakenly bumped Ivan out of his room. They couldn't rectify the situation for three days, so Ivan either had to move two villages down on the train line, or find someone to share a room. Like an idiot, I offered to let him stay for three days, knowing that moving would be a major hassle for him. At least the hotel gave us free meal vouchers for the headache.
"I am grateful for this, Steve." Ivan said sincerely. "I will do best to avoid bother to you."
"No problem, man. I just wish I could do more about the beds. There's no room to spread them further apart...at least they are two separate beds."
"Good enough for three days." Ivan said with a sigh and shrugging his shoulders. "Choices are not many."
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The first night went fairly well...at least Ivan didn't snore. Neither of us, however, had packed with the intention of sharing a room. I had a t-shirt and one pair of boxers, so I made that my sleeping attire, while Ivan wore only a pair of low-rise briefs. I'm not an overly modest person, and Ivan didn't seem to be either, so it really wasn't much of an issue. I woke up the next morning before Ivan so we could stagger our showers. I looked over and saw him on his back, with an obvious morning erection. I laughed to myself, and threw a blanket over him to protect his modesty before heading to the bathroom. I had finished showering, and was brushing my teeth when Ivan came in the room, stark naked, and started taking a piss.
"Dude...give me a minute, and you can have the whole room to yourself." I said, with a mouthful of toothpaste.
"Sorry...had pressing urge. I have nothing not seen yourself, but will be more careful of you." Ivan said apologetically.
"Not really a big deal." I offered, feeling a bit foolish, but not knowing why. "Living in close quarters anyway...thought maybe I was taking too long for you."
"No, is fine...do as you need." Ivan replied, sounding relieved he hadn't embarrassed me.
Ivan then stepped into the shower while I finished my last few tasks. I'm not in the habit of staring at other guys, but I suppose everyone has taken the "locker room glance" every now and then. I was mildly envious of Ivan's physique...he had a very muscular upper-body, small waist, and well-toned legs. Not quite as ripped as a male gymnast, but damn close. My build, on the other hand, was more like a swimmer's physique...lean and toned through years of tennis and soccer. He had light skin and dark hair, which he apparently kept trimmed. I have a naturally smooth body, a moderate tan, and dark blond hair. Becoming self-conscious over my curiosity, I looked away and stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed.
I was tying my shoe when Ivan stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing, and walked over to his suitcase. "Your shower sprays much better than mine."
"It's pretty good, unless the neighbors are in the shower at the same time." I offered casually, trying not to notice his half-hard cock bouncing only a foot away from me as he crossed the room.
