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Mixing Business and Pleasure 02
For a number of years, I did a lot of travelling for work. Projects could last from a few months to several years, and conferences and business development also took me out of town. I decided early on in my career that business should be balanced against pleasure, and that while out of town for work meant long days it could also mean long nights. Nights jerking off to a laptop screen or an iPhone screen, and as often as possible sucking off as many guys as I could manage. Here are some memories of mixing business and pleasure.
A lot of people talk about the glamour of business travel. In my experience this impression is held by people who have never travelled for business. Not that there aren't opportunities for fun, but you have to have a secondary focus on looking for those opportunities and planning on how to make them real.
As a dedicated cock hound, I'm always in stealth cruise mode (as a minimum) when travelling for work. It starts with planning where to stay. For conferences there is often a host hotel. If so, I always check that it is in good proximity (or with good access) to downtown and the nightlife. I also request a room as far away from the elevators as possible – providing access to stairwells for stealthy access to the room. I also check out the gym facilities and proximity to other hotels. Public play in the gym or visiting adjacent hotels are lots of fun.
Checking reviews on cock hound website and apps is also good. Current activity is good as are warnings. But enough of the bullshit – let's get to the fun.
The conference I was attending was a Sunday to Wednesday event with a Trade Show on Tuesday, followed by a big banquet Tuesday night. I flew in Saturday to avoid some of the jet lag for the start of the conference, and because why not. Saturday nights are fun, Sunday nights not so much.
I had set up some feelers before leaving home and checked progress on my way to the airport. A bit of activity, but it was still early. Cruising the airport can be fun too, but it was quiet for this early Saturday flight.
Arriving at the hotel I was horny as hell and ready to go. My room was at the far end of the 4th floor corridor, right next to the stairs – just as I had asked. Changing out of travel clothes and into jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers, I grabbed my jacket and headed out of my room. Taking the stairs down I stopped at the Conference Floor and found that the men's washroom was very close to the stairs. Very convenient, and if it was a cruisy as reported could be a fun spot to play.
I headed down to the mezzanine level, past some of the breakout rooms and then out the lobby into the cool, but very pleasant afternoon. I had mapped out my afternoon on the plane, a combination of porn shops, a cruisy park and a few downtown washrooms that may or may not be busy on a Saturday, but that I would scope out for later in the week. Whenever possible I added a day or two to my conferences to check out the natives in the weekday environment, which usually translated into "new meat fun."
The first two stops were definitely better weekday spots, and almost deserted on a Saturday. The next was a hotel just a few blocks away. Hopefully different conference and different horny guys looking for some action just like me. I headed to the listed washroom on the mezzanine level, and as I stepped in could hear some rustling and then quiet. Bingo.
Walking past the sinks, turning right in front of the stalls, then turning right again to the urinals backing on the sink wall, there were three guys standing at the urinals pretending to be there for a piss. Whoever designed this layout must have been a cock sucker as it was ideal to play around yet get back into standard position before anyone could see you.
Stepping into the vacant space between two of the guys, I opened my jeans and pulled out my cock. Knowing what the score was, or hoping I did, I wasn't all the way to the porcelain but back far enough to be on obvious show. I stroked my cock a few times and then glanced left and right for some hand motion. The guy on my left was already stroking, and the guy on my right rocked back on his heels to show me his hard cock. Gotta love horny guys – no subtlety. I loudly licked my lips. I was looking at the face of the guy with the hard cock, and when he turned to look at me the horny look turned to a dirty smile.
Not wanting to waste too much time, I reached out and ran the back of my hand down his forearm. I stopped at his wrist and applied a bit of pressure. He pulled his hand away giving me good access to his hard, and I could now see, dripping cock. If he was this open the other two guys were here for the same thing.
I stepped back a bit and turned to my new friend, who I'll call Red, for obvious reasons. His thick cock curved up and pointed right at my mouth as I sank to my knees. He turned to meet me, and my lips made contact with his cock just as my knee touched the floor. The precum coating the underside of his cock was sweet and slick and I tongued it as I took his cock in my mouth.
From the shadows it looked like Red was reaching over the stroke the other guy's cock. Denim, from head to toe, stepped forward almost pressing against my shoulder to get in on the action.
After a few deep strokes on Red's cock I pulled back and turned my head, and there was Denim's cock just above my shoulder in Red's hand. I stuck my tongue out to taste his precum. Slight gingery taste, which made my taste buds sing.
I swung back a bit so that both cocks could get closer to my mouth, and sucked Denim's cock too. Red's hand encouraged me to suck Denim's cock as the two guys watched me in action.
Sounds of shoes told me that Desi had moved closer to watch what was going on. Not wanting him to feel left out I reached a hand over my shoulder, motioning him to come closer and let me stroke his cock. He stepped closer and I could feel his rock-hard cock slip into my hand. His cock was dry but on fire. The skin was hot, sliding over the hot, engorged muscle underneath. He either didn't generate as much precum or he hadn't been here as long as Red and Denim.
I moved back a little more, trying to get the three guys hip to hip with all three cocks pointed at me. Once they took the hint, I used both hands and my mouth to work all three at the same time. Every few strokes I rotated, moving back and forth between their three very different cocks.
Knowing that these scenes don't last a long time I was just getting ready when Desi shoved his whole cock in my mouth, grabbed my hair and shot his cum in my mouth. His cum tasted of cloves and spice along with the usual awesome taste of cum. He pumped four or five nice loads into my mouth and then let out a big sigh. He obviously was closer to the edge than I had realized.
The smell of cum started to permeate the air, which made Demin's cock start to swell.
I moved off Desi's cock and wrapped my lips around Denim's cockhead just as the first spurt rocketed out and mixed in with Desi's. He shot several loads of hot sperm into my mouth, and I swallowed hard to keep up with the heady mixture of loads. Denim's cock became instantly sensitive and he pulled out almost before the last spurt was shot. I went back to Desi's cock and tongued both loads all over his cock.
Red's cock was hard in my hand, and after a few more strokes on Desi's cock I turned and deep throated Red's hot, pulsing cock.
"Show me your cum load," Denim almost demanded of Red. He obviously wanted to see Red fill my mouth.
I pulled back and tilted my head so all three of them could watch Red shoot all over my face, although hopefully mainly in my mouth.
I stroked Red's wet cock and could see the head swell as his thighs started to tremble.
The first salvo hit my forehead and cheek, ending at the corner of my mouth. The second and third went directly into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around his cock head for the last few spurts.
Desi moved forward to wipe Red's cum towards my mouth. I turned to lick the load off his cock much to the enjoyment of all involved.
I got a few more strokes on each cock, to make sure they were all well cleaned, before they packed their cocks back into their pants and headed out.
I'd definitely have to remember this spot.