A gay sex stories: Secrets In Room 403 Pt. 05 /*
Our CEO wakes up Wednesday morning of his first week on the new assignment.
Monday evening, he discovered a gay hookup app and signed up. Later that night he had his first encounters with a large white man named Sam and a very tall black man named Ray.
Tuesday evening, Sam returned because he was blackmailing the CEO into letting Sam take his anal virginity.
The CEO solved the blackmail issue with Sam by allowing him fuck him for the first time.
After his first anal experience, the CEO wants more, and invites 3 black men to his room in rapid succession. The scheduling fails and the CEO ends up taking all three of the black men together in an impromptu gang bang.
We now find the CEO waking up Wednesday morning after his Tuesday night perversions.
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My alarm clock startled me out of my slumber at 5 am. I rolled over to shut it off and sat up in bed, naked and hung over. I looked around my hotel room and remembered the scene from last night.
“What is wrong with me,” I thought to myself, “What started out as a curiosity has quickly become an unhealthy obsession.”
I wondered if I had suddenly become gay. Why else would I find so much sexual pleasure sucking cock and getting fucked. Especially by black guys with huge dicks. I rationalized that I was still straight because I would never kiss a man; even the thought of it made me sick to my stomach.
Sucking cock and getting fucked seemed so exotic to me probably because I viewed it as taboo; almost a perversion. Maybe that was why I liked it so much. I was hugely conflicted by what I was feeling. On one hand, I was ashamed of what I had done and would be mortified if anyone ever found out. On the other, I was already excited that I had one more night on the road to experience this taboo that I lusted after.
“Get your head out of your ass, and get to work,” I thought to myself, as I climbed out of bed and walked toward the bathroom to take my shower.
Back to Work
Wednesday was a new day for me. I threw myself into my work to try to forget my actions from the prior evening. I was a highly paid professional, I needed to start acting like one. As the day wrapped up, I took stock of my priority list and how much I had accomplished. I told my colleagues I would see them next week and left the office around 6 p.m.
I talked to my wife in the car as I drove back to the hotel. She told me how much she had missed me and how she couldn’t wait until I returned on the Thursday morning flight. I liked to take the mid-morning flight on Thursday because it was the least crowded and first class tickets were less expensive at that hour.
I got back to my hotel room, threw on my dress shorts and a golf shirt and headed to my Italian restaurant for dinner. I enjoyed my last dinner of the week, and I looked forward to relaxing alone in my hotel room for a change. I knew I needed to dial back my deviant behavior and put myself back on the straight and narrow.
After dinner, I walked over to my dive bar to relax and enjoy a cocktail or two. I took my usual seat at the bar. Ed saw me walking in and he was already mixing up my martini.
“Hey Mike,” Ed said with a smile, “How did your day go, sir?”
“Great day today, Ed,” I said, smiling back, “and it’s about to get even better.”
“Keep ’em coming?” Ed asked.
“Please do, I fly home tomorrow, so I can let my hair down a little,” I answered.
As I sipped on my cocktail, I looked around the bar engaging in some people watching. I was wondering if the cougars from the other night might be lurking at a table. The bar was full for a Wednesday. The TV’s had almost every game of interest playing. It was easy to spend some time and enjoy maybe one too many martinis.
A little after 8:30 p.m., I left the bar and made the short walk back to the hotel. It was a hot, humid Atlanta night and I was feeling absolutely no pain after four martinis. Heat and humidity always make me horny; I don’t know why. Maybe it didn’t help that I was sporting a blood alcohol level that could probably be measured from space.
I was walking across the lobby of the Intercontinental when I heard someone call my name.
Meeting the Night Manager
“Mr. Adams,” A well-dressed black man said as he approached me from behind the front desk.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, happy that I didn’t slur my speech.
“Mr. Adams, I’m Jim Cartwright, I’m the night manager of the hotel. I need to talk to you about something in my office please, it’s urgent.”
“Certainly,” I said, following the man as we walked behind the front desk, “By the way, please call me Mike.”
“Right this way, Mike. My office is at the end of the hall,” the night manager directed.
We arrived at Jim Cartwright’s office and he closed the door.
“Have a seat, Mike,” Jim said, gesturing toward the chairs in front of his desk while he took a seat at his desk.
“Mike, I have a sensitive issue to discuss with you,” Jim said, leaning forward on his desk.
“I need to show you some video on this monitor here,” he continued, rotating his computer monitor so we could both view it.
Jim started a video. It looked a floor of the hotel. Soon, I saw a man leave his room wearing shorts and a t-shirt, carrying an ice bucket. The man walked to the elevator and placed his room key under the lamp. My mind started to panic, and my face flushed with embarrassment.
As we viewed the video silently, I watched multiple men pick up the key and then enter my room with it. The video captured multiple men coming and going over the last two nights. My heart was exploding in my chest. My secret was discovered.
“So, Mike, I can only think of two reasons for your clandestine visits,” Jim said, with a stone cold look on his face.
“It’s either sex or it’s drugs, either way, I think I have to get the cops involved here,” Jim continued.
“It’s not drugs,” I blurted out, slurring my words a little.
“Are you having sex with these men, Mike?” Jim asked, wearing a look of disgust, “did you really have sex with 4 different men in our hotel?”
“It was over two nights, I got carried away, I’m sorry,” I answered, “I’m married and straight, I just got curious.”
“That looks like a lot more than curious, Mike,” Jim said, sitting back and crossing his arms, “did you pay any of these men?”
“No!” I snapped, “this will not happen again, I just wanted to experience it once.”
“I need you to take me to your room, Mike,” Jim said, “I need to see if there are any drugs there”
“I’m fine with you searching,” I replied, “I’m not hiding anything and I’ve never even used drugs.”
“Let’s go then,” Jim said, standing from his desk and walking toward the door.
I followed Jim into the elevator and rode up to the fourth floor. Jim and I walked to my room and I used my key card to let myself in. Once inside, Jim walked over and sat on the bed, which I thought was odd.
“Mike, I’m going to keep this indiscretion between us,” Jim said, “I can’t judge a man just because he wants to have sex with other men while on the road away from his wife.”
“Hell, I am very open minded myself when it comes to these things,” Jim continued, “We just need to come up with a system, so you don’t keep getting caught on the cameras.”