This is a work of fiction.
Since the two of us normally have a heavy travel schedule, Doug had gone to Texas to visit some customers and in the same week I had gone to Wisconsin to do the same. When you are on the road as a salesman there is a lot of downtime at night. I am certain it was different for me as I am just an employee, but since Doug runs his own company I would venture to say that when he returns to the hotel he is still working.
We had arranged to keep in touch while we were away and talked on the phone every night. Sometimes it was describing how great our jobs would be if it weren't for the customers. I am guessing this is a frequent refrain from people in industrial sales as our customer base is fickle to say the least. Our conversations naturally drifted to a matter of fact discussion about our sexual pasts and various conquests and what had happened the previous weekend between us. Both of us owing to our sales backgrounds are excellent communicators, we are both clear and concise when telling a narrative and even more clear when talking about our mutual expectations.
While neither of us wanted to jinx what we had going up to this point I think it was pretty clear that we were heading to a relationship. I couldn't help but think about my luck in finding what I considered the perfect partner for this foray to the other side of the street.
He flew back into town on Friday at the end of the week, like most business travelers do, and asked me over on Saturday evening which I had agreed. This time he was going to grill out some steaks and I volunteered to bring the wine and a couple of light side items. While Doug is a man's man he doesn't really have the same amount of skill in manning the grill that I have and he was not exactly open to my helpful suggestions. I changed up the wine from immodest chardonnay that he had served previously to a deep Argentinian Red Malbec that I had always wanted to pair with something off the grill.
We ate outside off his deck in the back of the house underneath the bedroom window with the woods and hill a short distance kind of boxing in the house it makes for a natural setting. I made a mental note that I would be ok getting fucked out here should the need suddenly arise out of spontaneous sexual combustion between the two of us. Between music and politics and sports, politics and business we had lots to talk about along while the steaks were pretty good, the wine was very potent so as we moved back into the house. After putting the dishes in the dishwasher, we both were buzzed enough with desire to head back into his spacious and sunken living room to get cozy.
As I sat down on the sectional sofa Doug sat right next to me and placed his hand on my knee as he continued to finish part of the conversation we'd been having. I knew that he was looking for a sign and what I find funny at this stage of our relationship is that I my entire body is hot for him and I can't imagine saying no, and I don't think it's my job to say no. I think it's my job to ask "how can I be of service?" I still refuse to give him that sign. I want him to get impatient and make his move, which shortly after I furtively rubbed the front of my shorts and he could not stand it any longer and leans in for a kiss which I eagerly close my eyes and return. Both of our bodies spring to life and his hands quickly seek out my body and clothes start to come off. I instinctively know that we are not going to make it up to the bedroom and I prepare to settle onto the couch, the downstairs lights are on, the windows are open and even though the house is set off the road the thrill is not diminished about being discovered.
Doug pushes me back into the corner of the couch, removes both my clothes and his clothes and immediately takes my cock in his mouth. I am dizzy with excitement, especially once I start hearing him eagerly and expertly slop on my cock. There is a certain sound that this makes and it's quite the turn on. His work on me is more than a bit thorough, from sucking me, working my balls into and out of his mouth and the stroking it's all I can do to not cum right then and there but I am able to hold off for a few minutes until I can push him away and change positions so we do.
I follow the example that he has set. I made love to his cock, not merely content to suck him in a random fashion. I was going to prove to him that I loved the art of fellatio. I didn't have to prove it to myself even at this early stage of my new found vocation. The great thing about Doug is that you can start off quickly or slowly but the more you wind him up the greater the potential for a sexual explosion is and this time was not a disappointment. No longer patiently waiting for some kind of sign to move forward, he stands up and lifts me up from my knees and kind of drapes me across the arm of the sofa. I am facing the back but my feet are on the floor and I am bent over with Doug behind me pushing me down at the small of my back.
"Steady there. Arch your back. Fucking take it." He announces as he steps up and forcefully grabs both of my hips and pushes himself slowly into me.
