Im not telling you about my situation for pity. Instead, I want to give you a better of my mindset. Last Friday (after over 10 years) I closed my business. Yep, another casualty of the recession. Maybe "business" makes it sound grander then it really was. I had a small studio/gallery space in one of those expensive coastal towns.
Honestly, Im not sure if Im happy or sad about it. I loved being my own boss and making my own hours. But, I was not as happy with my craft. When I quit college I was convinced I would spend my career creating great art. Now that Im 37, Im looking back on a career that consisted mainly of selling expensive metal wall sculptures to housewives with 6,000 sf homes in need of art. I truly felt I "prostituted" myself the day I agreed to paint a work to match the colors in a customers great room.
How to commemorate the closing of this chapter of my life? I always liked when clients took me to one of the fancy hotel resorts along the beach. Since that wasnt happening again any time soon, I thought Id splurge and treat myself to dinner and one night at a new resort that just opened a few months ago.
After some mild embarrassment when I pulled up to the valet station in my trusty old pick-up (great for delivering my art), I checked in, dropped my bag in my room, made my way to the grill room, and found a seat at the bar overlooking the ocean. Honestly, I wasnt looking for any action tonight. Thats not to say I couldnt get some if I wanted to. If nothing else, the slow economy allowed me much more time at the gym. Over the past six months Ive had a total of two sales but Ive dropped 35 lbs from my 62 frame, taking me down to a very nice 180 lbs. Without any trace of gut, I now wear those low rise jeans that really accentuate my substantial bulge. Not to brag, but Im easy on the eyes: wavy blond hair, nice tan, great smile, hairy 42 chest, 31 waist, and beautiful cock thats 8.5 hard.
But, tonight I was just lost in thought about what I would do next with my life. Well, I was lost in thought until I hear, Hello, Im Parker.
Somewhat startled I looked up to see that someone had sat down next to me. This was kind of odd considering there were not many people in the bar. But, the salesman in me quickly took over and I said, Hello Parker, pleased to meet you, Im Ray.
Parker looked to be about 25 or so. Very clean cut, a full head of very neat brown hair, what you might call "corn fed". The polo shirt and Dockers completed the look. He was about my height but much larger than me, probably 260 - 270. Thats not to say fat; he looked like a college football player. Maybe a little soft in the middle but I could still see a great chest and arms through his polo shirt. A quick check of his left hand showed that he was married.
Hmm I thought, This could be interesting. Ive always liked many different types of guys but I always had an extra soft spot for married guys. Yes, I know, its wrong to be the other man but sex with married guys is just too hot. Married guys have an extra level of intensity and are always eager to please. The fact that I was on my second dirty martini probably didnt hurt either.
Ive been in downtown all week on business, leaving tomorrow, he continued, Client dinners all week. Thankfully theres nothing on the calendar tonight! I wanted to see the ocean before I left, so here I am.
Im a local, but I agree, seeing the ocean is never bad.
So, what do you do? he asked.
Im thinking hes a bit forward. I really didnt want to rehash the closing of my business with a stranger, so I responded Im self employed.
Oh really, must be nice he continued, Whats a typical week like for you?
Without revealing my secrets, I said, Not too many customers lately, so Ive been spending a lot of time at the gym.
I can tell he said with a mischievous grin, I bet you look even better in a bathing suit.
He definitely caught me off guard and I could see that was blushing. Thankfully the bartender walked over and said, Gentlemen, can I get you anything?
Before I could respond Parker said, Ill have whatever hes having and hell have another.
Two is usually my limit, and I tried to protest, Thanks, but Im good
Oh just enjoy yourself, its Friday night. Anyway, where do you have to be tomorrow Mr. Self Employed? he responded.
He was right, no where. And I was staying here, so why not. Even with his forward nature (which I was kind of liking), I was feeling somewhat aroused.
Our drinks arrived and we made some mindless conversation. Father-in-law's business...very lucrative...Kansas City...lots of business travel...college football. He downed the first one like it was water, ordered a second one and took care of it in similar fashion. In my experience thats pretty typical of married guys. They need the liquid courage before they admit to liking cock.
After sucking the last drops from the glass, he said, I dont mean to be rude, but lets get down to business. I want to fuck you.
Business? I was torn between telling him to fuck off or telling him sounds good, I have a room.
Predictably, before I could think, I said, sounds good, I have a room.
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