Wednesday the following week, John got called up by corporate to fly up to Vancouver for four weeks. They had a major convention that they were setting up, and they needed as many able-bodied personnel to fly up and help out. So, he dusted off his bags and passport, got packed, and flew out the next morning. Mary would be able to cover down with their child, so they basically had all the bases covered.
When he arrived Thursday evening, he went straight to the hotel and freshened up before heading down to the lobby to have dinner before heading back up to the room and going to bed. Before he headed down, he called up Mary to let her know that he'd arrived and that there were no issues, and that he loved her.
Down in the restaurant that doubled as a bar, he ordered a light supper, featuring a soup and sandwich, and a pale ale. Sitting across from him was his old co-worker from back home, Dave. Dave and he had joined the company roughly the same time, had worked in separate offices, but in the same building. They often saw each other in the company gym before work.
Smiling, John motioned if he should join Dave, Dave gave him an eager nod, and John grabbed his beer, motioned to the waitress he'd be moving, and went to join Dave.
"Dave, what's going on? I guess you got the order to come out, too. I was hoping they'd leave me be this year," joked John.
"What, and miss out on a little travel? Still, I know what you mean. It sucks leaving the wife and kid behind," agreed Dave.
"So how's Rachel, how's the kids?" asked John.
"Oh, they're fine. Rachel's pregnant again, she's on the backend, so you know, it's fine. They're fine."
John replied knowingly, "I feel you. I've been there. Up until recently, I was in the same boat. Things weren't exactly clicking. Things are a little better now since she went through her breast reduction."
Dave cut in. "Oh that's right. Rached mentioned she was going to go under the knife. How'd that go? How's she doing?"
"Man, it's great. Her tits went from droopy Ds to perky Cs. And, I'm so turned on all the time, I basically harass her every day, and she actually likes the attention. She's been putting out way more than the last few months. Of course, it could also be because she finished her graduate program and she's less stressed. Whatever the cause, I'm not complaining," replied John.
"That's excellent, John. I don't suppose you have any before and after pics? You know, I may suggest the same to Rachel," winked Dave.
John said, "As a matter of fact, I do. Because it's you... But don't mention anything to Rachel... or Mary for that matter."
Dave replied, "Oh, I'm just kidding. You don't have to... only if you want to."
John had his phone out and open the photo application. He casually flipped through some of the recent pics he'd snapped. First was the before photos, then the after photos. Dave gave an approving grunt. "Very nice, you must be stoked. That's a stark difference."
"Thanks, Dave," replied John.
He kept flipping without thinking and suddenly got to Mardi Gras photos.
"Whoah, what's that?" asked Dave.
"Oh, these, yeah, we went to Bourbon Street a couple of weekends ago, had some fun," mused John.
Suddenly he fanned a photo too many and there was a top view of John with Roger's cock lodged in his throat, John's face a little screwed up trying to take all of Roger's meat.
"Oh shit!" exclaimed John. "You didn't see that did you?"
"What? Oh, you mean the picture where you're sucking some guy's dick? No, I didn't see anything," quipped Dave.
"I have no idea how the heck that photo got in there. Dude, you have to promise not to say anything. We were there at Mardi Gras, we'd all had a little too much to drink, and one thing led to another..." said John.
"John, you know me, I'm not the kind to say or do anything. And besides, we go way back. Frankly, I just wish I'd known you suck dick. Because you know..." suggested Dave.
"You like getting head from guys?" asked John.
"Actually, I've never tried. But as it is, we've got about a month here, and I'll bet with a little practice I could grow into it, if you know what I mean," joked Dave.
"I could use a little practice, too. I was pleasantly surprised with the whole thing, and I've been itching to try again," said John.
"I tell you what. If you like, after you finish dinner, why don't we go back to my room, and you can show me," said Dave.
"Why wait?" replied John.
...
Fifteen minutes later, Dave and John were naked in Dave's room. Dave's cock was roughly the size of John's. He was semi-hard with what looked like about six inches of cock. He jumped on the bed with his legs mildly spread. Dave followed him and climbed between his legs.
"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this," said Dave.
"Me neither. It's crazy. Still, we're not hurting anybody."
John opened his mouth and started by licking the bottom of Dave's cock from the base up to the tip. Dave let out a gasp as John licked his wet tongue up and down Dave's shaft.
"That feels awesome," Dave exclaimed. "Are you sure you have only sucked a dick once?"
John detached from Dave's penis just to say that he'd actually done it three times, two cocks total.
"Still, that's pretty good for a newbie. I can't believe what I've been missing. My wife's blowjobs don't even come close."
John bent down lower and took Dave's balls into mouth. He licked around a little deep toward the area of Dave's penis below his balls. Dave let out a loud moan, "Oh, that's so fucking good. Oh my God, unh!"
John let go and returned to Dave's penis. This time he put the penis in his mouth, and slowly lowered his wet mouth up and down, lower and lower each time, until by the tenth bob he had reached the base, and Dave's cock was all the way in John's mouth.
"Damn, Dave, I swear to God, I'm going to be bugging the shit out of you this month for blowjobs. This is so fucking good." Dave had quite the potty mouth in bed, apparently.
John continued to suck Dave off like this for the next three minutes until Dave's hips started jerking up and down steadily, his breaths becoming quick, and he started chanting, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my God, yeeesssss, ahhhhhh!!" and shot his load into John's wanting mouth.
John didn't have much experience, but knew from porn that prefer less hands and more mouth when getting blown. John liked to finish his blowjobs mouth only, keeping the cock as deep as he could without gagging, taking all the cum and trying to swallow as the cum entered his mouth.
"John, fuck, it's been like two weeks since the last time I came. That was incredible!" sighed Dave.
"I liked it too, Dave," said John.
"We're definitely gonna have some fun these next few weeks," said Dave.
"This trip is looking up after all, Dave," said John.
...
Saturday morning, John called home to check in with Mary. He told her about how things were shaping up for the event, that he'd bumped into Dave, and there wasn't much else that was new. He chose not to reveal that he'd sucked Dave off, just like he'd failed to mention that he'd given two blow jobs to Roger, and one to that total stranger, Jerry. He figured that would be something he'd best keep to himself. He wasn't sure how she'd react to knowing he was dabbling in homosexual extramarital activities, but he figured it wouldn't be positive.
Mary indicated she'd be spending the afternoon and evening at Natalie's, and that for now the plan was to spend the night. Natalie's kid had a new bunk bed he was aching to share with someone, and as John recalled, they had at least one fully made up guest bedroom that Mary could sleep in.
"That's a great idea, Honey. I'm sorry I can't come. I expect I can probably fly back and stay for next weekend if everything is proceeding as hoped," said John.
"Don't worry about it, Honey," said Mary. "We're doing just fine. I'll give you a call tomorrow to see how you're doing."
"Sure, Babe. I love you."
"I love you, too, John."
After hanging up, Mary proceeded to get ready for the weekend bar-b-cue by the pool at Natalie's. She wasn't a very good swimmer, so she didn't intend to go very deep or get her hair wet. Still, this was her first chance to wear a bathing suit since her breast reduction. Being Muslim and married, she'd wear a one-piece suit.