The Business Trip Suite
I had been working under Alvaro for three months, and every single day was a lesson in restraint. My boss was a specimen of pure masculinity—thirty years old, with piercing green eyes, light brown hair, and a physique sculpted by a disciplined gym routine that stretched the fabric of his tailored shirts. Being single and without family ties, we were the only two in the office with the flexibility to travel on short notice.
When the opportunity for a conference in a neighboring city arose, Alvaro suggested we leave Friday evening to beat the traffic. To save time, he offered to let me wear some of his clothes since we shared a similar build, sparing me a trip back to my apartment. As we drove the three hours in his car, the air between us felt charged, though I kept my desires hidden. Alvaro didn’t know I was gay, or so I thought.
Upon arriving at the hotel at 11:00 PM, we discovered a logistical nightmare: the city was packed for the event, and only one suite remained. To my heart’s pounding excitement, the suite contained only one large bed. When Alvaro asked if I minded sharing, I played it cool, laughing it off as two men simply sharing a room. But the tension shifted the moment we stepped inside.
I decided to test the waters. While Alvaro took a few business calls, I stripped completely naked in front of him. He didn’t flinch; instead, he gave me a slow, knowing smile. When I emerged from the shower, I found that Alvaro had also shed his clothes, admitting he preferred being naked in the privacy of a room. He looked like a modern-day Adonis, his skin glistening from the shower, his muscles defined in the dim light.
As we lay side by side in the dark, the heat radiating from his body was intoxicating. I couldn’t sleep, my mind racing with fantasies I’d harbored for months. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, a hard, insistent presence. Unable to resist any longer, I shifted downward, my breath hitching as I found him. I started with soft, tentative kisses at the tip of his length, tasting him, feeling him pulse beneath my lips.
Alvaro let out a low, guttural moan. He wasn’t asleep; he had been waiting. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He pulled me up into a passionate, searing kiss before we spiraled into a frantic 69, our bodies entwined in a desperate search for release. He was an expert, his tongue driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
The night culminated in a blur of heat and friction. He flipped me over, pulling my legs over his shoulders, and claimed me with a powerful, rhythmic intensity that left me breathless and sobbing with pleasure. He whispered filthy, encouraging words into my ear, urging me to moan louder as he filled me completely. When he finally came, the warmth of his release felt like a seal on a new, unspoken contract between us.
We ended the night tangled together, sharing a deep kiss and the lingering scent of sex. The next morning, we showered together, laughing as we realized his clothes truly did fit me perfectly. As we headed to the conference, I couldn’t stop smiling, already counting down the days until our next business trip.