It's damn hard to find another guy that is a professional, that is simply curious. Maybe not headed towards bisexual or gay, simply a straight man that wants to see if there's an interest there. Just show up, have a drink. We both know what the meeting is about. No surprises. Kind of, "Do you like me? Do you feel anything sexual towards me?" If not, that's totally cool. Everything doesn't have to be a home run.

I got lucky in the big picture. I was entertaining some guys from the French division of our company. I speak French, Spanish and a bit of Italian. The company sends me to look after these kind of meetings.

There were some meetings in a convention room in a hotel in town and I was largely a translator. We headed for supper then I went upstairs to their rooms. There were 3 of them. These guys were away from home, not driving and in party mode. Two of the guys were dead drunk and left. I was about to leave and the guy said something I wasn't familiar with. The terminology was newer and I didn't get it. He pulled out his phone and searched online. He typed in what he said and showed me the translation. He said he was happily married, straight and never been with a man and looking since he was so far from home his wife would never know. He asked it I knew of anyone. He was tipsy and for sure horny. I said, "Moi" Me, I'm such a man. I've been looking for exactly the same thing. How do I look to you? He smiled and nodded. Very nice, I like.

He looked like the Prime Minister of their country Emmanuel Macron only younger. Quite an attractive guy. Very clean cut, and smelled great. He said, "Now what?" I topped up his glass of wine and we moved to the bed. We just laid on the bed. I indicated We could go fast or slow. He kissed my neck and asked if that was fast or slow. I shrugged my shoulders. Sort of in between and I laughed. Outwardly he was a typical straight man. I thought I would be bold. I undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I pulled my pants and underwear down revealing my firm cock. I thought. What do I have to lose? He opened my shirt and kissed my nipples and kissed his way down across my tummy. He held my cock in his hand as it swelled. He looked up and asked. Horny? I nodded. He smiled. "Moi aussi" That means me too! He started sucking my cock. Lots of tongue and kissing my cock. He kissed the tip with baby kisses by the hole. He puckered over the head. Then long licks up and down the shaft. All I could think was, no way I was going to suck him this good. He looked up and asked, "Good?" I told him yes. He kept going and bobbing now and he knew to keep a steady pace as I was on my way to an orgasm. I told him I was going to cum. I started shooting my load in mouth, Very strong powerful releases like I've never had before. They would have shot a couple feet but instead they were landing in his mouth. When I was done he nuzzled my cock with his face caressing and kissing it. He'd swallowed my man juice already. He kept kissing it like he was making love to it. When he was done he came up to me and kissed my forehead. He said, "That was nice." He told me I tasted just as good as he'd hoped.

He laid back and did the same as me. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down. I swooned. Damn, what a cock. We both only had our pants down to our knees. It was cute. Two business men with their pants at their knees. I tried to do what he did to me but add some things. I started licking his testicles. He moaned in approval. I reached my tongue as far down towards his ass as I could. I took his balls in my mouth and massaged them with sucking motions as I stoked his cock. He was struggling to keep his feet still. Precum drops were dripping out the top like a leaky faucet. I licked them then moved to his face and showed him his pearly drops and painted his lips with them. Then pushed my tongue in his mouth and gave him a sticky cum kiss and kissed his forehead and I went back down and jerked him and sucked him. Alternating. I furiously masturbated him and built him up till I sensed an orgasm and backed down and kissed and sucked his cock like a lollipop, making love to it with my mouth, I kept it up back and forth for about 10 minutes. He was moaning so loud at the end I had to set him free. He came so strongly in my mouth it pinned my tongue down and was hitting the back of my throat almost causing me to gag but not quite. My mouth was totally full of his wonderful warm sticky French cum. I sat up and went to him and we did a fantastic cum kiss. I showed him his sticky goo hanging from my teeth then leaned over and we swapped it around and played with it. We sampled and swallowed it all. Wow. That was great. I was laying there and he was still casually masturbating me. My cum flowed again out the top, this time much weaker. It wasn't shooting but the amount of creamy seed coming out was astounding. It coated his hand and and wrist and dripped onto my pants making a mess.

I texted my wife. I said I'd had one too many and I was sleeping on a pull out sofa.

We stripped and got between the sheets and I spent the night. We mostly felt each other up like school kids and then passed out. I woke up spooned behind him and fucked the crack of his ass and my cock tickled his sack. I came all over his balls and thighs. He did the same thing. We laid around in bed kissing and playing with each others cocks all morning till the bed was uncomfortable with wet cum spots. We missed the morning breakfast snack and ignored calls. We had a shower together then sucked each other some more each having several perfect orgasms. Every time we thought we were done one of us sucked the other. We received great pleasure by fucking each others thighs with the head of our cock hitting the others balls. It was a much as we were prepared to do. Neither of us wanted to go to the next level of anal sex.

Who knows? Maybe I'll visit France someday. He texted me in French saying he loved our night together and maybe sometime if things work out we can do it again? Wow! I'd like that. Maybe I'll go all the way. If I ever do have anal sex, it will only be with him. The thought of him fucking me is kind of hot. Now that he's gone I'm wishing we'd tried. I'm kind of sweet on him and he tastes a little sweet. ;)

It's a good thing that text was in French as my phone was open and the wife saw it. She asked what it meant. I told her one of them had left his briefcase in the convention room. She smiled, "Are you going to deliver it to France?" She laughed and walked away, LOL