Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2006 08:40:07 -0800
From: Hondo <alexh2@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: The Business Flight - Chapter 2

     I got out of the shower still trying to sort out my feelings. A few
hours ago I had been given, and had enjoyed, a blow job from another man.
Now I was preparing to meet that man in a hotel bar. I'm 56 years old and a
few hours from my first gay experience. What the hell was going on? What
was I feeling? I knew that a part of me was excited, but I also knew that
the part of me that wasn't excited was scared shitless. As I got dressed I
thought about Rick, his sun streaked surfer hair, his bright blue eyes, and
the fact that he was about half my age. I looked in the mirror remembering
that he had called me hot. It had been a lot of years since any one had
used that term with me. The man who looked back at me in the mirror was
fairly well preserved I had to admit. Broad shoulders and a thick chest
left from my days as a scholarship college football player, the waist a
little thicker, but held somewhat in place by a daily workout routine. I
still had a full head of hair with only a little gray at the temples. I
guess I looked okay, but hot, I didn't think so. I was still not sure if I
would make the arranged meeting at the Hilton bar at 8:00. I finished
dressing, went downstairs and hailed a cab.
     As the cab pulled up in front of the Hilton, I resisted the impulse to
tell the driver to turn back around. I paid him and walked into the lobby
of the hotel. The bar was off to the left and again I hesitated. One deep
breath and I walked into the bar. My eyes took a minute to adjust to the
light. I scanned the dark interior. Maybe he didn't come, I suddenly
thought. Maybe this was just a joke on an old man. Then I saw him. He was
sitting at a corner booth and when he caught my eye he waved me over. As I
approached the booth I could see that great smile.
     "Hi, I glad you decided to come. By the way I guess we haven't really
been introduced, I'm Rick," he laughed almost shyly.
     "Hi, I'm Jim," I took the proffered hand.
     "Well then, now that we know each other, won't you sit down," there
was that contagious smile.
     "Don't mind if I do," I returned the smile and slid into the booth.
Rick slid in the opposite side but slid across so we were only a few inches
apart. He leaned toward me.
     "Did you enjoy our time on the plane?" he asked.
     "Yes," I admitted.
     "Would you like more?" his hand moved onto my thigh.
     I flinched and pulled my leg away slightly, but I answered, "Yes," I
could feel my cock hardening in my pants.
     His hand followed my thigh and the next time he touched me I didn't
move, he squeezed my thigh and moved a little higher, "Me too," he
whispered. The hand moved even higher. "You are really hot."
     I looked at him and laughed, "That's the second time that term has
been used to describe me I think in my life and both times its been you.
You may be a minority of one."
     "That's okay, I'm the one that matters," his hand now moved to my semi-
hard cock. He squeezed me through my pants. I flinched again. "Relax Jim,
relax and enjoy."
     "But, not here," I looked around the room anxiously.
     "No one can see, the table cloth hides everything."
     I realized he was right. I also realized that I didn't really want him
to remove his hand anyway. My cock was now rock hard and straining against
my jockey underwear and pants.
     "You have a gorgeous cock Jim."
     "Thanks," I could barely choke out the word.
     "May I take your order?" a waiter stood in front of us.
     I tried to move away a little, but Rick held me fast and continued to
massage my cock.
     "I...mmm...I," I stammered trying to keep my composure.
     "We will have two scotch and waters," Rick interjected saving me while
all the time continuing to caress my hard rod.
     "Two scotch and waters coming up," the waiter smiled and left.
     Suddenly Rick's hand left my cock. "Do you want me to stop?" he
teased.
     "Ah...no...no I don't," I admitted.
     His hand returned and this time he started stroking up and down.
     "Ahhh," I couldn't help it, a small moan of pleasure escaped my lips.
     Now the hand was stroking faster and gripping me tighter through the
material.
     "Oh God, please I'm going to..."
     "Here we go, two scotch and waters," I hadn't even noticed the
approach of the waiter.
     Again Rick saved me, "thank you very much, we'll run a tab," he said
matter-of-factly as he continued his manipulation of my cock.
     "Yes sir, enjoy," the waiter was gone.
     Now Rick's hand moved even faster under the table, stroking the length
of my cock tightening his grip so the friction increased as his fingers
moved over the blood engorged head of my penis.
     "Oh my God, oh fuck, Rick, oh yeah, I'm going to.fuckkkk!" it was a
loud whisper as I felt my cock explode inside my pants, my cum flooded my
underwear and soaked the front of my slacks. "Oh Jesus," I panted keeping
my voice as low as I could. "Fuck," looking at the large wet stain that
covered the front of my slacks, "now what am I going to do?"
     Rick laughed softly, "Well, we could stay here until it dries, but I
don't want to get that drunk. How about this? Oh shoot!" he exclaimed as he
pretended to mistakenly knock my drink into my lap drenching my crotch area.
"Oh, I'm so clumsy. I'm so sorry Mr. Rainey. What can I do?" He was talking
loud enough to draw attention to us and the people around us saw what had
happened.
     I quickly caught on and played along. "That's ok Mr. Jones, accidents
happen," I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. After cleaning up as
best I could I returned to the table. As I came out of the restroom I
noticed that the booth was empty. I looked around the bar trying not to
appear frantic. Just then our waiter approached.
     "The young man at the table was very embarrassed, he explained that
this was a business meeting and he was afraid he had blown his
presentation. He told me to give you this with his apologies." He handed me
an envelope and walked away.
     I left the bar and stopped in the lobby I opened the envelope. There
was a hotel card key and a note. I smiled as I read: "Hope you enjoyed our
short time together hope to see you REAL soon." it was signed Rick. The card
key was to a room in the Ambassador Hotel. I went outside to hail a cab.