There aren't many perks where I work, so when one comes along, you grab at it before thinking. This was one such time.
I work for a water retail company, specialising in waste water treatment. Yeah, I know, hardly a glamorous job to wow the chicks with!
I'm 39 and have been divorced for 5 years. The single life suits me and I get more sex now than when I was hitched.
The 'perk' when it came along, was an overnight stay in Blackpool, accompanying my boss, for a two day conference on innovations in waste treatment.
I jumped at the chance, before I had time to think about it. My boss, Graeme, is gay and married and I knew our company wouldn't pay for two rooms, so I would have to share a room with a gay guy. I'm not homophobic, I just felt a little uneasy.
In all honesty I'd often thought that if I had been gay, then he would have been my type.
He was younger than me, at 35, a couple of inches shorter at 5'9", a cheery full face, blue eyes and always had his auburn hair spiky. He didn't do the gym but was in trim and had chunky legs from cycling.
He would sometimes cycle into the office and before he changed, those skin-tight shorts revealed a shapely arse and a healthy bulge.
We departed from Edinburgh Waverley to go to Blackpool via Preston and as it was the early train it was quiet. We had a table and sat opposite each other and had no trouble talking.
The first twenty minutes were taken up by work, then we put that to the side and started to get to know one another.
I went for the jugular but not maliciously.
"So when did you know you were gay?" I asked, curious to learn.
"Probably the same time you knew you were straight." Graeme answered.
"Are you top or bottom?" It was cheeky I knew but I genuinely wanted to know.
"That's a bit forward! But I'll play along. I'm actually versatile."
"Versatile? Like a footballer playing different positions" I must have sounded so naive.
"Well yes, I suppose so. Before I met Stu I was a top but now I'm the bottom most times."
I was quiet for a moment as I digested these facts.
"So you take his cock up your arse then?"
Graeme was getting a little agitated.
"Yes but there's more to it than that."
"Like what?" I probed.
"We suck each other off, I love that." He added with a dreamy smile.
"Wow! You get all the things men beg women for and so rarely get."
Our intimate chat ended as an old couple got on the train at Carlisle. Finding out about what my boss did sexually, had aroused me and thankfully the table prevented him from seeing the bulge in my pants.
We each settled to read a book but my mind was solely on what it would be like to suck my boss's cock.
At one point I was looking over at him and he looked up and smiled. It was a smile that made my legs weak.
We changed trains at Preston and this time it was busier. We had to sit beside each other and there was no table.
What on earth was I thinking? He was a happily married gay man and I was straight but I could not get the thought of touching his cock out of my mind. My hand 'accidentally' landed on his thigh at one point and he reciprocated minutes later.
We arrived in Blackpool and went straight to the conference, which started at 10am. We were a little early and so sat in a cafe over the road, both on cappuccinos. Seeing the froth on his top lip, all I could think of was my spunk being deposited there. The way his tongue licked it off had me hard again.
I won't bore you with the conference details. We did what we had to do, even separating at lunch as he went with some fellow bosses.
Our hotel was a typical cheap one from a chain our company had an account with. Not for us, staying at the hotel that accompanied the conference centre.
