After I returned from my trip, Sam and I settled into a routine where we met every evening after work and ended up spending the night at either his house or mine. I looked forward to spending time with him and finally curling up with his gorilla body every night. Our bond grew more and more and our sexual escapades expanded.
Sam's sex drive was amazing, he would wake up every day with morning wood, roll over and fuck me regardless of whether I was awake or not. A few times I dreamed that he was fucking me and woke up to find it true.
If I woke up before him, I would suck his cock until he was just ready to shoot and then back off, even though he was still asleep, he would lay and twitch and start humping the air as if he were fucking. I would climb on and ride him until he either shot his load or he woke up.
"If we don't have sex in the morning, I'm jittery the whole day thinking about you," he would complain.
Sam's construction business had started to take off and he had hired a couple of men to work for him. The Chamber of Commerce in our town organized an evening trade show open to the general public where local businesses could set up display tables and meet and greet potential customers. The show was to be held at a local hotel and I had already signed my consultancy service up and Sam agreed he would like to have a display for his company.
We worked together on our displays and presentation materials and since I had a couple of very large flat computer screens we made slide show presentations that could run in the background. It was a great experience to work together with him on this and we learned a lot about each other's technical competence outside of the sexual arena.
On the night of the show, we had agreed to drive together and when he came out of his house wearing a suit and tie and black Italian leather shoes, I almost creamed my pants. He had put gel in his hair and trimmed his beard and looked fucking hot. He had also applied some nice, masculine cologne and smelled great. I had never seen him dressed in anything other than his construction clothes and it made me super horny. I looked directly into his steel blue eyes, shook his hand, pulled him in for a hug and said, "Looking good old man!"
I grabbed him by his tie and pulled him into my garage. "What are you doing, we're going to be late," he complained. I ignored his comment and unzipped his pants. I was surprised when I saw he was wearing a BIKE jockstrap with a sexy gauzy cup containing his cock and balls.
"Fuck, why are you wearing a sexy jockstrap?"