Roy Sharpe felt like his life was turning around, after having gone through a rough patch. Roy had gotten married a couple of years ago, and right after he made Mindy his bride, he lost his job as the economy tanked.
Now newly employed, Roy felt like a man once more. As a representative for a winery in the Finger Lakes region, Roy was hired to work all of the wine tastings and festivals in Eastern New York and New England, pouring samples and extolling the virtues of the products he was pushing.
The couple that owned the vineyard, Claude and Carly Persaud, had taken Roy under their wing and seemed to be quite fond of him, always telling him how pleased they were to find a young man so eager and willing to bust his butt for their company.
Although Roy had gone out on his own for a few shows, Claude told his young protege that he was going to go with Roy when he was going to work a few major wine festivals in the Saratoga Springs area in mid-September.
"It's close enough so I don't feel guilty leaving for a couple of days," Claude said when he told Roy of his plans. "If Carly needs me I can get back here within a few hours. Plus, I want to see how you work. You've been getting so many favorable comments about your presentation that I've got to see you for myself."
Since Roy liked Claude a lot, and looked up to his boss a great deal - not only physically but for his wealth of knowledge about wines in general - Roy welcomed the companionship. It was tough always being in strange cities, far away from his wife and alone. Having Claude with him would not only be a learning experience, Roy figured, but it would also help him cement his position in the firm.
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"Like they say," the man said. "You only rent it."
Roy had certainly noticed the man who had sidled up next to him at the trough urinal in the men's room at Gaffney's, the bar that Roy had been drinking at with his boss after the first wine tasting at the nearby performing arts center had ended.
Despite trying to ignore the person as he did his own business, Roy realized that old habits die hard as he found himself powerless to stop his eyes from drifting over as the man beside him relieved himself. The torrent of urine splattered noisily in the metal basin, but what Roy was looking at was the source of the spray.
The man had pulled out his manhood and after pulling and stretching it a couple of times, let it go after he began urinating. So captivated was Roy at the size of the man's cock that hung unsupported while the owner put his hands on the wall in front of him, that Roy hadn't noticed who it belonged to until he heard the deep bass voice of his employer resonate in the small bathroom.
"Uh - yeah, that's right," Roy mumbled, glancing up and feeling relieved when he saw that Claude was staring straight ahead, apparently unaware that Roy had been looking at his cock. Roy wiggled his dick and tucked in back in his pants quickly, turning and washing his hands before exiting the room and returning to the table in the outdoor garden that they had been drinking at.
"That was close," Roy whispered to himself as he went back and drained his rum and coke.
Claude was working his way through the crowd to get back to their table, and Roy couldn't help but look at his employer differently now. Funny after seeing another guy's private parts, Roy always looked at the man differently, he mused, still not believing what he had seen.
His employer was a big man indeed, Roy realized, figuring him to be about 6'4" and a fairly solid 225 pounds or so. It only figured that he would be big all over, but after getting a look at Claude like that, Roy knew that he would never forget what he had seen.
Even now, working his way through the crowded patio, Roy found himself picturing the middle-aged man naked, and hating himself for his weakness. Ever since he had been married, Roy had managed to keep these desires out of his mind, but now after an innocent glance, it was all coming back.
"Get a grip," Roy muttered to himself as Claude eased himself into the chair across from him, unable to keep from imagining that gigantic cock of his hidden under the clothing.
What would he have told Mindy if his employer caught him gawking at his penis and decided that he didn't want some queer working with him? Not that Roy considered himself gay, of course. His wife didn't know about his weakness. Hell, Mindy had been so innocent and naive when they met, that she had thought that giving a blow job had meant actually blowing on his dick. What would she say if Claude had caught him looking at his private parts like that?
"Sorry, babe. I got fired for staring at my boss while he was taking a leak," Roy imagined himself saying to his wife. "Yeah, it was a great job, but I've got this thing about big cocks, and Claude's was a whopper, so I stared at it and got canned."
No, that wouldn't do, Roy realized, so when Claude suggested they get back to the hotel so they would be ready for another long day tomorrow, he happily agreed.
"Yeah, I've had plenty enough to drink today," Roy told Claude as they walked up the street to the Hilton where they were staying.
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"Feel free to use the shower first," Claude told Roy after they got back to the room they were sharing. "I've got to call Carly and see how things are back at the homestead."
Roy nodded and took his things into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind himself before stripping down. Standing in front of the toilet, Roy looked over at the full length mirror on the back of the door.
Mimicking the way Claude had been at the bar's urinal, Roy pulled on his dick a couple of times before he let go and stood there posing while letting his pee go.
"How come they always do that?" Roy whispered to himself as he looked at his reflection, before answering his own question. "Because they can."
Roy knew that you never saw guys built like himself standing there in public, brazenly flaunting their stuff. It was always the well endowed guys who stood there with their hands on their hips and showed the world what they had, and why not? Roy had seen his share of well hung guys in his life, but Claude's was something else altogether.
Even Roy had to chuckle when he looked at himself, imagining what Claude would have thought if he had seen him just now in that pose and had gotten a glimpse of his tiny dick. He looked like Pee Wee Herman, for crying out loud.
In the shower, the warm spray felt refreshing, and after a minute or so, Roy noticed that he had been lathering himself very thoroughly in one particular area, causing his dick to become erect.
"Might as well do it now," Roy mumbled, setting down the soap and grabbing his dick between his thumb and index finger, because he knew he could never get to sleep feeling like this.
Roy stroked his dick, which had blossomed to its full five inches rapidly, while imagining being in bed with Mindy, but the image didn't take, because no matter how hard he tried, Roy kept seeing Claude.
How big was Claude when he got hard? Roy couldn't keep himself from wondering as he worked his hand up and down his slippery organ. From what he had seen of it flaccid, when erect it would have to be an even more impressive sight. Having met Carly, Claude's wife, who was a petite woman much like his own Mindy, Roy shuddered when he thought of the gigantic Claude mounting her with that prodigious organ in an aroused state.
Who knows, Roy thought. Claude's an old guy - probably in his early 50's. Maybe he couldn't even get it up anymore, Roy theorized momentarily, before dismissing the notion. Bullshit. Claude was all man. Roy could spot that a mile away. That confident demeanor of his employer let the whole world know that he was a real man's man and not some wimp.
For instance, Claude would never be standing in a hotel room shower like he was; jacking off while fantasizing about another guys cock, dreaming about kneeling in front of him and skinning back the foreskin on that massive organ and taking it into his mouth, and letting him grab his head and skull-fuck him until he came, bathing his throat with a tsunami of cum.
Roy found himself leaning against the shower wall as his cum spat onto the tiles, and after he stopped shaking he made sure that there was no evidence of his self-abuse before stepping out and drying off, before getting his pajamas on.
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When Roy emerged from the bathroom Claude was on the phone, talking to his wife. His boss was naked except for a towel tied around his waist. Luckily Claude had his back to him, so Roy went over to the bed closest to the wall and slipped under the covers.
Claude's legs were long and fairly smooth, which was a definite contrast to his upper torso. Claude had a thick coat of hair on his chest, black sprinkled with a little gray, and even had some hair on his back.
He was in good shape for a guy his age, Roy noted. A bit thick around the middle, but his shoulders were broad and muscular, and his arms were well defined and solid, with faint traces of an old tattoo on his bicep barely visible through the hair that covered it.
Roy closed his eyes as Claude ended his call, ashamed of himself for what he was thinking. There he was, a 24 year old married man, checking out a man twice his age. A man, no less! If Claude knew what was going on in his head he would think he was gay or something.
On the other side of that bathroom door, Roy heard the shower being turned on. Claude was stepping behind the curtain now, letting the spray rain over his body. Because he was so tall Claude probably had to stoop down to get his head wet, and Roy imagined that the big man was probably cramped in that tiny stall.
Mr. Loomis had been tall too, Roy reflected. Probably just as tall as Claude, even if he wasn't as burly looking. He was the scout master who had taken Roy on a special hike to a secluded lake in the mountains.
"To get away from the kids," Mr. Loomis had said. "Give us men a chance to be alone. Maybe we'll discover something new and exciting."
Roy remembered how scared he was when Mr. Loomis had suggested they skinny dip at the desolate lake, and when he saw Mr. Loomis naked Roy tried to get out of disrobing as well.
"We're both men," Mr. Loomis said when he saw Roy staring at his private parts with his mouth open and his eyes bulging, and after Ross had gotten naked he remembered how nice the older man had been.
"No reason to be ashamed of yourself," Mr. Loomis had said, his eyes sparkling as he watched Roy strip down. "You're quite a handsome young man."
