My job as an outside salesman has me constantly on the road. My sex life barely exists. I am thirty seven years old and I am having thoughts of other men. I am constantly looking at other men's crotches to see their bulges. I took a flight one Sunday so I could be ready for a sales pitch on Monday. I made it to the hotel and I dropped off my bags in my room. I was feeling thirsty so I went down to the bar.
I got myself a beer and found a table to sit at. When I was almost finished with my glass a waiter came over to where I was sitting. He asked if I wanted another beer. I told him 'yes.' He returned and then he sort of shocked me.
"I get off my shift at 4:30," he told me.
He asked me if I wanted some company. Here was my first chance to be with another man. I nodded and I told him my room number. I quickly downed my beer. I left a tip and took the elevator up to my room. I was like a kid on his first date. I was watching the time. I heard a knock on the door. I opened up and there he stood. He said his name was Ron. I told him I was Steve. Ron didn't waste any time. He came right up to me and kissed me hard on the lips.