I had to be at work at 6am one Weds morning. I couldn't sleep the night before. I finally got to bed around 2am and then I got up at 4:15 am to get ready and then drive in to work. Talk about brutal.
It was the usual talking head type of AV. We made sure their graphics or the video or the IMAG (image magnification) were up on the screen when it was supposed to be. The one thing that was different is that the group had a western theme to it.
Every one of the staff and presenters had on dark western shirts, wrangler's blue jeans, black boots and black Stetsons. It took awhile, but it finally dawned on me how good they looked. Now keep in mind, I am just now figuring out my own bi-sexuality. So, I haven't really gotten into noticing or looking for good-looking guys. I just fantasize about a nice stiff cock and what it would be like to suck on one until it spurts its thick load onto my tongue. So, for me to start checking these guys out is yet another milestone in my bi-sexuality.
Now, they all looked pretty good. I noticed that the jeans really made them appear to have a nice bulge and that the cut of the shirts made them seem, I don't know, to have some decent muscles. I almost laughed at myself at one point. I felt like I was having a "Brokeback Mountain" moment.
There was one guy in particular. For some reason he appealed to me the most. He wasn't the one with the best body. He had kind of like a barrel chest and so he seemed as though he might be a little overweight. So am I so that part didn't bug me like it would some. He had a dark mustache on his face, but I couldn't see the rest of his head as he had one the aforementioned Stetson. For some reason I pictured him as balding. But his voice, dang, for a guy he sure had a sexy voice. He knew how to publicly speak. He enunciated clearly and legibly and he knew how to throw his voice. Not everyone can or knows how. Imagine going to the theater. Those actors don't have microphones. So, even though the theater is designed for their voices to be able to reach the back of the auditorium, the actors still need to project it that far. Especially since when the theater has an audience, their bodies absorb sound waves. So the actor has to be able to project or throw his or her voice to the back wall. This guy's voice was perfect.
And that affected me strongly. After the meeting was over we began striking the equipment. At one point he came in and walked straight up to me.
"Excuse me," he said. "I left the AC power adapter to my laptop in here, have one of yall seen it?"
I just kind of looked at him as I replied, "I haven't seen it, but I'll ask around. Where can I find you if we come up with it?"
"My room number is 2458. Just bring it up there," he said. He began to turn and walk away.
My eyes went down to his ass. He turned slightly back to tell me his name was Michael. I didn't know if the slight smile I saw meant that he saw me checking his ass out or not. I decided not to push it.
About an hour or so later I found the power adapter he had asked about. I took it up to the Account Exec on the show and told him about it and the conversation I had with Michael concerning it.
He looked at it, then his watch, and then back at me. He said, "Tell you what, its 4pm now. That makes a full day rate for you. Why don't you go ahead and take it up to him and then go ahead and split for home? You can even bill me for an additional half day."
I replied sure thing and thanks. I gathered up my stuff and his adapter and headed up to room 2458. I was kind of nervous. After all, he may have seen me checking him out. Who knows how that made him feel? I even took a breath mint on the way up.
After getting up to his room, I knocked on the door. He answered it in a towel. He had just gotten out of the shower evidently. He wasn't in bad shape. He did have some chest hair. I remembered reading about stuff like this. He would be considered a bear kind of guy I guess. I found that it turned me on tremendously. He was balding, but he had hair on the sides of head. It looked good on him.
He looked me up and down and then his eyes settled on the power adapter. His lit up. "You found it. That's great. Come on in please. Let me get you something," he said.
I came in and he went over to his pants. He said, "For some reason I thought it was lost forever and that I would have to go to all the hassle of purchasing a new one."
He bent over and began digging out his wallet. The towel slipped down and I saw the crack of his ass. Plumbers crack we always called it. That phrase went through my head and I got a big smile on my face. He stood up and saw my smile. He kind of smiled too and came over. He grabbed my hand and put money in it. I looked down and put it back and asked, "What's that for?"
