I had not heard from nor seen Steve since our original week end with Ben.
His wife Sara and I had hooked up and he had led me to think it was fine with him, but I was wondering if he was having second thoughts.
So it was with mixed emotions when I saw his name and number on my caller ID.
Answering I said: "Hi Steve what's up with you, everything OK?" I was trying to keep it light in case he was unhappy with Sara's' and my liaison.
"Yeah, I'm OK, but this job is really getting me down. If you aren't too busy and it isn't an imposition think I could drop by and just dump this shit?"
"Sure you wouldn't just like to dump a load?" I said relieved that this wasn't about something I had done.
Now he was laughing and said: "I knew there was something I liked about you, you are a real smart ass aren't you?"
"That I am. Where are you and when can I expect you?" I continued.
"I'm still at work but leaving any minute. Would it be OK if I showered there? We have a locker room but just want to get out of here." He tells me.
"That won't be any problem, I need one myself, should I wait or would you rather some privacy?" I probed to see where and how far this might go.
I honestly was in awe of his big cock and had been lusting to get some of it all to myself.
"No, having someone to massage my back and shoulders would be just what I need, thanks" He says hanging up.
I was getting excited now. I knew I couldn't suck all of that big cock yet and no way would it fit in my butt but just feeling it would be a treat.
It seemed like forever but must have been less than an hour before Steve arrived. When I opened the door he looked like a beaten man. I knew he had a high level executive's job of some type but didn't know much else.
Knowing he shared my love of a dry martini, I met him at the door with one.
He dropped his jacket and bag.
We shared a tight hug and I ushered him to an easy chair. I had a joint rolled and we fired it up and passed it back and forth and had a couple of martinis before either of us spoke.
"So what is going on, bud?" I asked.
He went on to explain how he was working with a variety of people who didn't share his drive and enthusiasm.
After a while he paused and realized he had been talking for some time. He apologized and said: "Sorry John, I didn't mean to dump all of this on you, we hardly know each other."
"Steve I am really honored you feel comfortable with me to be able to do this. Sex aside I felt we had a real connection during our week end together with Sara and Ben and to be honest when you called I thought you might have a problem with Sara's' and my time together. So, I was relieved that you weren't coming over to kick my ass. I was glad to listen." I told him.
"John, Sara and I have a real special relationship. We are very open and honest with each other. We know that sex has nothing to do with love and she really does love a good butt fucking and I just can't do it without hurting her. But she did tell me you were a very tender and giving lover."
Embarrassed now I said: "Just how much did she tell you?"
Smiling he said: "She told me everything!" He accented the everything.