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Cross-dress dreams come true.

Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Anal, First Time, Gay Male, Author: dlcalguy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

A seductive CD fulfills some of my secret fantasies. And I bring him pleasure into the bargain. Jeez, you bust your ass all year to be among the top sales people so you can get invited to the annual conference. Supposed to be in Hawaii or Vegas or somewhere exciting. And what happens? The company needs to save some money and holds it in the city where it's based. Cincinnati. For fuck's sake. I nearly didn't bother but there'd been some lay-offs already this year, so I decided I should go. You have to network. My wife begged off AND gave me shit that we weren't going somewhere nice. I promised her a trip somewhere when I got back. So I left her in Houston and went to the conference alone. I wasn't feeling it. I'd lost my company-man enthusiasm. On the first day, I sat at the back of the auditorium for the rah-rah inspirational bollocks coming from the speakers up front. Responding to one particular bullshit statement I shook my head, rolled my eyes and groaned. I heard a chuckle from the guy sitting next to me and looked over. We exchanged 'can you believe this shit' expressions. And then we started a running commentary of snide remarks about the speaker. Making each other laugh. A couple of guys turned around, shushing us. We shut up. It isn't smart to disrespect the management in a struggling company. But when the current speaker finished and before the next one started I looked over at my co-conspirator, lifted my eyebrows as a question and nodded my head towards the door. ... He smiled, nodded and stood. We slipped quietly out of the auditorium and headed for the bar. We introduced ourselves as we walked. "Hi, I'm Roger" I told him. "Martin. Pleased to meet you." It wasn't exactly necessary, we were wearing those lame 'Hello I'm...' badges that conference wearers are given. I noticed several more in the bar. So we weren't the only fugitives from bullshit. I started in on a diatribe about having to come to Cincinnati, but before I could get up a real head of steam he stopped me. "Think you have it bad? I live here!" Well, shit! At least he stopped me before I completely embarrassed myself by trashing his home town. I sympathized: "Damn, you don't even get to travel somewhere at all." "I don't even get to stay in a hotel! Locals just have to commute. Cheap bastards!" We'd begun to get a bit loud and I noticed a few disapproving looks. "The Thought Police are in here. We'd better shut up." I said. "Fuck that, come to my place and we can get properly relaxed and be completely frank about our thoughts." I agreed and we went down to the garage and he drove us to his home. It wasn't far, but by the time we got there we'd pretty much covered all the complaints we had about our employer. So we got inside and he went and got us a couple of beers. And then we sat down and looked at each other in an embarrassed silence. "So what else shall we talk about?" he asked. "Sports?" "In Cincinnati? I might slit my throat." We just chit-chatted for a while. He was a ...