I Got My Man Bob Out Of It, A Trip I Won't Forget

I worked in the purchasing department of a large corporation, rising to become the purchasing manager. One of the perks of being the manager is that you got invited out by vendors, got tickets to ball games, and I was invited to a fishing trip in Montana. My boss, the CFO said go, have fun but keep your cards close to your chest and don't commit to anything.

The trip was four men, I was the youngest, staying at a camp site along the river. I bunked with Bob, not from accounting, and at night we all got together in the main room to drink and tell stories. Being the younger one I listened to these men tell stories of trips of other years, getting drunk on rum, and hiring girls to come dance for them naked. But on that trip there were no girls, just us swinging dicks, as Bob said.

Then, out of the blue, Bob said 'how about it?'. 'How about what', I said, oblivious to the tone he was using. 'Let's see it' he said. It was the beginning of being caught up in the world of vendors with pictures of their prey. Pictures, taken by the other vendors, of Bob sucking my dick. Pictures taken by the other vendors of Bob's dick in my hand. Pictures by the other vendors of Bob's dick in my mouth. Pictures by the other vendors of Bob's dick up my ass.

I was now in their hands, to use as they needed. The secret of it all was just how much I enjoyed it. Not my first time, not my first dick in my mouth, not my first dick up my ass. I enjoyed it, I liked it, I wanted more of it. If Bob was the man I was his fuck for the trip. I sucked Bob later that night, in our cabin, with the door closed and told him I loved an older man. I sucked him to completion. Little had Bob and his buddies known, that I was a total pansy when it came to older men.

It made my job easier, because what goes around comes around, and it wasn't in Bob's interest to be outed, or the other vendors for that matter. It was a club, we got together for offshore fishing, for other things, and Bob was my man. One time on an offshore fishing trip, fishing for Marlin, I told Bob nothing helped me sleep better than having had his dick up my ass. Bob didn't want a relationship, a fuck buddy yes, but not a relationship, but that's exactly where this was going. I kissed Bob on the mouth and told him to kiss me back or I wasn't going to let him take me.

In the big picture it didn't affect my job, Bob and his friends had misfired when they thought they were compromising me for their benefit. I got Bob out of it, he's my man now whether he wants it or not. More often that not it's me and Bob behind closed doors, but if the party gets going and the other guys want to play around, I'm open to an orgy on the Bear Rug in the hunting cabin. But when it comes to where I sleep and with whom, it's me and Bob, my man Bob, he's my man. Bob gets it now. I don't go on trips without Bob and Bob doesn't go on trips where I'm not invited.