Thursday night, I’m relaxing in my hotel room. The seminar finishes tomorrow and I’ll take the bus home on Saturday. The phone rings and it’s Les telling me he’s got a job working for Ben.
He’s in a suite not far from their office in the suburbs and he wants to take me out for a thank-you dinner on Friday night. He will take a bus into town and meet me at the restaurant across the street from my hotel.
I get there early and order coffee. Les is on time and the meal - mushroom cream soup, turkey, baked potato with lots of butter, corn, and apple pie with ice cream for dessert - is delicious.
We have a good chat, tell a few jokes, and consume a few beers. He’s thankful that Aunt Lucy let him stay at her place but he also feels that she is a little hard to take at times. Plus, she was starting to get on his case about finding a job.
“Well,” I told him, “now you know why God invented the yeast infection. It’s so wives will know what it's like to live with an irritating cunt!"
He and I laugh, almost giggling, and the other patrons look at us, probably wondering what could be so funny.
Les has met Ben's family. His oldest daughter, who is seventeen, is a real cutie. She has small tits but a really hot ass. And she has a crush on him but Ben has told him, “Stay the fuck away from her.”
Around nine, we decide to leave and Les tells me to go to my room and shower while he pays the bill. He'll join me.
I shower and when Les arrives, he also gets in the shower. Wearing towels around our waists, he takes a small bottle of massage oil from a pocket of his jeans and says, "It's time for your massage buddy. Go lie face down on the bed.”
I remove the towel and he pours oil onto his palms and rubs them together. He starts at my feet and works up my legs, first one, then the other. It’s so relaxing. At my ass cheeks, he rubs in circles, around and around. His fingers brush my balls and I open my legs to give him access. He works on my lower back, shoulders, and arms, and it is awesome.
"You've done this before,” I murmur.
"A few times. One of my girlfriends back home wouldn't let me fuck her until I got her all hot and bothered with a hot massage. Then she would get really horny. I would tease her by delaying the fuck and she’d begged me for cock. Lots of good practice.” He paused, then said, "Time to flip over.”
When I am on my back he says, “Ahh, looks like Bobbie has a stiffie."
We laugh as Les pours more oil on his palms and starts again at my feet, moving upwards. He is on his knees on the side of the bed, paying attention to my upper thighs, abdomen, chest and shoulders. Then he crawls on top of me and I hug him. I caress his back and ass as he rolls all over me, getting himself oiled up from my slick body.
Soon he is slipping and sliding on me. Hot damn, it feels good. He kneels between my legs and wraps his hands around his cock and mine. I slide in and out of his fists and it feels like a fresh pussy!
I am excited and close to cumming. Les must sense this because he suddenly separates from me. With one of the towels he wipes the oil from my cock and balls. Then he is back between my legs and his mouth engulfs my rigid cock. He fondles my nut sack while his head bobs up and down. His tongue works on my hood inside his hot mouth and all too soon the pressure in my groin bursts forth. I raise my hips and cum squirts into his thirsty mouth and down his throat. It feels wonderful and he keeps sucking until my nuts are drained and my cock goes limp.
“So, how was your treat?" he asks.
"Damn wonderful." I manage.
