Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2015 13:16:39 -0700
From: Chad <azcumslut404@gmail.com>
Subject: THE CONFERENCE - A CHAD ADVENTURE (PART 2 OF 3)

THE CONFERENCE – A CHAD ADVENTURE (PART 2 of 3)
By Chad
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On Monday morning, I woke exhausted and sore.  Sore, obviously, because of
the big cock that had used my hole and exhausted, well, really for the same
reason.  I needed more sleep for my body to recover, but I couldn't lay
around all day, the bank had sent me to this conference so I felt obligated
to go to each session.  I hadn't requested a wake-up call and the alarm on
my phone hadn't gone off, it was the sun rising over Lake Michigan that had
woken me since I hadn't closed the curtains before I'd fallen asleep.
Since it was early and I had a couple of hours before the first session at
8 am, I decided to go for a run along the lake.  I put on my running
shorts, a t-shirt and my running shoes and went down to the lobby.  When I
stepped outside, I was hit with, what felt like, a wall of water.  I knew
Chicago got humid but it hadn't been as humid the day before.  After just a
short distance, I was sweating, so I took off my t-shirt and stuck it in
the back of my running shorts.

The path along the lake was full of other runners and people on bicycles
and skates.  At this hour it was almost completely people who ran, biked or
skated as part of their regular routine.  There were men and women who were
lean from long distance running all the way to muscle heads who used the
path for their cardio.  The sights were worth the early morning run.  As
men came toward me, I would be checking out was swinging in the front of
their shorts.  Almost every man was shirtless and the women were in sports
bras.  Hard, defined pecs weren't escaping my eyes either.  I'm glad the
shorts I had chosen had good support or my cock would be sticking out.

Just as I was checking out the guys who were running toward me, some of
them were obviously checking me out as well.  Some of the guys that were
passing me would glance back over their shoulders.  I was enjoying the
attention as well as enjoying what I was seeing.

After 20 minutes, I turned to return to the hotel.  I usually run for at
least an hour but I needed to get ready and get something to eat before
going to my first session.  I started to notice runners going into, or
coming out, of bushes that were occasionally along the path.  One runner
who passed me, looked back at me several times before stopping a ways ahead
of me.  He kept his eyes on me as I got closer while he stretched.  Just as
I was getting close, he grabbed the bulge in his shorts and started to walk
into the overgrowth.  When I passed and looked back, he was still watching
me with a look of disappointment on his face.  As much as I wanted to stop
and play, the combination of my sense of obligation to make the first
session, plus my sore ass, held me back even though I did take it as a
compliment.

I was covered in sweat when I entered the lobby which caused me to shivere
from the air conditioning.  Several hot men were in the lobby.  Some were
in business attire while others looked like they were getting ready to go
sightseeing.

As I got on the elevator, another man got in.  He looked to be about my
age.  He had wavy black hair that he had sculpted to have just a little
upward point at the front while the rest had the same kind of messy look
that I like to do.  He was maybe 3 inches taller than my 5'10" and I
guessed about 190 pounds.  He was wearing a blue suit but had the jacket
over his arm.  His dress shirt was bright white.  Since I had gotten on
first I was more toward the back so I could tell that the shirt had been
taken in so that it fit his broad shoulders and narrow waist.  It was one
of those suits that were becoming fashionable, very slim, tight fitting
pants that ended just above, what looked like, a very expensive pair of
shoes that matched his belt.  I could see in the reflection from the
mirrored doors that he was wearing a skinny tie that just accentuated the
size of his pecs.

I don't know if he caught me checking him out in the mirror but he said,
still facing the mirror, "Did you have a good run?"  His voice was deep.

"It's really muggy but the scenery along the lake was great."

"I bet, I would have liked to get in a run but I told a client I'd meet him
for breakfast.  Maybe I'll get one in tonight or tomorrow after my
conference is over."  The door to the elevator opened and he got off
turning toward me, "Have a good one."

The way the suit pants fit him both front and back, how his torso narrowed,
his voice and the cologne he had been wearing got me even hornier than the
run had made me.  When I got back to my room, I showered, shaved, fixed my
hair and got dressed in the black suit I had brought.  I paired it with a
royal blue shirt with French cuffs and a tie that was the same shade of
blue with black and some thin lines of pink.  It was my first expensive
suit and I liked the way I looked and felt when I wore it.  I grabbed my
stuff, put the lanyard with my name tag around my neck, and headed back to
the lobby where I grabbed some juice and a bagel.  While walking through
the many hallways to get to the part of the convention center where the
programs were, I finished eating and drinking.  Luckily when I got to the
right section of the convention center, the organizers had coffee set out,
which I needed badly.

The first two sessions I went to were really good.  I stayed focused on the
topic and not on some of the men that were around me.  After the sessions,
there was a break in the exhibition area where, luckily, there was more
coffee.  I walked around checking out what the vendors had to offer.  I
wasn't really in a position to make a decision about any of the stuff, but
I thought it would be good to learn what was out on the market.  I was so
engrossed in seeing as much as I could that I ran into what felt like a
brick wall.  I stepped back, realizing I had bumped in to someone, someone
hard.  "I'm so sorry."

"No harm, no foul.  You clean up pretty well."  I looked up to the man's
face and realized it was the guy from the elevator but he had his suit
jacket on now.  "So, we must be attending the same conference."  He looked
at my name tag, "Chad."

The smell of the man's cologne got me hard again, I should have beat off in
the shower.  "Yeah, I guess."  I looked at his name tag, "Matt."

Matt took my name tag into his hand, "I've never done business with your
bank, but now that I've seen you it might be worth a visit."  Was the man
flirting with me?

"I'm just one of the worker bees.  I don't make decisions about...what is
it you sell?"  The name of the company on his nametag didn't ring a bell.

"A software platform for all things HR, from worker bees to CEOs.
Everything is stored in a secure cloud, so there is no reason for a server
farm."  I sort of understood what he was talking about, the fact that he
was so close didn't help matters.  "Stop by my booth and I'll tell you more
about it.  You may not be making the decision now but you could be in a few
years.  Might as well start building the relationship now.  Who knows, you
might actually find something else you might like, Chad."  Then he was
gone, lost in the crowd of people moving by the booths.

The next session I went to was good and was followed by a light lunch in
the exhibit hall.  As I walked the aisles of vendors I looked for the one
that Matt would be working.  Just as lunch was ending and it was almost
time for the next session, I found the booth.  Matt was talking to a woman
that seemed more interested in him than in the software.  Matt held up a
finger, the universal sign of `give me a minute'.  After a moment, Matt
told the woman that he needed to speak with me, that I'd been waiting, and
how he hoped to hear from her about a demonstration, and with much
emphasis, `of the software'.  The woman seemed a little put off but she
finally left, telling Matt she would email him soon.

"Thank God you showed up, she was making me crazy.  She wasn't interested
in the software, she was interested in my hardware.  It's a hazard of this
business, I have to make nice if I want to make a sale.  Now you, on the
other hand, I would love to have take a look at my hardware."  He pulled
the side of his suit jacket to the side so that I could see that his
hardware, did in fact, need some attention.

Looking at my watch, "Uhhhh, I have to get to a session."

"You sure?  I thought for sure that the way you were checking me out in the
elevator that you were ready to get on your knees right there.  If I didn't
have to be at the booth when the conference started this morning, I would
have dragged you to my room and don't tell me you wouldn't have come."  The
aisles were emptying out as the other attendees left for sessions.  "It's
pretty boring here when the sessions are going on, I could use the
diversion."  A small, very small, part of me couldn't believe that this
conversation was taking place at a business conference.  "You know that you
want to find out what I have under these suit pants and I'm positive you
are going to like it."  I did find his confidence appealing.  He went
behind the table that was part of his booth and sat down.  He slapped his
hand on the second chair, "Come on and join me for a little while."

The wheels in my head were going round and round: he's hot; the bank is
paying for me to go to sessions; he's really hot; could there be a conflict
of interest; no, my bank doesn't do business with his company; what if the
bank finds out I skipped a session; what does his cock look like; I really
should leave.  Cock won.

I went behind the table, which was covered with a table cloth that went to
the floor that had Matt's company's logo, and sat down.  He must have been
busy while I was debating with myself, because as soon as I sat down, he
grabbed my hand and brought it to his cock, which was sticking out of his
suit pants.  He held his hand over mine and started making small stroking
movements on his cock.  Matt's dick was thick and had a lot of veins with a
large one running along the underside.  As soon as he thought my rhythm was
good enough, he pulled his hand away.  The more I moved my hand the farther
apart the tips of my fingers got.  The crown of his head felt huge as well,
I didn't even try to move my fingers higher.

Occasionally someone would stop at the table, someone else who was also
ditching a session.  Matt would raise his ass from his chair, but not fully
stand so his waist was below the top of the table.  He'd shake their hand
and make small talk while I continued to stroke his cock.  Sometimes the
person would stick out their hand to introduce themselves to me, and since
I was to the left of Matt, I would have to let go of his cock, stand and
shake the person's hand with the one that had just been caressing Matt's
dick.  I would sort of bend a little at the waist so that the person
couldn't see the bulge in my suit trousers.  If the person wanted to know
more about the software, Matt would suggest they come back at a certain
time so that they could have a longer conversation.  While most seemed fine
with the idea, I got that sense that some thought he was blowing them off,
which he was.

Matt was a slow grower but it wasn't too long before the head of his dick
was brushing against the underside of the table.  I got the sense that he
enjoyed the texture against the tip of his cock.  I turned my head to Matt
and asked, "Are we really doing this?"

"Oh yeah, and you'll be doing more in a few minutes."  I think the guy at
the booth next to Matt's had an idea what was going on.  He kept looking
over and I had the sense that he was rubbing what was growing in his pants.
When the traffic had completely come to a halt, Matt moved my hand away
from his cock and struggled to get it back in his pants.  I was sure that
the man in the next booth was watching because he kept looking at us.
Finally, Matt gave up because he just couldn't get it back in his pants.
He took off his suit jacket and put it over his arm, covering his crotch as
he stood up.  "Follow me."

Behind all of the booths were black curtains.  Matt pushed the curtain
aside and we were in a space with curtains on either side.  The aisles were
set up in such a way that booths backed up to other booths but were
separated not only by the curtain but by a narrow space between the
curtains.  It looked like the vendors kept their extra boxes of marketing
materials back there, keeping them out of sight.  Matt threw his suit
jacket on a box of marketing materials and I finally got a look at his
dick.  It was still sticking out of his slacks at an upward angle.  "It's
all yours."

I took off my suit jacket as well, looked around, and then lowered myself
to my knees.  I looked up into Matt's face, "What if someone sees us?"

"My guess is that they are either going to be jealous of me or jealous of
you.  If they're not and they call my company, fuck `em, I won't get in any
trouble.  All I have to say is `anything to land a client' and I will
probably get a pat on the back."  With my fingers now once again wrapped
around the shaft of Matt's dick, I leaned in.  His cock smelled of the
cologne he was wearing.  I guess he proved the theory that dabbing some
cologne by a major pulse point works.

While Matt's dick wasn't anywhere near as large as the man from last night,
it was well above average lengthwise and was exceptionally thick.  Even
though my jaws still hurt, I opened my mouth and but my lips around the
head of Matt's cock.  While his shaft was steel hard, his head was sort of
spongy and I had fun exploring it with my tongue.  Unlike other men who
wanted to blow their nut quickly when being semi-public, Matt didn't seem
to mind.  He seemed to enjoy watching me work.  After thoroughly exploring
the head, I began to take more and more of Matt into my mouth causing him
to purr.

Unlike other men, Matt didn't thrust his hips or pull my head, he just let
me do my thing.  I think he was so confident, he expected me to do all the
work, which at the moment was fine with me.  When I was moving my lips
completely down his shaft and back up, Matt said, "Wish it was you, don't
you?"  I tried pulling off of Matt's cock, but he put his hand on the back
of my head, "Don't stop."  I craned my neck to the side and saw that the
man at the next booth was standing behind me, with his cock out and
stroking it.  "Sorry man, he's all mine, unless you want to work on me."
The man must have communicated something without saying a word because Matt
said, "Cool man, after the booths shut down today, I'll be glad to let you
have a taste."

The sessions must have just finished because I could hear more talking from
the other side of the curtains.  I picked up the pace.  Matt murmured,
"Yeah, bring it home."  I felt Matt start to rock his hips so I knew not
only was time up but he that was ready.  I clamped my lips and pulled back
so only his head was in my mouth and he let loose.  As quietly as possible,
Matt said, "Fuck!"  After feeding me a good sized load, Matt pulled out of
my mouth and took a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped off his
cock.  He was still somewhat hard so he struggled to get his meat back into
his slacks but this time he was successful.  He put his suit jacket back on
and put his hand on my cheek, "Thanks man, how about I join you tomorrow
morning for a run and have some more fun?"  Still on my knees I nodded,
"Cool, meet you in the lobby at 6:30."  He went back out to his booth.

I stood up, rubbed off the knees of my slacks and put my jacket back on.
The guy from the other booth was still there, "You lucky son of a bitch,
I've been trying to get his attention since yesterday."  He then went back
out to his booth.

After I composed myself, I went through the curtains and was standing
behind Matt.  He was talking to one of the conference attendees.  As I
passed by him to get out to the aisle, he looked at me and made a swiping
motion with his index finger on the corner of his mouth.  I did the same
and found a glob of his sperm, I wiped it onto my finger and sucked it off.
Matt gave me a smile as I walked away.

For the next couple of sessions, I tried to stay focused but it was hard, I
could still taste Matt on my tongue.  There was another cocktail reception
in the exhibit hall at the end of the day.  While drinking some generic
white wine again, I walked by Matt's booth hoping he might want to grab
some dinner and have some more fun, but he was surrounded by a group of
both men and women who I was sure had the same idea I did.

After another glass of wine, I went back to my room and decided to order
room service.  While I was waiting, I got out of my suit and took a nice,
hot shower.  A fantasy was running through my head that the room service
attendant would be some hot guy who would throw me down on the bed and have
his way with me.  In anticipation, I wrapped my waist with a towel when
there was a knock on the door and opened it.  The fantasy flew from my
brain, the room service attendant was a middle aged man who could not have
been any more of a queen if he tried, now don't get me wrong, I don't have
any problem with that, but he was not going to meet my need for more cock.
From the way he was acting, I could tell that he was disappointed that I
wasn't the kind of guest that wanted some additional service from him.  I
did, however, take advantage of the situation.  After he had laid out the
food on the small table in my room, I asked him if he had any suggestions
on where I might go that evening.  I told him I was from out of town and
didn't know Chicago that well.

"Well, there's always Boystown, there are a lot of bars there.  It's on
Halsted Street a couple miles North of here."

I had heard about Boystown, I actually had done some research when I knew I
was coming to Chicago, but the impression I got was that it was pretty much
a bunch of bars that while nice; with lots of music, videos, drag shows and
expensive drinks; and would be fun to go to with a group of friends, wasn't
quite what I was looking for and I told him that.

"Well, there is a place called `Big Jim's', it's sort of cruisy but an
older crowd."

"Any other suggestions?"

Throwing a bit of shade, "Honey, if you're looking to get laid for sure, I
have two options.  If you want to have a cocktail and then get laid, try
Manhandlers, it's on Halsted but not as far North as Boystown.  If you're
just looking to have some cock up your ass, and you don't want a cocktail,
go to the Bijou on Wells, with your face and body, you'll be the belle of
the ball."

I gave the man a good tip and thanked him for the information.  Both
options sounded interesting and since I had two nights left before I flew
back to Phoenix, I decided to try both.  A place called Manhandlers sounded
fun, so I decided to go there first.  Since it was still early, I ate the
dinner I ordered, set the alarm on my phone and took a 2 hour nap.  When I
woke up a 9 PM, I felt a lot more refreshed.  I did some primping and
personal hygiene before putting on the sluttier pair of jeans I had brought
with me.  They were actually my favorite pair, I had gotten them while I
was in high school and they were well worn.  They were frayed and had been
worn out, not only on the knees, but on my thighs as well.  The area over
where my cock laid was worn down to just threads.  Just under the back
pocket, on the right, was a rip that was big enough to show the curve of my
ass.

Along with my jeans, I had brought several tank tops, one can never be too
prepared.  Unlike the one I had worn when I did my run in the morning, the
one I chose was cropped a couple inches above my waist and the fabric below
the arm holes was ripped almost to the bottom.  I wasn't sure what Chicago
was like, but I hoped it wasn't too early to be going out.

I grabbed my room key card, my driver's license and a couple of the $100
bills that the man from last night had left me.  I got a lot of stares as I
walked through the lobby and while I was waiting in the cab line, but I
didn't care.  While I didn't know where Manhandlers was, except that it was
on Halsted Street, the cabby knew exactly where it was.  Traffic wasn't
bad, so we got there relatively quickly.  When I handed the cabby a $100
bill for the fare, he said he didn't have change for anything larger than a
$20.  While I was deciding if I was going to let him keep the $100, he
offered another option, he told me if I gave him a blow job we'd be good.
Well, the man was definitely not my type, on many levels, but the only
other option was to take me back to the hotel and not lose as much money,
so blow job it was.  He pushed the shit he had on the passenger seat onto
the car floor, I moved up front and...you can take it from there.
Definitely not satisfying on my part but he seemed happy.

Once I had `paid' for the ride, I went into Manhandlers.  Since it was a
Monday night, I assumed that it wasn't as crowded as it would be on the
weekend, but there were still a lot of men.  Not only a lot of men, but a
lot of the kind of men I like.  While the age range was wide, there were
hot men of all those ages.  My eyes kept wandering around the bar, landing
again and again on men whose cocks I'd like to get to know.  I wormed my
way up to the bar and ordered a Skinny Bitch instead of a Cosmo.  I thought
that vodka and Diet Coke was the better choice under the circumstances.  I
felt a few hands graze my ass as I waited for my drink.  Luckily, the
bartender, who was cute by the way, was able to break a $100.  I was amazed
at how inexpensive the drink was.

Once I had my drink, I started to wander the bar.  When I saw a man that
attracted me, I made sure he noticed me.  The place was really a dive, it
sort of had the vibe of Cheers but with a raunchy factor.  There was an
area behind the bar that was an outdoor patio that was full of smokers.  I
kept wandering, and since I was horny as hell, was brazen enough to feel
men's chests and bulges as I walked by with a smile.

After getting a second drink, I went back outside and went toward the back
of the patio.  There was another area that was covered but still open air.
I continued showing my interest in some of the men by touching them as I
passed by but now I felt hands touching me.  As my eyes adjusted to the low
level of light, I saw that more was going on than I had originally thought.
While there were a lot of shirtless men, there were also men that were
wearing nothing.  This was much different than any of the bars in Phoenix.
I walked by men on their knees feeding off of a cock, sometimes more than
one, while other men watched.

Off to the side I saw a man that was standing alone.  He was tall, maybe
6'4" or 6'5", with a body that was chiseled by hard work, not some machines
or free weights at the gym.  He was shirtless with a pair of jeans that
looked like they would slide off his body, they were so low.  He had a pair
of chunky boots on his feet.  While I couldn't be sure, his skin made me
think he was Latino, Mediterranean or multiracial.  While he was smooth,
his face had a day or two of growth.  His hair was short, not a crew cut,
but something close.  Men would stop as they passed him but he acted as if
they weren't there.  I stood off to the side just watching him.  Every once
in a while he would bring a bottle of beer to his lips and take a swig.  As
I watched, one guy stopped in front of him and obviously was ready to do
anything.  The tall man handed him the bottle of beer he had been drinking
and the other man scurried away.  While a couple of men stopped and tried
to start a conversation with me, I couldn't stop watching the tall man.
The man who had taken the empty beer bottle from the tall man returned with
another bottle.  The tall man took it, took a swig, and acted like the
other man wasn't even there.  Finally the man who had brought the beer
left.  It was at that point that the tall man looked directly at me.  His
eyes locked with mine.  He didn't do anything to indicate that he wanted me
to come over but I was drawn to him.

I don't know why, but as I moved toward the tall man, I pulled the front of
my shirt up and behind my head.  As I got closer, another man stepped up to
him, the tall man never took his eyes off of me.  When the other man got to
close, the tall man put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him to the side.
It was like the tall man was a magnet and was drawing me to him.  When I
was just a few feet from the tall man, his eyes finally left mine and
looked me up and down.  As I stepped even closer, he reached out and
pinched one of my nipples.  I stepped back and he grabbed me with his long
arms and pulled me close, close enough that I could smell him.  He put a
hand behind my head, pulled me closer, lowered his head and put his lips
against mine.  His tongue forced its way between my lips.  I'm not a
kisser, so I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me.  I felt his tongue
spar with mine while one of his hands went down the back of my jeans,
squeezing my ass.

I felt like I had no control.  One of my hands went to his pecs while my
other hand caressed one of his biceps.  The hand that was down my jeans
pulled me forward so that I could feel the bulge in his jeans against my
abs.  He held me so tight I couldn't move.  He finally broke the kiss and
moved my head so that my mouth was at his pecs.  I had no choice, I started
to lick, tasting the salt from his sweat on this humid night.  When my
tongue ran over his nipples he held my head even tighter, I sucked each of
them.

The tall man took one of my hands and forced it down the front of his jeans
until my fingers were against his cock.  At the same time his fingers had
found my asshole and one of them was pushing in.  He pulled my head from
his pecs and brought it to the bicep of his right arm.  I licked it, I
nibbled it, and I rubbed my cheek against it.

With my free hand, I opened the top of his low-rising jeans and pushed them
down.  I didn't care who was watching, I needed to free his cock.  When I
had, he brought my lips back to his, as I did he pushed my jeans down so
that my ass was exposed which was fine with me.

I tried to lower myself to that I could taste his cock but that wasn't his
plan.  He spun me around and rubbed his cock against my ass.  He pushed on
my back until I was bent forward.  He used one of his hands to rub the head
of his cock along my ass crack until I felt his head against my head.  I
couldn't think of anything other than feeling his cock in me.

Several men who were watching what was happening stepped toward me and took
their cocks out.  The tall man pushed them away.  He didn't want another
cock in my mouth.  With one hard push his cock entered me.  He didn't care
how it felt, he was going to drive his cock in as far as he could.  Even
though I groaned, it didn't make a difference, my ass was his.  Since it
was his, he used it.  His thrusts were hard.  If it was causing me pain, he
didn't care, he had one goal and one goal only.  I think he fucked me for
almost 30 minutes while we were watched by a bunch of men who were either
beating their cocks or had them down the throats of other men.  All I could
smell was sex.

When the tall man came, I think it went farther than any man who had filled
my ass before and I ended up shooting my own load on the floor.  His still
hard cock stayed in my ass and he continued to fuck me.  He kept it up
until he came a second time and I did as well.

After the tall man came the second time, he pulled his dick from his ass
and spun me around.  His cum slick cock rubbed against my abs as he pulled
my lips to his again.  His tongue was as aggressive as it was before.  If
his tongue could have cum, I think my throat would have also gotten a load.

When his tongue retracted from my mouth, I stepped back.  He pulled up his
jeans and stuffed his dripping cock back into the denim.  He acted like I
wasn't there.  His eyes were above my head scanning the crowd of men.  I
pulled up my jeans and pulled the front of my tank top from behind my head.
I walked away from the tall man, noticing the glances of the men I passed,
and walked out of the bar and luckily found a cab right away.

With cum seeping out of my ass, I walked into the Hyatt, my only thought
being was that I loved Chicago.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Be Well,

Chad
azcumslut404@gmail.com