billthedrake: QUARTERLY VISITI knew I shouldn’t be having an affair with Steve Riley. The man
billthedrake: QUARTERLY VISITI knew I shouldn’t be having an affair with Steve Riley. The man wasn’t my boss, but he was the lead team member in my work group, and I knew better than to mix business with pleasure. At least I thought I knew better. But I was in that work-hard phase of my life. Trying to get ahead in my career and putting in extra hours at the office to get noticed for a promotion. But I was also a horny 30 year old gay man and my libido could only be neglected for so long.I wish I could say I didn’t fool around with Steve when he was still married. But he was divorced now and seemed to appreciate how easy and laidback sex could be with a man. It urged me to play up the no-strings fuck buddy role to the hilt. But honest truth, I couldn’t date a man like Steve. We had little in common other than working for the same company… and our high-pitched libidos.That doesn’t mean I wasn’t crazy attracted to him. 5'11" early 40s guy with twinkling bue Irish eyes and a lot of gray along the temples of his dark hair. The dude fucked like a rock star, too. Steve was the best of both worlds - a straight enough dude to tick that fantasy box for me but game for anything when it came to sex with men. Even his dadbod padding on an an otherwise fit body was a turn-on, particularly when he was wearing a suit that showed off his compact proportions well. It was quarterly visit season lately and that meant Steve and I were on the road a lot. The dynamic duo our big boss liked to joke. I was the investment guy, and Steve was the client officer. We worked well together. And we shared the same room, which the company loved.We were both frustrated after out last meeting. The client had become a problem for us and Steve and I bore the brunt. For a solid two and a half hours, they chewed us out. It wasn’t pretty. We just had to put on our can-do faces and come up with some BS about how we’d fix it. I was in a pretty frustrated mood when we got back to the hotel. Steve was, too. “I have to hop on a call with Compliance, Drew,” he said. “If you wanna go on to dinner, that’s cool.”“Nah, I’ll wait,” I said. “I have some emails to catch up on.” The frustrating thing about coming East is that the folks in our office felt like they should be able to reach you till 7. I got through my inbox with some efficiency. Steve was kind of sitting on the bed, shoes off, his suit coat no longer on, and his tie now removed, but still in his charcoal wool trousers and a white Brooks Brothers shirt. He talked occasionally but mostly his eyes were on me and as I looked up from my computer he flashed a smile.That’s when I noticed it. That thick chunk of Riley cock tenting up his crotch. I didn’t think I was into fat dicks, but Steve had made me a convert. The man had a medium-length fireplug tool capped with a nice foreskin. And that dick was rock hard now.He didn’t say anything to me, since he was still talking as part of whatever conference call he was on. But he reached down and unzipped and wiggled his hand in to pull out his erection. I thought maybe he was just taunting me, but I decided to get a sample. I set down my laptop and crossed over to the bed, giving him a wink as I settled between his spread legs. His crotch was warm and had a pleasantly salty taste as I licked up the length before playing with his foreskin with my tongue. I dug underneath a bit before I gripped his rod and held it up at a good angle to suck. Then I took Steve Riley’s fat piece into my mouth.We didn’t say anything, but I knew we were both feeling that naughty thrill. Having sex during a conference call. Mixing work with pleasure. I thought Steve might have a hard time cumming quickly, but after about three minutes of giving him head, I felt his hand more urgently stroke my hair, pulling me on to his dick in rhythmic strokes. I was familiar enough with my fuck buddy to know he was close.That shot was hard and heavy in my craw. A good six pulses of divorced daddy seed, salty and bitter at the same time. I worked that dick through Steve’s orgasm, milking out his cum. Finally, knowing I’d drained him good, I pulled off, a smile on my face.Steve winked at me, and leaned back. “Yeah, Mike. Helen brought this up last week. We can’t double count those figures, and that’s the problem…” As my coworker continued his call, he undid his belt and trousers and left the fly open. Suggesting to me we weren’t done yet. I smiled and started taking off my own suit coat. -- source link