The Business Trip by Rheese
Explore the thrilling world of desire in 'The Business Trip' – a captivating gay erotic sex story that promises steamy encounters and passionate connections. Dive into a tale of lust, adventure, and romance that will leave you breathless. Perfect for fans of LGBTQ+ fiction seeking an exhilarating read!<br/>
“Damn, I really need to get sucked off this weekend,” Jim says as we wall away from the reception desk. “My wife hasn’t had my cock in her mouth in months.”
Jim has been married to his wife, Kate, for about 8 years. I always thought he settled for someone comfortable. He was a bit too wild for her, sexually. To put it lightly, he was always a bit of a man whore.
He and I met years ago and I’ve seen just about every woman he’s stuck his cock in and I can honestly say I didn’t expect him to be with someone like Kate. Don’t get me wrong, Kate is nice enough, but very straight edge. There doesn’t seem to be an adventurous bone in her body.
“Dude,” I respond, “As you know, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!”
“You got that right,” he shouts with a huge grin on his face. “Let’s get our shit in our rooms and hit the strip and find some hookers.”
I laugh at his eagerness, “Sounds good. Let’s say 20 minutes at that bar.” I point at a small lounge type bar near the elevators.
“Perfect!”
I went to my room and did the standard unpacking and called my wife to check in and let her know we arrived. My wife and I just celebrated our 15th anniversary, and I must say I married up. I’m an overweight, balding guy in my mid 40s. I’m not that lucky in the endowment area, ranking in the bottom 20% of size and girth. To this point I’ve been able to satisfy my wife sexually, but… well, that’s another story.
After checking in, unpacking, using the restroom and “freshening up” I head back down to the bar to wait for Jim.
I’m sitting at the bar, drink in hand waiting. A few minutes later, Jim exits the elevator across the hall and heads over towards me. He is looking everywhere and checking out every woman in the area. His lears border on inappropriate, but he is looking to get his dick wet afterall.
He’s in a nice pair of black pants and a white Pollo. Looking better than my jeans and t-shirt, but I’m the happily married one of the crowd.
He sits down and orders his beer, turning to me, “See any whores yet?”
I chuckle my response, “nah, nothing promising for you yet.”
“Figures,” he says with a bit of disappointment. “You ready to move on from this sausage fest of a bar?” He drains the rest of the beer and stands, obviously ready for me to follow.
I down the rest of my drink, I’m not letting a $15 bourbon go to waste, “sure, where you want to head?”
“Let’s bounce from bar to bar,” Jim recommends. “I want to avoid the strip clubs for now. If I can get off without paying for it I’ll be happy.”
I roll my eyes and follow Jim towards the lobby.
The next several hours were spent going from bar to bar, casino to casino. By this point in the evening it’s getting late and he’s getting frustrated. Im hammered, having had at least one drink, per bar, over the last few hours. He thought he had one on the hook at the last bar, but she ended up getting saved by the other women in the batchlorette party before Jim could set the hook.
“Bro, tomorrow’s another day,” I say as I look at the time. “We have a meeting to be at in less than six hours. We gotta head back.”
“Fuck,” he bitches. “You’re right. Plus maybe there will be some slut at the workshop I can tap during lunch.”
We make it back to our hotel and before we get to the elevators, Jim turns to me. “One more drink at the bar and I’ll give up”
“Dude, seriously? I don’t think I can have another and be able to function tomorrow.”
Jim just laughs and grabs me by my shoulder leading me to the bar.
There are a few women still in the bar, but all of them seem to be otherwise occupied.
We finish our drinks and head to the elevator, calling it a night.
“This fucking sucks,” Jim mutters as the doors close. “Shit, I’m so fucking horny that I’d be happy just fucking your face like a bitch tonight.”
Before I could even process what was just said or what my response could be I hear myself reply, “sure, I’ll be your bitch.”
I freeze as time flows by and I realize what I just said. I look up and see Jim glaring at me. He has a mix of shock, excitement and disbelief. “Um, what?” He asks. “You gonna help a brother out?” A grin spreads across his face.
Not knowing how to proceed, I just shrug and quietly respond, “yeah, sure.”
We enter his room and my heart is pounding as I hear the door close behind me. My dick is hard as a rock. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Am I going to go through with it? Is it too late to tell him I was just joking?
“So, if your going to be my bitch tonight, let’s get on with it.” His voice pulls me back to reality. He reaches down and unzips his pants, letting them fall as he steps put of them. My eyes follow his movements and lock on to the growing buldge covered by his tight boxerbriefs. He chuckles as he sees where my eyes are pointed. “Come over here, kneel down and take my cock out, bitch.”
His words and his tone of voice throws a switch I side of me as I slowly walk towards him. I look into his eyes and, for the first time, I see an evil grin on his face. I keep my eyes on his as I lower myself to my knees.
I slowly reach up and take the waistband of his boxers in my hand and pull down. I let out a low gasp as I free his cock from the tight fabric. I pull the boxers all the way down as I take in the view. His cock, just starting to harden, but already a few inches longer than my own. I stare, transfixed at his massive cock which must cross the eight inch mark when fully hard. My hand brushes his heavy balls as I take his flaccid cock in my hand.
“If I wanted a hand job I would have just jerked off,” he says with a sneer. “Suck it, bitch.”
Without any further hesitation I lean forward and take the head of his cock in my mouth. My tongue explores his head as I suck gently. This is only the fourth cock I’ve ever had in my mouth, but it is by far the largest. I suck the head as I stroke his fat cock.
“Not bad, bitch,” he laughs. “I can tell this isn’t the first cock you’ve had in your slut mouth.” I moan a negative response. “Who knew my friend here was a little closeted cock sucker! I think we’re gonna have some fun.” He suddenly pulls away, his cock exits my mouth with a pop as he chuckles. He strips off the rest of his clothes as he crosses the room and sits on a chair near the window. He looks over at me and smiles, “crawl over here, my little cocksucker.”
Immediately I crawl towards him, crossing the room and moving up between his legs. “Someone’s eager to get my cock back in their mouth, huh?” he asks as he watches me crawl through his hotel room. “If only my fucking wife was this eager.” As I get close he starts to stroke his cock, “suck my balls.”
I lean in, taking his hairy, heavy balls into my mouth. The feeling of his nuts in my mouth is so intoxicating I let out a moan as I scuck.
“My little bitch boy likes it,” he laughs. He pushes his cock down into my face. “Back to sucking,” he commands. I open up and take as much of his hard cock into my mouth as possible. “You can do better,” he scolds. I push farther, gagging myself on his meat. “Yeah, thats it bitch. Thats what I like.” He reaches over and puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me ever farther onto his cock. I’m practically swallowing the head of his cock. My back arches as I gag and choke. He simply moans in response.