After I returned from my trip, Sam and I settled into a routine where we met every evening after work and ended up spending the night at either his house or my house. I looked forward to spending time with him and finally curling up with his gorilla body every night. Our bond grew more and more and our sexual escapades expanded.
Sam’s construction business started to take off and he had hired a couple of men to work for him. The Chamber of Commerce in our town organized an evening trade show open to the general public where local businesses could set up display tables and meet and greet potential customers. The show was to be held at a local hotel and I had already signed my consultancy service up and Sam agreed he would like to have a display for his company.
We worked together on our displays and presentation materials and since I had a couple of very large flat computer screens we made slide show presentations that could run in the background. It was a great experience to collaborate with him on this and we learned a lot about each other’s technical competence outside of the sexual arena.
We had agreed to drive together and when he came out of his house wearing a suit and tie and black Italian leather shoes, I almost creamed in my pants. He had put gel in his hair and trimmed his beard and looked fucking hot. He had also applied some nice, masculine cologne and smelled great. I looked directly into his steel blue eyes, shook his hand, pulled him in for a hug and said, “Looking good old man.”
He playfully responded, “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”
My attention was more on him than on my driving, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I reached over and cupped his firm package through the thin suit material and felt the heat emanating from his cock and balls. At the stop lights, I leaned over and kissed him. He massaged my package as we drove along and if we had not been pressed for time, I would have pulled off the road and jumped him.
Our tables at the trade show were across from each other so I could enjoy looking at him when I didn’t have any visitors. Sam’s table was very popular and he spent a lot of time talking with potential clients. It turned out that Sam was quite the charmer and there were a lot of women dropping by to flirt with him and I even overheard a couple of them offer to give him their telephone number. Whenever there was a lull in visitors, he would look over at me, put his hand in his trouser pocket, rub his dick and wink at me—my dick chubbed up every time and my boxer briefs were damp with precum. At one point, when I had his attention, I opened my coat and flashed the lump in my trousers to him. I could see that his bulge was also growing.