One too Many

This was my last day out of town before heading back home. It had been four consecutive days of meetings and presentations, and the day was coming to a close.

Having just wrapped up a very important customer acquisition, I made my way to the parking garage and actually looked forward to heading back to the hotel.

I had a mid-afternoon flight scheduled for the next day, so I could afford to enjoy myself tonight. I arrived back at my room and turned on the TV. I quickly found myself wanting to close my eyes. I knew if I didn’t get up, I would just end up falling asleep.

I decided to hit the shower before heading down to the bar for dinner and a drink. After getting dressed in some jeans and a simple T-shirt, I headed downstairs.

I found a stool toward the far end of the bar. It was a little darker on that end, plus it offered a good view of the basketball game that had just tipped off. I ordered my first scotch, one of several that I would have before the evening was finished.

Since it was Thursday, the bar was not very busy. In fact, I believe there were only about a dozen or so people who would come and go while I was there.

By the time the first game had ended, a younger gentleman whose name was Mark had made his way down near where I was sitting. We made some general small talk, nothing too important. He was in town just for the evening and was leaving on an earlier flight, so he was not drinking too much.

By the time the second game had reached halftime, I decided that I needed to turn in and call it a night. I got up from my stool and almost fell. I had been drinking a little more than usual, and my balance was a bit off.

Mark decided to get up at the same time. “Let me help you get up to your room.” Realizing that it might be a good idea, I accepted. It took a few minutes longer than I thought it would, but we finally reached my door. Mark said, “My room is just down the hall. Let’s get you inside and I’ll be on my way.”

We walked to the bed, and I remember sitting down before falling backward. My legs still hung from the side of the bed as Mark’s hand grazed the top of my thigh. “Let me get you a pillow,” he said as he placed it under my head.

I opened my eyes the best I could—they were heavy. I could feel Mark taking off my shoes, and when he stood back up, his hand rested on my thigh. I could sense myself getting a little aroused, but I was in no position to hide it.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” I said to Mark as I closed my eyes and started to drift off.

I heard Mark respond, but I couldn’t quite make out what he said. I just remembered saying, “Thanks, I’d like that.”

After a few seconds, I felt a hand on my jeans and a couple of fingers wrapped around the waistband while another pulled the zipper down. I could barely see what was going on, but I could tell it was Mark. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said.

“Ohh, you don’t have on any underwear,” Mark said as his hand reached into the zipper’s opening, freeing my growing cock. His hand gripped the shaft and pumped it up and down a few times, making it grow fully erect.

“You have a nice-looking cock,” he said. “I’m also very surprised how fast you got hard,” he added.

Even though my eyes were heavy and my vision was blurry, I could see him kneel down close to the edge of the bed before his hands spread my legs open a little more than they already were.

I felt his hand grab my shaft once again. His hand went up and down along its length, occasionally stopping to give it a firm squeeze.

On one squeeze, I let out a soft moan of pleasure that only fueled his enthusiasm. Before and after each squeeze, he rubbed his thumb around my frenulum, which only heightened the pleasure I was feeling and the release that was slowly building up.

“Looks like someone is enjoying this,” he said.

I acknowledged the best I could with another subtle moan, but nothing more.

Mark’s hand squeezed firm one more time while it was near the base and slowly went up the length of the shaft. He tightened his grip right under the head and held firm for what seemed like several minutes before releasing.

I could feel a steady stream of precum leak from the tip, his hand loosely holding the shaft.

“That looks good,” he said.

Mark’s mouth swallowed its length, warm and wet, completely to the base. I let out a more subtle moan. He held himself there, throating it all the way down to my jeans.

When he released me, it was only for an instant. His mouth worked the shaft, gliding up and down. I just lay there taking it all in. I tried to look, but my eyes were still just as heavy as they were when we started.

My breathing quickened as his mouth continued to thoroughly devour my cock. I let out a deep moan and my shaft hardened. I could feel my balls tighten, and the first rope of cum exploded directly into his mouth and down his throat. He didn’t stop sucking. Pulse after pulse, he took it all and didn’t flinch.

I just lay there as my cock grew soft. I could see Mark stand up and head for the door.

“I hope you sleep well tonight,” he said as the door closed behind him.