The morning after my first fuck with Sam, I woke up with a raging hardon. I reflected on how lucky I had been that he was interested in trying sex with me, it could have ended badly if he had been insulted or homophobic. I relived the feeling of his hairy body against mine, his thick veiny cock fucking both my mouth and ass and I jacked off in my bed.
We had left it open ended without any commitment to meet again, so I wondered if he would still be interested. I decided to give him a couple of days and if he didn't contact me, I would contact him on the pretext of following up on his accounting system.
He had already left for work by the time I went out to drive to work. I was very busy with several client meetings and systems to set up. At two thirty that afternoon, I received a phone call from an unknown number and was close to not answering it. I did anyway and it was Sam. My cock jumped at just hearing his voice. He told me that he had enjoyed last night very much and would like to meet again for some more fun. I invited him over to my place after work.
We drove up to our houses at the same time, greeted each other with a firm handshake that was more than just friendly. I could feel the electricity between us. He told me I looked good in my suit. He was again wearing the workboots, jeans and polo and was sweaty. He suggested that he should take a shower and come over. I told him no, to come directly in. He took a six-pack of beer out of the cooler in his truck and followed me in and out to my secluded patio.
