Taking the Plunge

The taste of Paul’s cum as it exploded from his cock into my mouth was intoxicating. I enjoyed the feel of his thick shaft throbbing in my hand and mouth as cum pumped from it. When he finished spurting cum I licked and sucked the head of his cock to get the last morsel before letting it slip from between my lips. I lay my head on Paul’s hard abdomen and kissed the head of his cock as I slowly stroked it’s semi- hardness. As I lay there catching my breath; watching the last milky bead of cum leak out of his beautiful cock I smiled. Six days ago I could not have imagined I would be laying here like this holding my friend’s cock. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be sucking Paul’s cock and swallowing his cum. Ever! Much less for a week straight.

This was the last night Paul and I would be out of town on this job. We had been sleeping together and having sex all week. I wondered just how different things would be once we got back home. I had a wife I loved waiting there and I was feeling guilty about cheating on her. On the other hand I knew I wanted to continue to have sex with Paul. It was a situation I never thought I would be in.

My mind flashed back to last Friday when my boss told Paul and me that we would be working out of town the following week. He had taken a job at an airport in a town several hours away and it would last a week, maybe 10 days. He expected us to drive up there Sunday, meet with the project manager on Monday and stay until the job was complete. The boss gave me the reservation information for the hotel he had booked us and a credit card for the room, gas and meals.

Working out of town was nothing out of the ordinary for the job, but it would be the first time Paul and I worked together out of town. We had been working companions for over a year but for one reason or another we had never been paired together when out of town work was scheduled. We had never really hung out together either. I was married and he single so our lifestyles didn’t mesh very well. He was a fun guy though and was quite the character at the company picnic this past September. Everybody liked him. The women seemed to love him.

I took a company truck home with me Friday and picked Paul up Sunday morning for our trip to the job site. Paul and I got along great. We had good conversation on our trip and the miles rolled by quickly. We arrived at our hotel around 7 pm. We checked in and found our room on the fourth floor. It was pretty nice with two Queen beds and a huge walk-in shower in the bathroom. There was a coffee maker and small fridge. It would be perfect. It even had a small balcony with a view of the mountains in the distance. It would be a nice place to relax and have a beer after working 10 hour days.

We settled in and took showers before heading down stairs to find some food. The hotel restaurant was still open so we decided to eat there. Besides, neither one of us wanted to drive anywhere after a day on the road. The food in the hotel restaurant turned out to be very good.

On our way out of the restaurant Paul suggested we get a couple beers in the lounge before heading back upstairs. That sounded good to me so we found ourselves standing at a crowded bar trying to place our order. A cute waitress laid her hand softly on my arm and asked if we wanted to sit at a table. She had one open if we wanted it. I told her to lead on.

Nodding to Paul I followed her to the table. She had a beautiful ass wrapped in a tight black skirt that drew my attention as she walked ahead of us. Although I had never cheated on my wife I did enjoy looking and fantasizing. We sat down at the table and she leaned down to take our drink order.

Her ass was nice, but the cleavage she exposed as she bent at the waist was magnificent. I felt my dick stir in my pants. I had a hard time concentrating on ordering my beer. Her name was Amy and her smile was very warm. When she left to fill our order I noticed the place was filling up fast. When Amy brought our beers I asked her what was up with the crowd on a Sunday night.

“Oh, the band tonight is really good. They always pack em in when they play here. Are you guys from out of town?”

“Yes we are. We’ll be here all week working out at the airport.”

“Well good. I hope to see you in here often then.” She turned and walked toward the bar.

My eyes followed her swaying ass. I loved her walk away.

Paul looked at me and smiled. “You hound dog you. Were you hitting on our waitress?”

“Not really, but she sure has a fine ass don’t you think?” I changed positions to relive the pressure my growing dick was creating between my legs.

“Hell yeah. Hey Tom, if you want to hit on some strange it’s none of my business. With all these fine young women I see in here I think there’s a possibility we just might get lucky tonight if we want. How about it? You up for something new to spice up your sex life?”

I thought about what he was saying. I had been married to Marge for a decade and the sex had become pretty stale after the first couple of years. The zest had faded away. We still had great sex, but the frequency had dropped to once or twice a month over the years. I had not thought about cheating on her, ever, but the vibe in the lounge was intoxicating.

“Maybe just a little flirting wouldn’t hurt, but that’s as far I am willing to go. If you want to try and score we can work something out with the room. She just can’t stay all night. Okay?”

Paul agreed and we had a couple more beers. We ended up dancing with several ladies but none seemed interested in joining us. It was very arousing flirting and dancing with strange women. My dick was semi hard the whole evening. It got especially hard when I got Amy the waitress to dance with me. We danced to a rocker and before we left the dance floor the band started playing a slow tune.

I talked her into dancing to that too. I know she could feel my hardness pressing against her belly as we danced. I asked her to join us for a drink after she got off work. She was polite in her refusal, but refuse she did. I was secretly relived when she told me, “No, I really can’t. Besides, I don’t think my boyfriend would approve.”

Paul wasn’t having any luck scoring so about eleven o’clock we decided to call it a night and went up to our room. I went in the bathroom to relieve myself and change for bed. When I came out I was stunned by what I saw.

Paul was laying on his bed naked watching a porn flick. He was idly stroking his hard dick. The head was swollen and a deep purple color. I stopped dead still in the bathroom doorway. The actors on the TV were engaged in full on hot sex.