Late last fall I was in Atlanta visiting customers. It was Friday night after our last meeting and I took the three junior sales people who were there with me out for drinks.
I should explain that just about everyone in our company knows I like dick and it's never been a problem. That's probably because I'm their biggest revenue producer and, like most businesses, we follow the golden rule: he who brings in the gold makes the rules.
We didn't go to a gay bar, though there were quite a few of them in the Midtown area where we were staying. Instead I chose a place where the crowd was mixed, knowing there'd be some hot guys there and I might have a chance at getting the weekend off to a good start.
We'd been in the club about half an hour when a short, very nice looking blonde guy walked by us. He stopped and very obviously checked me out from head to crotch, taking a long time studying my chest and basket. He was wearing shorts and a black t-shirt that showed off a very well muscled body. He looked like he might have been a gymnast in college, which I guessed was about five years earlier. He was, to put it mildly, exactly my type.
After he'd finished ogling me the young man walked away. I watched him, or rather I watched his incredibly fine ass, until he turned to see if I was looking.
I winked. He smiled. Game on.
A few minutes later when the guy walked past us again I separated myself from my associates in case he wanted to talk. He did.
"You live in Atlanta or are you visiting?" he asked.
"I'm here on business," I told him. "We came over here to wind down after a long day."
"Would you like some company?" he asked.
I smiled. "I'd like your company very much."
"Would you like to see my new apartment?" he asked. He gets points for directness.
"Let's go," I answered.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Jim," I said as I put my arm around his shoulder.
"Well you are a real daddy treat, Jim. I'm Max and I am ready."
On the way out I told my colleagues they were on their own for dinner. They laughed - we'd done this before - and wished me a fun evening.
"Don't worry," Max said. "We'll have loads of fun."
Max had ridden to the bar with friends so we made the short drive to his place in my rental car. As i pulled out of the parking lot I looked over at Max and asked him which way I should turn. He'd already pulled his cock out of his shorts and was slowly stroking it.
"Does daddy like this?" he asked.
I almost ran the car into a street light. His cock, like the rest of him, was gorgeous. Probably about seven circumcised inches, nice thickness and a delectable fat head. I reached over and stroked it a couple of times. "Yes, boy, daddy likes that a lot." I wondered if Max was a top, and what it would feel like to have his dick plowing my tight ass.
"I'm glad," he said. "I want you to hold it while you fuck me." Then he smiled at me, suddenly very passive and said "I hope you want to fuck me."
I put his hand over the growing bulge in my pants and said, "Does that answer your question?"
The trip to Max's apartment didn't take long, mostly because I drove 30 miles an hour over the speed limit. By the time we'd parked in front of his place he had my cock out of my pants and was stroking it in time with his own. It soon got slippery with precum, which Max put on his finger and tasted.
"Will daddy let me have more of this?"
We hurried inside. Honestly I can't tell you how his apartment was decorated or what color it was or even if it had windows. I was too busy tearing the clothes off this Adonis and wondering about what position I would fuck him in first.
Naked he looked even better: great arms, a strong well-defined chest with quarter sized dark pink nipples that were hard and pointed. The tan line suggested he was fond of speedos and wore them often. And the legs, oh my god, big thick thighs and calves. This boy was hot.
It seemed like just seconds after we walked in his front door that we were in the bedroom, me on top of him. I pulled his hands over his head and pinned them against the headboard.
"What have you got for daddy?" I asked.
"Daddy can have anything he wants," Max purred.
I told him that what I wanted was a condom so I could fuck his brains out before I exploded. He opened the drawer on the nightstand by his bed and pulled out a red cloth bag. "There are some in here," he said as he began pawing at my chest.
There were condoms in the bag alright, but there was a lot more: a cock ring, a couple of candles and nipple clamps on a chain. This was going to be even more fun than I thought.
I lit the candles and set them in a holder on the night stand. I let him put the cock ring on me and then I attached the clamps to his nips. He winced and then moaned when I locked them on.
"Daddy is the first man to use those on me," he said. "Please fuck me."
I did, and very aggressively. It was pretty obvious I was hitting his p-spot by the way he was moaning and thrusting his hips to meet my dick. I took a hold of the chain attached to the nipple clamps and pulled on it, very gently at first, then harder. Before I knew Max was yelling, writhing around on the bed and his big but untouched cock was shooting an incredible load of hot thick cum all over my chest.
His contractions were powerful, squeezing my dick like a vise, seconds later I filled the condom, and I do mean filled it, with my own load. Only then did I notice that we were both sweating like we'd been in a steam room for hours.
"Give me your cum," Max said. "Pour it on me."
To do that I had to pull out of him, which was not really what I wanted to do, but eventually I got the rubber off and handed it to him. He immediately poured the contents over his face then used his fingers to lick it off. As he did I again pulled on the nipple clamps, making him yell with joy.
"Oh daddy I love having my nipples worked. Do it Harder."
I had a different idea in mind. I pulled off the clamps suddenly, causing him to jump. Then I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the candles. Slowly I let the hot wax rain down on his tortured nips. He screamed out, then shot out a load even larger than his first. And he hadn't touched his dick the entire time we were in bed.
Needless to say I spent the night with Max. The sex was phenomenal. I fucked him two more times and sucked another load out of his delicious cock. Before we went to sleep I even let him put the nipple clamps on me. It was OK, but they looked much better on him. When I left the next morning, barely in time to catch my flight home, he gave me his phone number and asked me to call them the next time I'd be in town.
Believe me I will do exactly that.