He's not as sexually big as Glenn, and nowhere near as good at fucking my face. He's holding the steering wheel tight, and going 'oh god, oh god, oh god' in a most amusing fashion as I take his erection deeper into my mouth and slurp more intensely. So I dip my head down, get it between my lips and began sucking him. He's so breathless as soon as I fumble his cock out I think he's going to cum straight away. So once we get back in his car I reach down and unzip his fly. I've always been the guy who ends up with the cock in my mouth anyway. I think 'what the hell, what's a sympathy blow-job' cost? It's no big deal. But he's polite and respectful, he's treating me to a very pleasant evening, and he's more than a little sad. My companion for the evening then goes into long involved details about the inadequacies of his marriage, about how his wife will never do oral sex, and only does boring straight missionary very infrequently. He picks me up in his car and drives us out to a Bar overlooking the harbor, where - over drinks, he starts into telling me that he knows all about the nature of my relationship with Glenn, that he's bragged and insinuated all the dirty little sex-things I do for him. I'm pleased, flattered and more than a little intrigued. He knows my Boyfriend is out of town, and suggests we meet. Says he's a colleague of my Boyfriend, and yes, I'd encountered him by chance once or twice when I was out with Glenn.
