Straight Male / 57
Closing The Deal
I'm a happily married and recently retired guy and this confession is about an incident that happened about 30 years ago.
I two young kids and another on the way and was a sales rep for heavy machinery. The job meant a considerable amount of travel all around the country visiting production facilities and factories, meeting the purchasing agents and the company principals. Like many sales jobs the salary was negligible and the real money was by way of commissions. Since the equipment was very expensive, my end was quite lucrative and we lived quite well indeed.
The particular sale I'm going to tell about was at a company in a large rustbelt city but was in the days when production was strong before lots of it has moved offshore.
I traveled Business class and stayed in very good hotels. Often the prospective buyers would be open to having dinner at high end restaurants for which I used the corporate credit card.
This one night I had dinner with Mr. Smith which of course is not his real name but will do fine.
I had spent the day with him and his people touring their plant which manufactured agricultural equipment I believe. After a brief break where I was able to grab a nap and a shower, shave and change of clothes, Mr. Smith picked me up at my hotel and took us to a high end steakhouse.
I was a little surprised he was alone because usually I would deal with the owner and a couple of his staff. After dinner and a few drinks Mr. Smith said he wanted to show me something back at the plant. He had been very positive about purchasing the equipment from me and I was anticipating that we'd go to his office and he'd sign the paperwork.
We got to the plant which was closed for the night and Mr. Smith parked in the owner's spot and unlocked the office entrance and punched in the disarming code for the alarm. He led the way to his private office and was talking about how good my company's machinery was going to work for him, how happy he was to have met me and how happy he was to be doing business with us.
He motioned me into a chair beside his big desk and I could see my contracts were on his desk.
He went to a small cabinet on the side of the office and produced a bottle of cognac and a couple of large snifters. I was already buzzed from the Manhattans I'd had at the restaurant but Mr. Smith didn't seem fazed. I accepted the snifter and we sipped our brandy and were feeling good and comfortable.
Mr. Smith was talking more about how happy he was to meet me and then he put down his glass and as he turned to me he was undoing the belt on his trousers. He proceeded to open and drop his suit pants and I could see a good sized bulge in his shorts. His boxers soon joined his pants around his ankles and he took his 7 inch cut cock in his hand and lifted it, exposing his low hanging scrotum.
He was standing in front of me, inches from my face and I could smell the powerful musky scent from his groin. I said something about not being gay and he put his hand on my shoulder and came even closer as he said something like "I know you're not queer but I'm sure you want to make me happy, don't you?"
Between the booze and the nice commission and the heavy musky scent I think I might have even moaned a little as I reached for his hip and kissed his balls. He said that's a good boy, lick my balls and make me happy."
I found his balls were a little bit damp and tasted a little bit salty, probably from sweat. He was musky but didn't smell dirty or anything and soon I was sucking first one and then the other od his balls in my mouth.
Mr. Smith asked me if I wanted to suck his dick and I surprised myself when I said yes. He said "Yes, what?" He wanted to exert his control over me and I was excited to find I had a stiff dick in my shorts and I said "I really want to suck your dick, Mr. Smith."
He asked how much I wanted it and I said I want it real bad.
He had kept holding his dick up and kind of shook his balls and said show me how much you want it, suck my balls some more.
After a few more minutes of that he stood back and then turned around and bent over his desk. He told me to come and get on the floor and to suck his balls from behind. This put my face right into his asscrack and while I sucked his balls I was getting more excited. I never did gay stuff before but I did love giving oral to my wife and other girls I'd been with. And that included eating pussy and eating ass.
So I'm sucking his balls and when I put my hands on his ass cheeks and gently spread him open. The musky smell of his asshole was stronger and my dick was throbbing as I licked up his crack right across his starfish. Mr, Smith was moaning and telling me how good that feels, telling me to lick his dirty asshole and kiss his hole. Soon I was french kissing his asshole and he was really going crazy, telling me "Stick your faggot tongue deep in my shithole!" and nasty degrading stuff like that. I took my hands off his cheeks just long enough to open my own pants and free my straining hard dick.
Put my hands back on his cheeks and resumed tongue fucking his ass like a dirty bitch.
Pretty soon he said he was getting close. He said I proved I wanted to suck his dick and now he would give me what I wanted. He turned again and rubbed the wet head of his dick across my lips. I moaned at the touch of his dick, all warm and wet with lots of sweet and sticky precum.
Parted my lips as the dick entered my mouth and he was telling me he would feed me a nice load of fresh cream. When his dick got even harder and began to convulse he shot three or four bursts of hot cum in my mouth. Some did dribble out because it was so much and I had never done this before. I swallowed the rest and with just a couple of strokes I was firing my own load into the brandy snifter he'd given me. I stayed on the floor as Mr. Smith recovered from his climax and he was using his hankie to wipe off his dick and balls, then pulling up his shorts and pants. He told me not to waste that fine cognac and to drink up.
He watched as I sat on the floor and guzzled the remains of cognac and my load.
I stood up and fixed my pants while Mr. Smith signed the paperwork for me. He stood up and gave me the papers and a firm two hand shake and said it was a real pleasure doing business with me. He said that when the machinery was delivered and installed at the plant perhaps I could come out again to see that it was all set and working correctly.
I said I don't usually do that but if he talked to my boss maybe I could make an exception for him.
He drove me back to my hotel where I packed up my clothes and paperwork worth a very nice sum.
I flew out of there next morning and a few months later the equipment was delivered and installed at Mr. Smith's factory. I don't know if he ever requested that I go back or not and I never saw him again. My boss was thrilled with the order and said that Mr. Smith had spoken very highly about me and he said there would be a nice bonus for me at the end of the year.
That was the only time I ever did any male sex and never had a desire to do it again.
I can't deny that at the time it was very exciting and it did make me cum hard.
I never told my wife or anyone else about what happened. Since then my old boss retired and passed away and a few years ago I heard that Mr. Smith also passed.
I confess that I acted like a submissive queer that one time and did it for the money so I guess I was a whore for the night.
I also confess that I don't regret it at all. It was very exciting and very good money.
I two young kids and another on the way and was a sales rep for heavy machinery. The job meant a considerable amount of travel all around the country visiting production facilities and factories, meeting the purchasing agents and the company principals. Like many sales jobs the salary was negligible and the real money was by way of commissions. Since the equipment was very expensive, my end was quite lucrative and we lived quite well indeed.
The particular sale I'm going to tell about was at a company in a large rustbelt city but was in the days when production was strong before lots of it has moved offshore.
I traveled Business class and stayed in very good hotels. Often the prospective buyers would be open to having dinner at high end restaurants for which I used the corporate credit card.
This one night I had dinner with Mr. Smith which of course is not his real name but will do fine.
I had spent the day with him and his people touring their plant which manufactured agricultural equipment I believe. After a brief break where I was able to grab a nap and a shower, shave and change of clothes, Mr. Smith picked me up at my hotel and took us to a high end steakhouse.
I was a little surprised he was alone because usually I would deal with the owner and a couple of his staff. After dinner and a few drinks Mr. Smith said he wanted to show me something back at the plant. He had been very positive about purchasing the equipment from me and I was anticipating that we'd go to his office and he'd sign the paperwork.
We got to the plant which was closed for the night and Mr. Smith parked in the owner's spot and unlocked the office entrance and punched in the disarming code for the alarm. He led the way to his private office and was talking about how good my company's machinery was going to work for him, how happy he was to have met me and how happy he was to be doing business with us.
He motioned me into a chair beside his big desk and I could see my contracts were on his desk.
He went to a small cabinet on the side of the office and produced a bottle of cognac and a couple of large snifters. I was already buzzed from the Manhattans I'd had at the restaurant but Mr. Smith didn't seem fazed. I accepted the snifter and we sipped our brandy and were feeling good and comfortable.
Mr. Smith was talking more about how happy he was to meet me and then he put down his glass and as he turned to me he was undoing the belt on his trousers. He proceeded to open and drop his suit pants and I could see a good sized bulge in his shorts. His boxers soon joined his pants around his ankles and he took his 7 inch cut cock in his hand and lifted it, exposing his low hanging scrotum.
He was standing in front of me, inches from my face and I could smell the powerful musky scent from his groin. I said something about not being gay and he put his hand on my shoulder and came even closer as he said something like "I know you're not queer but I'm sure you want to make me happy, don't you?"
Between the booze and the nice commission and the heavy musky scent I think I might have even moaned a little as I reached for his hip and kissed his balls. He said that's a good boy, lick my balls and make me happy."
I found his balls were a little bit damp and tasted a little bit salty, probably from sweat. He was musky but didn't smell dirty or anything and soon I was sucking first one and then the other od his balls in my mouth.
Mr. Smith asked me if I wanted to suck his dick and I surprised myself when I said yes. He said "Yes, what?" He wanted to exert his control over me and I was excited to find I had a stiff dick in my shorts and I said "I really want to suck your dick, Mr. Smith."
He asked how much I wanted it and I said I want it real bad.
He had kept holding his dick up and kind of shook his balls and said show me how much you want it, suck my balls some more.
After a few more minutes of that he stood back and then turned around and bent over his desk. He told me to come and get on the floor and to suck his balls from behind. This put my face right into his asscrack and while I sucked his balls I was getting more excited. I never did gay stuff before but I did love giving oral to my wife and other girls I'd been with. And that included eating pussy and eating ass.
So I'm sucking his balls and when I put my hands on his ass cheeks and gently spread him open. The musky smell of his asshole was stronger and my dick was throbbing as I licked up his crack right across his starfish. Mr, Smith was moaning and telling me how good that feels, telling me to lick his dirty asshole and kiss his hole. Soon I was french kissing his asshole and he was really going crazy, telling me "Stick your faggot tongue deep in my shithole!" and nasty degrading stuff like that. I took my hands off his cheeks just long enough to open my own pants and free my straining hard dick.
Put my hands back on his cheeks and resumed tongue fucking his ass like a dirty bitch.
Pretty soon he said he was getting close. He said I proved I wanted to suck his dick and now he would give me what I wanted. He turned again and rubbed the wet head of his dick across my lips. I moaned at the touch of his dick, all warm and wet with lots of sweet and sticky precum.
Parted my lips as the dick entered my mouth and he was telling me he would feed me a nice load of fresh cream. When his dick got even harder and began to convulse he shot three or four bursts of hot cum in my mouth. Some did dribble out because it was so much and I had never done this before. I swallowed the rest and with just a couple of strokes I was firing my own load into the brandy snifter he'd given me. I stayed on the floor as Mr. Smith recovered from his climax and he was using his hankie to wipe off his dick and balls, then pulling up his shorts and pants. He told me not to waste that fine cognac and to drink up.
He watched as I sat on the floor and guzzled the remains of cognac and my load.
I stood up and fixed my pants while Mr. Smith signed the paperwork for me. He stood up and gave me the papers and a firm two hand shake and said it was a real pleasure doing business with me. He said that when the machinery was delivered and installed at the plant perhaps I could come out again to see that it was all set and working correctly.
I said I don't usually do that but if he talked to my boss maybe I could make an exception for him.
He drove me back to my hotel where I packed up my clothes and paperwork worth a very nice sum.
I flew out of there next morning and a few months later the equipment was delivered and installed at Mr. Smith's factory. I don't know if he ever requested that I go back or not and I never saw him again. My boss was thrilled with the order and said that Mr. Smith had spoken very highly about me and he said there would be a nice bonus for me at the end of the year.
That was the only time I ever did any male sex and never had a desire to do it again.
I can't deny that at the time it was very exciting and it did make me cum hard.
I never told my wife or anyone else about what happened. Since then my old boss retired and passed away and a few years ago I heard that Mr. Smith also passed.
I confess that I acted like a submissive queer that one time and did it for the money so I guess I was a whore for the night.
I also confess that I don't regret it at all. It was very exciting and very good money.
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