Page 43 of Greedy Grizzly
After a company-hosted dinner party, I made my move in the men’s bathroom at the hotel.
Barnaby entered the lavatory after me. We nodded to each other. He checked himself in the mirror, then selected the urinal next to me. Casually, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his dick, and held it out for a long moment. Sort of like he wanted me to steal a glance at his prized award.
And so I did. “Wow, that’s a very well hung dick, Barney.”
He cut his gaze at me. “It’s Barnaby, Mr. Hamilton,” he said in that sexy as fuck British accent, then proceeded to stroke his cock into an iron rod.
“Please, Barney. Call me Toby.” I preferred to call him Barney. Barn-a-by didn’t flow as nicely off my tongue. And since I always had to be the alpha in every situation, Barney was what I’d call him.
“And you can—” His cellphone interrupted him, ringing from the inside pocket of his black tuxedo coat. He held up his free hand to have me hold on. “Hello, darling. How are you doing in sunny California?”
I tilted my head, wondering who darling was. I could faintly hear a feminine voice from his device. Maybe it was his mother.Sister. Hair stylist. He had a perfectly styled quiff cut. Not a single hair was out of place. How I would love to thread my fingers through it and mess it up.
Feeling awkward just standing there with my junk hanging out, I shook off and put my dick back in my trousers. One of us needed to look presentable, then I went to wash my hands.
And Barney stood there exposed with his erection taunting me.
And so I did what I always did—I took matters into my own hands. Er, rather, mouth. I went to Barney, grabbed his dick, firmly yet gently and guided him into the farthest stall. He moved right along with me. I pushed him against the wall, which he didn’t object to, and gave him a blow job while on the phone with someone he called darling.
I had to hand it to him, he remained calm and collected, but when he blew his load into my mouth, I almost passed out. He just kept coming and coming and coming. The man had turned into a geyser when his release hit.
We both gasped for air with smiles on our faces.
“You are magnificent, Toby.” He caressed my cheek as he stared down at me.
“So are you, Barney.” I wiped a bit of his cum off the corner of my mouth with my finger.
“Let me.” He took my digit and sucked his cream off it. “Yum.”
“So, who is darling?” I asked, putting his deflated cock back into his pants, and standing up. The tile floors were not kind to my knees.
“My wife.” He pushed me against the wall, and kissed me. “Nobody can ever know about this, about us.”
“You’re married?” Now, I was the one deflating.
Normally, I had a boy toy in every place I worked, someone I could depend on at all hours of the night for a booty call. Ithought Barney was going to be the one to fill the position for my six month stint in the UK.
“Yes, and happily. I don’t want to ruin my relationship with my wife. We have two young kids. I love my life, Toby. If you breathe a word of this, I’ll fire you.”
“I won’t say anything.” I wasn’t the sort of guy who destroyed families. Maybe I shouldn’t start anything with Barney now that I knew he had a wife and kids. Didn’t I have a moral obligation to walk away?
Then again, why should I care if he didn’t? Perhaps Barney, was gay and had hidden it from the people in his life.
“She’s gone on business until next weekend,” he said in a tempting voice.
“So?” I shrugged like I didn’t care. I did and I didn’t. Barney was an adult. He knew what he was doing. I should have no qualms about having a fling with a married man, if that was what he wanted.
“So, I take my lunch every day at one o’clock. Nobody bothers me for an entire hour.”
Well, okay then. Clearly he wanted more of me. Perhaps I had found my boy toy after all. And the best part. I didn’t need to worry about him falling in love with me, because he was happily married.
The following week, I had lunch with Barney every day. For a happily married man who wanted to stay married, he sure liked to be fucked in the ass. It couldn’t get any better or easier than that.
After Barney’s wife returned from California, I continued to have lunch with him. What could I say? I fucking loved to fuck. And Barney liked to suck dick, so I was down with our arrangement.
As the weeks went on, things got boring. Barney and I never went out after work. He never came to my hotel room. We didn’t do anything but fuck in his office.
I was losing my zest for him, which was why I was sitting at the bar in a local pub. The thrill had fizzled out. It sucked because I had four more months to complete my work contract.
