Several months had passed since Mark bought the two dildos. He used them almost every chance he could when he had the house to himself, which was only once or twice a month. Once, on a day he was really horny, he left work early so he could play with them for a couple of hours. Being able to pleasure himself with the two black dildos didn't end up relieving his curiosity of having a black cock, if anything it was intensifying it.
From time to time he would picture a sexy black man that he saw on television or in public while he fucked his ass with a dildo or feverishly sucked one but it wasn't an alternative, it was only strengthening his desire and frustration. He wanted to try one so bad but he couldn't think of a safe way, without risking his family knowing. He didn't know that he was only a couple weeks from his first experience.
Every year Mark would have to go to a training seminar for his company. The seminars were as close as a few hours drive to as far as a plane ride. This year's was very far, so he knew he would have to book a flight and get a hotel room. He was lucky to find a hotel that was walking distance from the seminar's location. They were usually two days long preceded with a meet and greet the day before as everyone settled in their perspective accommodations. Mark landed Thursday afternoon and caught a cab to his hotel. The first night's activities were in a conference room with the various district and regional managers welcoming their team members, introducing them around.
As soon as Mark stepped into the room Jim Travers, Mark's regional manager greeted him with a wave to join his table that had six other men sitting there. Mark instantly recognized four of the men being members of Jim's team that had worked with the company for several years. But as Jim introduced the two newest members, Mark was struck that one of them was a tall handsome black man. "Mark, I would like you to meet Quinton Stewert", Jim announced as the man stood and shook Mark's hand.
Quinton was at least 6'4" and had a slim but athletic build. He looked like a male model with rugged, handsome features. He had a shaved head and wore no facial hair. He appeared to be in his late 20's and Mark was convinced that he must have been an athlete. As Mark joined the table, Jim began to discuss some of the subjects the seminar was going to cover this year and the speakers that Jim wanted his team to hear. Jim was a man in his early 50's and had been with the company for nearly 25 years. He was a handsome, distinguished looking man that had an air of confidence, power and intelligence.
He spoke to the table of men for another 15 minutes and then invited them to mingle around and introduce themselves to others in the company. Like the others Mark worked the room talking to people, greeting the men and women he has already known from past seminars and introducing himself to several of the new people. As he went around, he kept his eye on Quinton, who seemed very sociable and eager to meet others. After nearly an hour, Quinton walked up to Mark surprising him with a question.
"Mark, I understand you've been with the company for over 12 years."
"That's true, next March will be 13 years here for me." Mark replied.
"Your reputation as a manager is impressive, I have only been on this level for a few months. I could use some advice."
"Of course," Mark offered "anything I can do to help."
"Would you mind if we spoke somewhere not as crowded?" Quinton asked.
"We could walk to my hotel, its just across the street and they have a nice bar there."
"That's a great ideal," Quinton said.
As they walked, Mark was really looking Quinton over. His suit seemed custom made as it fit him flawlessly even for his height. He had a confident stride and his physical stature really stuck out. The bar in the hotel was large and had many private areas, since it wasn't even half full. Mark did want a drink to relax him after his long flight but deep in his mind he wanted to be alone with Quinton. They took a booth in a far corner with Quinton having a beer and Mark, a Scotch & soda.
The first 30 or 45 minutes were all about Quinton's questions about running an effective office. He seemed eager to learn and to succeed but Mark could tell he was new to the job with many of his questions. After another round their discussion started to become more personal. Quinton revealed he was indeed an athlete before he went to work for the company, playing basketball for college and majoring in business. He tried playing professional in Europe for a couple of years before hanging up his sneakers and becoming a professional manager. He said Jim Tavers personally recruited him last year and he has been balancing running an office while learning the ropes along the way. It hasn't been easy.
Quinton also talked about his family. A wife and two young children. It was on their third round of drinks that he admitted that the combination of the pressure of his job and his frustration with his wife has really brought him down the last few months.
"Are you two not getting along?" Mark asked inquisitively.
"No, nothing like that" Quinton admitted, "Its our love life, after the birth of our second child it seems like her willingness to want to get intimate has gone."
"How many times have you two been together? Mark asked.
"Zero, the last couple of months." Quinton answered, which shocked Mark.
"Your kidding? A handsome man like you? I don't believe it."
