I was sitting at a small table in the corner of the cocktail lounge trying to relax and analyze what I had just heard and figure out what I was going to do for an income now that I was unemployed.
I was angry and mystified. I had spent the last 2 days, in a hotel conference room, listening to hostile strangers tell me they had just bought the defense contractor where I had worked for the last 20 years, and were now going to dismantle the company. In essence the new owner's representative had said they were going to lay - off of most of the existing staff, sell off most of the physical assets, sell the commercial chemical business, and reorganize the chemical warfare and research and development department I had managed for the last 10 years. The part that had caused me the most anguish was that their plan for the reorganization of the R&D Dept. was going to be done without any input from me or my existing staff. In my opinion it didn't make any business or scientific sense. But I had no say in the matter. I was officially terminated. I was history.
When I had first arrived in the bar it was quiet and empty except for me, the bartender, and a couple of other former employees getting quietly drunk. Now, 2 hours later it was half full of guests waiting for their tables in the 2 five star restaurants, and noisy from the multiple televisions showing the game 3 of the World Series.
As I sat there, I absently noticed one of my younger research assistants talking quietly to one of the former salesmen, a slightly overweight Asian who was listening intently to what ever was being said. Given their position and Sean's hand on Wei, I had the distinctly lewd thought that whatever Sean was saying to Wei, it was clear to me Sean wanted to fuck him. The lewd though triggered a melancholy memory of Adam.
I had met , Adam, or rather Lt. Colonel Adam Jones, when he took over the supervision of our military contract 2 years ago when he had "seduced" me after I had had way to much to drink at one of the endless Pentagon receptions. He had offered to let me stay over at his apartment instead of either calling my wife or a cab and I had accepted without any suspicion of his ulterior motive. He had suggested that a quick hot shower would make me sleep better - and I bit. He met me as I was stepping out of the shower. He was completely nude, his cock was fully erect, and he had come straight up to me, knelt directly in front of me and before I could resist took my cock in his mouth. I was fully erect in a heartbeat and by then resistance was futile. He knew what he was doing, he liked doing it, and I liked him doing it. Then, when I lost control, he eagerly swallowed all of my hot creamy spurts while I moaned and almost collapsed on the floor.
"Can I join you?" I heard the question but it didn't register until it was repeated.
"Mind if I join you Joe?" The voice behind me spoke with a slight British accent I recognized and turned to see Mac. Mac wasn't his real name, just a nickname imposed on him because most English speakers couldn't pronounce his real name. He'd told me several times what it was, rather common Punjabi name with 12 letters and 5 syllables, but none of us could ever pronounce it, and so he was called Mac.
"I've been looking for you." He said. "This was the last place I thought to look."
He was right. I wasn't much of a drinker, but today I had been drinking, and now I was pleasantly tipsy.
The cocktail waitress left and Mac turned to me. "I have something I've wanted to show you for a long time. I've been meaning to call you but the last few days have been very busy. Anyway it's up in my room and you need to see it."
"What is it, the Holy Grail?" I asked facetiously.
"Better, much better," he said softly putting his large dark hand on my forearm. "Come on I really need you need to see this." As he said it, his hand moved lightly along my arm to my hand, which he grasped and ever so slightly tugged. At Mac's touch, my heart rate jumped several levels, my cock twitched and I had a vivid flashback of the first time Adam's hand had touched me like that.
Adam had just sucked me off in front of the shower, and I had wanted to return the oral favor, but Adam simply smiled, and taken my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom saying, "What I really want, is for you to bend over so I can shove my cock into that wonderful plump white bottom of yours." He had led me to the bed and positioned me exactly the way he wanted me. On my knees, bottom raised, face down flat on the bed, knees spread wide, and my hands spreading my cheeks for him. He told me to watch him in the mirror as he had knelt on the floor directly behind my spread bottom, leaned forward and licked and tongued my slot while fondling my now limp wet cock till I started to harden, then he stood up and began to finger fuck me, gently spreading me open till I was wide enough to take his pulsating cock. Then he fucked me, and fucked me, and fucked me - till I had to beg for mercy. Only then did he allow himself to cum and then he told me to watch him shoot his creamy white streamers all over my sore abused bottom. Adam had been transferred out of state 2 months ago, and since then I had really missed him
My wife and I had enjoyed sex for many years, and I really enjoy fucking her. When we had first begun dating, I had told her that I had bisexual tendencies and sometimes I wanted a man to fuck me and she understood. We had done the threesome thing several times with our third being a male interested in fucking me and she had enjoyed watching me get my bottom plowed
Our enjoyment of fucking had led to the most common side-effect of fucking – 3 kids – all now grown and gone. Her favorite was to ride my cock, or tongue or fingers till she came, then if I was still hard she'd suck me dry. But she didn't have a cock and her using a dildo on me just wasn't the same as a real live male with a raging erection and the urge to fuck me. And sometimes that was what I wanted. A man to drive his throbbing cock into my open willing bottom till he shot me full of his cream and I either spurted all over the bed or myself depending on whether I was on my back with my legs spread wide and him jerking me off while he fucked me, or I was kneeling with my bottom raised and my face flat on the bed with him plowing my wide white furrow doggie style.
But then when she turned 50 "the change" occurred, and she had lost all interest in sex. Nothing had been the same since – except I was still horny and wanted a man to fuck me - and gave me her blessing to take care of myself.
"Joe?" Mac asked seeing I was lost in thought.
I blinked and came back to the present. Mac's hand still covered mine. This wasn't the first time Mac had touched me, but it was the first time he'd been so direct, and I finally thought I understood his message. He had been interested in more than business during all those endless specification supervision meetings with the military contract supervisor. Now it occurred to me that Mac's seemly innocuous touching during those meetings was so subtle, that I hadn't notice what he was doing.
He looked me directly in the eyes and said quietly, "I promise you'll not regret this. I ..."
"Sir," interrupted the waitress that had taken my food order 20 minutes before Mac sat down, "I'm sorry it's taking so for your roast beef sandwich, but we're short a cook tonight."
As she spoke to him I had visions of me face down on the bed, my bottom raised, watching Adam in the mirror mount me from behind, sliding his wonderful cock deep into my willing wet bottom, and wondered if Mac would be anything like Adam.
Mac looked at me, then turned said to the waitress, "No trouble. I'll have hot pastrami on a roll, and you can send them both up to room 512. And would you tell the cocktail waitress to send our drinks up too?"
"Hot pastrami, roast beef and drinks for room 512 it is sir. But it may take a few minutes."
