Jake cursed as he pulled on his dress pants; he could only just do up the zipper and his big cock and balls bulged obscenely. It had been years since he had last worn those pants and the only other thing he with him was his dirty jeans. His company had sent him on a short training course in Edmonton. It was the first time that he had been in the city and he didnt feel at all comfortable. He felt even more uncomfortable as he walked into the hotel restaurant that evening and he noticed the waiters eyes drop down to his overstuffed crotch. These are the only decent pair of pants Ive got with me. he said. Decent? the waiter chuckled. Mister, you couldnt be more naked if you tried. Can you get me a table in a corner? Jake asked. Where its dark and no one can see me. Follow me. The waiter replied. Jake was shocked that he noticed how the guys little bubble butt bounced up and down when he walked. That would be a damn fine ass on a girl. he told himself, but already there was a little chink in his armor. He could tell right away, from the way the guy looked at him and from the tone of his voice, what this guy was into. Once, long ago, a traveling salesman had passed through his small town and had looked at him that way. Damn! How he wished his wife was here. Anymore they had so little to say to each other but at least she would be a shield to keep him safe. He had never dined out alone before and what the hell was with all the different cutlery? He had no idea what it was all for and had to swallow his pride and ask the waiter. Jake squirmed in his seat as the waiter leaned over his shoulder to show him what each piece of cutlery was for. He had put the memory of that traveling salesman with his slick patter and his persuasive ways to the back of his mind but now, with this long lashed, dark eyed waiter hovering around and paying him special attention he realized just how vulnerable he was. He was lonely. He was bored. He was pushing forty and would never have a thirty inch waist again. There was a time when he could confidently flirt with a pretty girl safe in the knowledge that he was considered quite a catch. But now all of that had gone. He couldnt remember when last a woman had looked at him with interest. And now here was this young guy, maybe twenty four or twenty five, flirting with him. Everything alright over here? the waiter asked some time later. Yes thanks. Jake replied. Nice to see a man with a good healthy appetite. the waiter said. You like that, do you? Jake asked, surprised at the flirting tone of his own voice. Men with great big er appetites. The waiter picked up on it instantly. His eyes dropped down to Jakes crotch and drank in the immense bulge. He could tell that this man was no city dweller; everything about him spoke of a Canada of wide open spaces and a simpler way of being. They sure did breed them fine in the country. Rick couldnt remember when last he had felt so horny, or excited. The way this dudes big cock and fat balls were outlined in his pants was totally lust inducing. He could feel his sensitive, exposed cock head brushing up against the cotton of his underpants and knew he was in serious jeopardy of throwing a boner. Ive not come across a man with a big appetite in a long time. Rick said. Pity youre not a girl. Jake told him. Mister, believe me, if I got hold of that big thing down there you wouldnt be able to tell the difference. You think huh? Jake drawled. He couldnt believe he was doing this, couldnt believe he was talking to a stranger this way, couldnt believe he was flirting with a guy! He felt hot and clammy at the same time, his pulse raced. What the hell was happening to him? One night away from the marital bed and he was falling through the cracks, falling back in time to the excitement he felt on that one crazy night that he thought was safely in the past. My shift gets done at ten. Rick told him. And why are you telling me that? Jake faked nonchalance. This is the bit where you tell me your room number. Rick said. Really? Jake was enjoying the power he had over this horny dude. Just then Rick realized that he was needed over the other side of the room. His eyes pleaded with Jake as he walked away but he got no response. Jake sat and pondered what to do. His head was screaming Fuck! Are you crazy? Dont even go there. But his cock spoke a different language altogether. He could still remember how the salesman drank in every inch of his flesh as he undressed, how his hand had closed around Jakes thick, fleshy cock and how he had praised its beauty, girth and length. And even after all these years he could still remember being gobbled up by that hungry mouth and how those hands had roamed his body, touching him in places he thought a man ought not be touched. And then, oh damn! Suddenly the memory was as fresh as if it had happened yesterday: that hot tongue licking the valley between his cheeks, just about causing him to jump out of his skin each time it skimmed over his asshole. And then, and then, that tongue had punctured his defenses, driving into him, inflaming a lust that he never knew he had until the only cure was to surrender his masculine pride at the alter of one large, rampant and hungry dick. Rick was kept busy by the restaurant supervisor who could see that he was paying a little too much attention to the ruggedly handsome stud in the corner with the too tight pants. There was a time when he had hoped that Rick would pay such attention to him, but the moment had passed, the window of opportunity had closed yet still he delighted in forcing Rick to work the opposite end of the room. Jake was a little confused. A short while ago the handsome waiter had been begging for his room number and now he wouldnt come close. The supervisor would never know that it was he who was responsible for changing Jakes mind. He lingered over his coffee but still the guy wouldnt come near. Suddenly he found his inner hunter; he would have his prey! How dare he tease and wind him up like and then just walk away? Jake got up from his table and walked directly up to Rick. Two oh fifty two. he said. 2052 was the magic bullet. He saw the look in the waiters eye. Jake knew he was as good as roped and tied. Suddenly he felt energized. The city was his friend. He was free from all ties, all moral codes that bound him. This was his one night of freedom away from the marital bed and he was going to use it to recharge his batteries and restock his memories to last him through another twenty years. He went back to his room and stripped down to his underpants and admired his massive bulge in the mirror. Then he poured himself some bourbon and waited for the knock on the door. At five after ten he heard the gentle rap on the door and opened it to find a casually dressed Rick. How did you get changed so fast? he asked. For what youve got in them thar underpants Id have broken the world record, if there was one. Rick said. Jake smiled as he let him into the room. The moment the door was closed Ricks arms closed around Jake and he started kissing the older mans neck. I..I er I dont know if I like all this kissing. Jake said nervously.