I had my eyes on him ever since I started working for the company. His curly dark auburn hair crowned a head I thought beautiful from every angle. I would have given a fortune to insinuate my dick between those full lips lurking beneath the bushy mustache. Otherwise clean-shaven, he had this deep dimple in his chin that damn near wrecked me with visions of pulling out of his warm mouth at the last minute and cumming into it.

He smiled a lot. He seemed to be a happy, well-adjusted young man carving a hot career as a salesman of oilfield equipment out in Odessa, West Texas, a hearty oil-patch town. He came to the home office in Fort Worth twice a week. I would see him in the hallways, laughing and talking to the "good ol' boys" who peopled our sales department.

He was one of them in a way that I could never be. Oh, yeah, I might drawl a bit around them and laugh at their jokes. Still, they never took me for anything but a "city fella," and that didn't seem to bother them much although I often felt it set me apart.

My job was to edit the company magazines and also to work public relations for the company's operations around the world. This often took me, with a bag of expensive company cameras slung over my shoulder, to far-flung spots like Libya in North Africa and the Putamayo jungle in South America, wherever there were oilfields, oil pipelines or offshore rigs. It also took me to conventions and trade shows around the States and Europe, where I assisted a crew of salesmen in setting up and hosting hospitality suites in the convention hotel for our current or potential clients. I took pictures for the magazines while the salesmen hustled new business or maintained accounts.

It was fun. It kept me on the road a lot, and I liked changing cities often, where I was always on the lookout for hot cocks to feed my addiction to freshly churned cum in those halcyon days before AIDS.

I knew my auburn-haired beauty only in passing--a greeting here, a slap on the shoulder there, but I did know that he was married and had a couple of kids and was a graduate of Texas A&M. As much as I would have liked to, I would never have gone after him for sex. I lived in an expensive high-rise in Fort Worth and was paying off a Mercedes-Benz. I couldn't risk losing my job!

Then one afternoon I boarded a plane for New York, where I was to set up a hospitality room and spend a long weekend in a private room at the hotel. Much to my surprise, when I found my seat in Business Class, the window seat was already occupied by the guy from West Texas! I freaked out inside, not from joy, but at the thought of sitting next to this hunk and maybe brushing against him knee-to-knee during the flight. A hard-on could be embarrassing as hell!

He grinned when I sat down. He asked if I was surprised.

"You bet!" I said. "Are we headed for the same place?"

"Yep," he answered, "my boss wants me to learn how to set up a hospitality suite and get in on the P.R. side, too. They've put me in the same hotel room with you because the place is sold out, and the other salesmen already have roommates. I hope you don't mind. My boss says you usually get a room to yourself."

"No, I don't mind," I replied, with my heart dropping to my boots. I wouldn't get a wink of sleep being in the same room with this guy. I'd be a nervous wreck all weekend thinking about him in the other bed--an arm's length away that might as well be a thousand miles.

We talked a lot during the flight, and by the time we got to Denver, we were into each other pretty deep as friends. He liked me and called a "man of the world" like nobody he ever knew, which was nice, but for my part, what I wanted was a chance to wrap my lips around his dick. I was fucking shameless!

When we got to the hotel, we had the evening free as the hospitality suite could not be set up until the next day when the rest of the salesmen arrived. We took turns in the shower and dressed in suits and went downstairs to dinner. After that, we went into the bar. Over drinks, he talked about his family, about how much he missed his wife when he was away from her, and how proud he was of his kids.

He drank until he got more than a little tipsy. I was nursing Perrier mineral water as I wanted to keep my mind clear so I wouldn't make any foolish passes at him in the room. I had to watch my step.

He staggered a bit getting off the bar stool and leaned heavily on me. I had to throw my arm around him to get him up to the room. In the elevator, where we were alone, he lurched into my arms when it stopped with a jolt at our floor. His head rested on my shoulder with his face turned toward me. His eyes were half-closed, from too much liquor was my guess. If he had been a trick I just met in the bar, my hand would have been on his dick in a flash and my tongue halfway down his throat. I held back, of course. Too close for comfort is what it was.

"Gotta take a piss," he mumbled when we entered the room, and he stumbled into the bathroom.

It was a classy hotel. The bathroom had rippled-glass French doors. I could see him through them, not clearly, but the sound of a strong stream of piss splashing in the middle of the toilet bowl nearly drove me nuts. I loved holding a man's prick while he urinated--one of my kinks.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, he looked directly at me. His green eyes were soft and dreamy. I figured it was the booze. He looked sexy in his tan suit, making me shiver with desire. At the back of my mind, I wondered wildly how I could bear being in the same room with him all night trying to behave like a boy scout sharing a pup tent.

I thanked God for The New York Times covering my dick. The newsprint rustled as my prick bounced against it, leaving wet spots of pre-cum.

The room had two queen-size beds. That, at least, was a sort of a break. I could move way over to the opposite side of mine and break into a quiet sweat!

Then he spoke in a low voice that struck me as tentative and nervous.

He looked down. Drawn only to his face till then, my eyes followed his gaze. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his suit. I blanched and let out a grunt of surprise. His uncut meat was hanging outside of his pants, and it was on the rise!

Holy Shit! That could only mean one thing!

I felt entrapped. "Wh-wh-what do you-you...uh...mean?" I stammered. The man who owned the company was a billionaire who held some very old-fashioned ideas about where his male employees dipped their wicks. He was not above encouraging a trick like this to check a guy out. At that time, I hoped to make his company my lifetime career.

My roommate stepped closer. "I met this guy at a bar in Fort Worth a few weeks ago on one of my trips from Odessa," he said. "He knows you. He's a short blonde guy who says he was born in the same town as you back east."

"Ralph?" I gulped. "I know him real well."

"I was horny that night," he went on. "I let Ralph blow me. After that, I figured I could trust him, I told him where I worked. That's when your name came up. He told me you also like to suck cock. I love my wife, but I like to play. Sex is a heavy thing with me. I need it every day."

He gave me a reassuring grin. "If you could only see your face, sweet buddy! I guess I gave you a bad case of cock shock! Sorry. You dont have to worry about me. I'd lose my wife and kids if anybody ever found out I'm bisexual. Don't be afraid. It's OK."

His statements drove my fears away. I was ready to enjoy every inch of him now. I swung my legs off the bed and took his stiff honey-stick between my fingers and licked a drop of piss off the tip where a small circle of extra-sensitive flesh lay exposed by the thin foreskin. He rose up on his toes with a groan from deep down in his belly. He kept his hands in his pockets, but I could see his fists were clenched.

"Please take it all!" he whispered, his voice gone hoarse.

I did, to the bottom of my throat. His balls bounced against my chin. He talked softly while I crash-dived time and again down to his balls.

"I've been waiting for this ever since I found out you do the thing," he whispered. "I really like you. I think you're super hot. I do love my wife, but I've had this crush on you. Boy, was I glad when my boss set this up. It was like a sign from God!"

The words he spoke in his sultry West Texan drawl slowed as he drew heavier breaths. Finally, he stopped talking altogether and took his hands out of his pockets to wrap them around my head. He shoved into my mouth with quickening thrusts.

It was time to swing.

Having gripped his hips till then, I moved both hands to unbuckle his belt and hold his fly wider while reaching inside his pants to play with his balls. His rasping breath was punctuated by deep sighs and grunts. His body had tensed up. He was beginning to lose himself in pleasure.

He was one of those guys who hunch over you during a standing blowjob and knuckle down like a marble champion preparing for the shoot. His tummy rested on my head, and his bent knees hugged mine with a vise-like grip. His hands suddenly pushed down his pants and underwear. My arms encircled him. My palms cupped the cheeks of his ass and pulled him even closer.

We became one unit. The smell of his cock grew stronger with the pungent aroma of hot semen replacing pre-cum. Nothing could have pried me off his dick at that point.

The end swept over us at the same time. While he shot his marbles against the back of my throat, my creamy cum sprayed on both of us from my bouncing dick, running down our legs.

When it was finished, he collapsed over me and took me with him, flattening me on my back on the bed with him sprawled across me panting like a runner after a 100-yard dash. I helped him pull off his clothes.

We rolled over, sort of wrestling and laughing like fools while I tugged off his clothes. I loved being in his arms. I finally got my chance to lick his chin's dimple inside and out. In one magic moment when I felt the cum rising again, I knelt over his face and shot my load in it, just as I had dreamed.

He loved it. He wrapped himself around me afterward and begged me to lick my cum off his chin and kiss him with my lips covered with the goo. After that, we fell asleep, but kept waking up and kissing again. I think I explored every inch of his body that night with my tongue.

It turned out to be more than one of the great weekends of my life. It was also the beginning of a passionate affair that lasted for several months before I left the company for another job in San Francisco. Those first moments after he exited the bathroom with his penis hanging out of his pants have never been duplicated with anyone else.