Fresh out of Business School, I was recruited to work for a company that required a lot of travel.
Having basically ruined my life and relationships with the idea of a corporate master of "getting ahead," I was completely adrift
I hadn't settled anywhere, and my grad school girlfriend went across the country for an unpaid internship and a new life in the banking world of lightless cubicles and endless days. Though I missed her sweet soft flesh and her glorious ass, I sadly said my goodbyes and good-lucks.
My new firm was a new and lively place. They took me in and interviewed me to find out what I could best help them achieve.
Clearly, company outreach was where I fit in. After several business trips with middle and then upper management, I was turned out to "GO GET THE MONEY, BOY!"
I was off to the races.
I quickly fell into the easy life of air travel and being in different cities every week. Usually, I could find a connection to sex and didn't have to really think about it much.
Occasionally when I was a bit worn down and didn't want the prattle of the bar I would go to an Adult Book Store to pick up something to get myself off while reading alone at the end of the day.
Mostly this was fine for me. It gave me time to process whatever business needed attending to and gave me a release.
One night, I went into the arcade, put a few quarters in the booth, watched some loud low-quality porn, and got myself off.
Over time this became a habit in whatever city I was in. I started to come prepared with a bit of lube and some tissue to clean myself up with.
On a night after the bar, I took a cab to my now regular arcade. I went to the counter, which was much busier than I had seen before, got my tokens, and a different look from the guy at the register. Every booth was full and I wound up at the end of the hall.
I sat down and started my show. I hadn't yet noticed the holes. As I settled in and pulled my cock out, poured a nice bit of lube on it, and started to stroke myself I was startled by a finger-wagging through a hole in the wall I hadn't noticed followed by a tongue flicking. I didn't think for a second, I pushed my engorged cock into the waiting unknown mouth and got the best blowjob I had had in months.
I was both blown and blown away.
I sat there panting and started to clean myself up when I heard the door close next door.
I left and went back to my hotel not really sure about what had just happened. Showered, jerked off again, and went to bed.
As time went on even time I was in this city which was very central to my business this now became the habit of heading to the end of the hall and letting myself be blown. Soon enough I was also having my balls sucked and a few times got rimmed before dumping a load into the mouth of an unknown host.
Eventually, I was looking forward to traveling to some cities more than others. I worried less about picking up some woman at the bar and more about the thrill of having my cock worshiped by a stranger.
One night in Washington, I got picked up by a couple who wanted me to fuck her and then have him finish me off. As much as I pretended to be reluctant I was in heaven holding his head while I pushed my cock down his throat. I don't think that I ever came as hard as that. Watching his wife kiss him and lick the cum out of his beard had me hard enough to fuck her again. I left him cleaning out her used pussy while I dressed.