Ray is new to the organization that I work for in Texas. Tall, lean, command and control kind of guy who seems to be successful in his field of marketing. At first look I wondered if he was an ex-military man since he spoke loudly and maintained a bold presence wherever I saw him, which was about once a month when I visited the central office.
The last time I saw Ray was a few weeks ago in a meeting with 6-7 other guys from my firm. We sat at a large square conference table and he ended up near me at one corner of the table. During the 2 hour meeting I noticed that he did not where a wedding ring, which made me wonder what his situation was. It was hard for me to concentrate during the meeting as I wondered and began to fantasize about whether or not Ray was gay.
My situation is that I am married for 13 years and while I love tits and pussy, I have had my moments to enjoy cock, though not nearly as much as I really want to. Being married and having 3 kids is loads of work and actually has brought my wife and me to a point that begs the question, "Why we are still married?" She does not know about my desires, but even before getting married I have sucked a few cocks and even fucked a few asses through glory holes at porn shops. Suffice it to say that I am bisexual. Man, I love it though. There's nothing like a hard cock in my mouth, or my 7-½"rod pounding a sweet ass. With divorce not long off, I often speculate how I can satisfy my gay cravings.
The meeting time went by quickly and I ended up having to talk with Ray before I left for home. Now, I am not one to get picked up in bars by other men, so I don't know the signals, but while talking to Ray noticed him sticking his tongue into his cheek. It kind of looked like your cheek does when you're sucking some guy's dick and you let it poke the side of your mouth. Maybe it was just one of those habits Ray has and I noticed it as something more. Then again, maybe I was right. Was he trying to give me a hint?
I drove home that afternoon thinking of the possibilities. As my mind raced my cock got hard and I had to stop to beat-off. That gas station stall will never be the same after I swiftly walked in, threw the door shut, and pulled out my dong only to blow my load in what seemed like just a few hard strokes. Long, sticky globs of cum shot over the toilet and hung on the wall as I shuddered in satisfaction.
A few days ago, while I was working in my home office, I got a call from Ray about the meeting we had. After talking at great length we decided we needed to meet in person to work through details for a multi-day workshop we are going to sponsor. We agreed to meet at a resort that is located in a beautiful part of the state. As I drove there I again worked myself into a concrete hardened fury only to dump my goo into the empty coffee cup in my car while parked at a truck stop. I am so totally hot for some guy I don't even know is gay!
Our meeting to prepare for the workshop went without incident, or more perceived signals from Ray. As we wrapped up for the day, Ray asked, "So, Lee, are you going to drive back right away, or do you want to join me for dinner? I am staying over tonight so I can get started on a trip to Oklahoma tomorrow morning." How convenient! It wasn't the bold statement that I was looking for, but maybe it was the opportunity that I needed.
"Sure," I said. "I am not scheduled to be anywhere tomorrow until afternoon."
"Great, let's hit the bar first," Ray, said with a smile and a slight twinkle in his eye. "I'll go check in and meet you there."
Needless to say, I was nervous and scared as I waited for Ray to show up. The Jim Beam never tasted so good, or went down so easily. I had half a buzz on when Ray walked into the bar. He put his hand on my shoulder and gave a firm squeeze as he sat down. I smiled broadly at him and he smiled back. That's when I felt it. He was hitting on me and I was hooked. He could have me tonight. Anything he wanted and I will do it I thought. Just how do I let him know I want his cock in my mouth? In my ass?
"Let's get hammered!" he said, as he ordered a double Jack and Coke. Now we're talking I thought. We'll loosen up and get down!
Our conversation went on for a couple hours from work, to sports, and finally on to personal matters. It turned out that I was right that Ray was ex-Navy and isn't married. When I asked if he had someone special in his life he said he did not like the idea of long term relationships and was happy with what he called "those hot one-night stands" that he enjoyed while in the Navy. We talked about women and he mentioned a few hookers he had paid, but not much more detail than that.
"Ray," I asked, "what's the wildest night you ever had with a woman?" I was trying to get him to tell me that women aren't his thing and that men were.
He thought for a while and finally looked me straight in the eye and said, "Well, it was certainly wild, but it wasn't with a woman."
Bingo!
"Huh?" I tried to sound bewildered.
