Dinner and a Week

Dinner. A guy I had worked with a lot when he worked for one of our civilian mega-contractors as their liaison officer. Cameron Bennett. It had been a few years. Should I go? After all, it’s not like we’d kept in touch when he left the company. I think once I actually told him, when someone saw him when we were out for dinner and called him “CB” that it sounded like an old movie studio executive. And now out of the blue a call saying he was back in DC for work, and did I want to have dinner, his treat, I pick the place.

I had a game after work, so dinner would be around 9. IF I go. Should I go? Latish dinner with a guy I’d had many business dinners with when I was responsible for the change order management on a multi-billion dollar contract my employer, the United States Marine Corps had with his company. Obviously keeping the client happy, me just one of several officers he schmoozed in the Corps and one of many many many clients he schmoozed in other branches and private companies. I wonder seriously if he’s ever had dinner or lunch or even breakfast that wasn’t with business acquaintances.

Then again, I couldn’t remember anything unpleasant about him. He was easy to talk to. Nothing intrusive, pretty up on all sports or at least the ones I cared about and the teams I cared about. He’d taken me to a couple of games, too. Maybe I sorta owed him him . . . kinda.

I replied to his email, told him it would have to be around 9 because of my game, suggested Annie’s because it was close to the gym where I would be playing basketball.

* * * * * * * * * * *

We’d played hard, had started late, and when we finally all chest-bumped (us, the winners) and hugged, patted, shook and various and sundry other forms of farewells were over, suddenly I remembered that I hadn’t even checked my email to see if Bennett had replied. My iPhone confirmed, to my horror, that Bennett would be at Annie’s at nine . . . and was looking forward to it. It was about three minutes to nine. I had no cell phone number for him. SHIT!

I called Annie’s and asked if they could find him and get him to the phone. It was almost five after when they picked up the phone and said he was coming. I was still standing there, sweating. I could have showered in that time.

“Cam Bennett.”

“Hey, Bennett, sorry, man, my game ran long. Just got finished.”

“Hey, buddy, no sweat,” he said. Same upbeat, energetic, deep voice. Familiar.

“Actually, plenty of sweat right at the moment,” I said. “I need to grab a shower and then get over there.”

“Forget the shower and get over here man. This place looks great, I’ve never been here before and I’m starving.”

“Seriously, Bennett,” I started.

“C’mon, Major Cate, it’s no biggie. Seriously, I’m starved, and I’ve been looking forward to it. I’ll sit up-wind,” he said, with a laugh.

Actually, I’d worked through lunch with just an energy bar, and I was starving, too, now that I thought about it. My blood sugar was definitely low. “OK, man, be there in about ten.”

* * * * * * * * * * *

I rushed the blocks to Annie’s, which just worked up my sweat all over again. I’d rushed to change into the uni I’d been wearing but hadn’t showered. I sort of burst into the restaurant and quickly scanned the bar. I figured he’d taken a table, and I scanned the booths along the bar and turned to scan the tables up front. Just as I had made a long pass with my eyes and was about to turn around toward the back again, I felt a strong hand clamp on my shoulder and Bennett body-checked me into a kind of bro hug from behind. His voice was by my ear when he said, “Glad you made it,” which felt a little strange, but what really struck me is I could swear he had deeply inhaled before he spoke.

I turned toward him and was dumbstruck. The Cameron Bennett I’d worked with was out of shape pudgy, always in less expensive and unbecoming suits and had messy hair. But I was looking at a buffed dressed-to-kill version now. “Wow,” I said, and that was about as articulate as I could get.

“Yeah,” he said, with a big grin, “I’ve overhauled myself.”

“Wow,” I said again.

“I hope that’s a good wow,” he said with an even bigger grin.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. All of him. His body was amazing under a beautifully tailored shirt and pants which displayed his package in a way that made my knees weak. Almost as weak as when I looked at his unbelievably handsome face. I’d never noticed.

“Mr. Bennett?” A voice intruded into my enjoyment of him. “Are you and your guest ready to be seated now?”

“Major Cate – oh wow, I hadn’t even noticed you’re a light colonel now. Congratulations!!!” he said, with more enthusiasm than I’d taken my latest promotion in rank.

“Thanks.” That I could react to. And it sort of snapped my into reality – something about the Corps re-enveloping my reality at the mention of my rank. “And let’s go ahead and take a table. I’m ravenous, too.”

“Hmmmmmmm,” he said, a little wistfully.

I turned to the host and told him we’d like to be seated. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Thanks for the assist, Colonel Cate,” Bennett said, the grin back. And quite appealing, as a matter of fact.

Our eyes were locked, and I seemed to be smiling myself. Damn, those beautiful green eyes.

“Gentlemen?”

Clearly the moment had lasted.

We had eaten some bread, and had some sparkling water, and the conversation had been incredible For the first time Cam – and yeah I was calling him Cam, not Bennett, and he was calling me Bill – and I were talking about each other, not about our jobs. Without warning, Cam reaches across and touches my hand. “What I’m hungry for isn’t on the menu, Bill,” he said, his eyes smoldering.

WOW. “Where are you staying?” I asked, as I took the napkin from my leg and folded it neatly and put it on the table.

“If you’re asking that for any other reason than determining where we can get naked the fastest, I’m going to be really disappointed. I’m at the Jefferson.”

I laughed. We were almost exactly the same distance from the restaurant, his hotel and my apartment. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in a hotel,” I said, grabbing my backpack.

When we got outside the restaurant, Cam put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me and moved in for a very light kiss which went red hot instantly. WOW didn’t begin to describe it. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time we met, Bill,” he said, very seriously, almost reverently. I pulled him in again, and we had a long, scorching one, and we were grinding our hard cocks together before we broke apart.

“The Jefferson. NOW!” I said in command voice and started to break away from him.

“A favor?” he said, still holding me.

“Ask me.”

“Let’s run to the hotel,” he said, grinning again.

We did. The six blocks passed in a blur. Neither of us was dressed for a run, but I don’t think either of us noticed. We didn’t stop as we went by the doorman and kept running to the elevators and ran into an open elevator. Cam punched his floor button impatiently, and as the elevator finally – it seemed like it had taken forever – started to close, we were instantly on each other again. l

If the hotel security was manning the monitors, they were getting a helluva show from the feed in the elevator we were in! We were all over each other, sucking face, grinding, groping. And if they had audio, they’d hear the grunts, growls, groans, moans, sighs, panting and exclamations that evidenced our hunger for each other. In fact, when the elevator stopped and the doors opened, we barely noticed. When the doors started to close again, Cam held me tightly and kicked his leg up and down into the opening to make the doors open again. “Can’t wait to see both legs in the air!” I growled.

We both laughed and went to his room. The second the door lock went and he’d unlatched the door, I grabbed him from behind and shoved him into the room and up against a wall face-first. I bit and kissed his neck and chewed on his ear, grabbing and groping his ass globes through his perfectly fitting pants as I ground my hardon into his crack. “Oh, Jesus, Bill. FUCK ME!”

I reached around and fumbled with his belt and pants and yanked them down, probably breaking the zipper as I did. I had my own pants off lightning fast, and had my drooling cockhead in his crack, rubbing and pressing. “I don’t have anything—“ I started.

“Just FUCK ME NOW!” he yelled back at me.

I pulled back enough to spit on my cock, rubbed in and my precum around my head and SHOVED it into him. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” To that I gave another shove and felt my big cock stretch and chafe along his chute as I shoved mercilessly. “He rewarded me with another loud shout as well as a firm push back into me. He braced himself against the wall better, pushing his ass out farther, and I started slam pumping him.

It was too tight and too dry, and I worried that my cock would end up ripped and burned. And at the same time I didn’t care. I was pounding into him, my own body suffering the pain of the skin on my cock feeling like it was ripping with each stroke, biting the back of his neck HARD, my yells muffled into his skin as I was DRILLING him. His yells were neither muffled nor unintelligible. “OH FUCKING HELL FUCK MY FUCKING HOLE!” “YEAH FUCK USE THAT ASS!” “HARDER DAMMIT. Use that CUNT as hard as you need to, FUCKER!” and many more exclamations, cries and orders.

Our sweat was pungent in the air. I smelled more like a goat than a man, having played HARD before and no shower, then running the six blocks to the hotel. My sweat from fucking just added the third layer of excitement to the visual and tactile excitement. I inhaled both of us, him already sweating too, and drove his ass HARDER just because my hips were totally out of control, fueled by my need to breed his ass.

“GEEEZUS FUCK, I’M cuuuAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!” resounded in the room as Cam started bucking, his whole body in wracking spams. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!” followed on, and I felt his ass spasm around my cock so tight that if my cock hadn’t been as hard as a light pole, I think his clenched muscle would have crushed it.

Cam’s yells continued as he emptied his balls’ seedload all over the wall and floor, and my own explosion was right behind his. His yells turned intelligible, and obviously he could feel my cock about to blast my seed deep into his guts. “Fuck YEAH Bill fucking FLOOD me! C’mon FUCK IT INTO ME!”

And I did, grabbing his shoulders so tight to ram my cock into him even harder and deeper than I had, grinding into him trying to get my whole groin up his fuckhole. It was only my grip on his shoulders that kept me standing as my knees started to buckle, and I went to pull my cock out of him – we hadn’t taken the time for condoms – but he reached back and grabbed my butt and PULLED me against him, his head slamming against the wall hard when he let go. I was beyond any control by that point, the last bit of it was my last ditch reflex to pull out. As I literally screamed/growled as my balls began to blast my seed and flood his cunt, the liquid heat around my cock of my own cum sent another electric bolt through my whole body.

I had him crushed against the wall slumped over him panting. His hands were still clenched around my ass cheeks holding me tight inside him. I lifted my head and felt like I was drunk or high. I’d never cum like that before in my life. “Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed breathily.

“Yeah,” Cam said under me, panting as hard as I was.

I started to try to pull out of him, but his grip was tight on me, and he leaned his head back and rubbed the side of his face against mine. “I’ve wanted this since the first day I met you, and now I don’t want to let you go,” he said.

I surprised myself and kissed his face gently and said, genuinely, “Thank you, that’s very nice.” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him up as I regained my control of my legs and stood tall again. I kissed his neck again, too, holding him that way, our bodies pressed together, my cock still in him.

We stood there for a bit, and at length Cam said, “If you want to, I won’t stop you.”

I laughed at that. “Seems like we’ve passed far beyond you stopping me if you’d been going to!”

He chucked but didn’t really laugh. “I meant, if you want to go now, I understand.”

Ahh, now I got it. That sensitive bottom thing. “Cam,” I started.

“Really, Bill, we can file this under the category of ‘we’ll always have DC instead of Paris’ and move on if that works for you.

“Cam,” I said softly against his ear, “The only place I want to go right now is to the bathroom to empty my bladder.”

Cam moaned and disengaged from me so fast I almost didn’t know what was happening, and he was on his knees and sucking my slimy half hard cock into his mouth greedily. He looked up at me, as I looked down at him, and it was obvious what he wanted. I hadn’t done it many times, but hell, he wanted it, and I did have to piss, and before I knew it I was letting my stream flow, and he was moaning and sucking down every drop. He gulped and choked a few times, but he never missed a drop. And I’d drank a ton of water – a liter bottle when I left the gym on the way to the restaurant and probably the same amount as we drank water and ate bread at our aborted dinner.

Cam talked around my cock still in his mouth. “This is my fantasy come true, Bill.”

He closed his mouth around my cock and started playing with my balls and sucking me. My cock responded immediately, and I was steel hard again and ready to go. Or at least my cock was. “Whoa, buddy,” I said, pushing him – with incredible difficulty as he wouldn’t let go without a fight – off my cock and shoving him back on his butt on the floor. “Can we take a minute here? Cam looked disappointed. I put my hand down to him and said, “Come on, Cam, get up here!”

Cam took my big hand in his, strong grip, strong pull up. Hot. He was still looking disappointed and a bit hesitant. “Here’s what’s going to happen. That is, if you want it. First you’re going to go into the bathroom and brush your teeth and gargle. I’ve got some mouthwash in my backpack if you don’t have any.”

“OK,” he said tentatively, and started to turn to head to the bathroom. I reached out and grabbed his muscular arm. HOT! “What?”

“And after you’ve done that, you’re going to take off all your clothes.”

Cam’s face brightened a bit. “Sir, yes, SIR!”

“And then, when you come out of the bathroom – stark naked – you’ll find me also stark naked on that beautiful big bed in the other room there.” A low rumble came from him, and his eyes smoldered again, his face now full of want and need. “And then we’re going to make up for some lost time. That is, if you’re up for it.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” was all he said, but his cock had gone from hanging limp to jutting proudly just like that.

“I really, REALLY want to kiss you, but no way I’m kissing my piss in your mouth. And I’m not used to not being able to do what I want, at least by the time I’m in a HOT man’s hotel suite. Which, by the way, I hope you don’t have a client paying for because this has got to be hugely expensive.”

Cam gulped, obviously trying to compose himself. “I—“

“Cam . . . gargle . . . I can’t wait much longer here!”

He turned and headed to the bathroom, adroitly pulling his pants up as he turned and calling over his shoulder, “Sir, yes, SIR!” as he went through to the bedroom and disappeared.

* * * * * * * * * *

The next morning every muscle in my body ached from exertion. But the muscles that ached the best were my arm muscles, tightly wrapped around Cam, who was still asleep, snoring lightly. It was light out, but just barely. I enjoyed the feeling of him in my arms as well as the thought of all of our sexploits in that room over the past seven hours or so.

We had gotten a few basics out of the way after he’d gargled. We’d kissed, groped, ground into each other and, ultimately sucked each other and unloaded again. Then we had a brief time to talk before we started up again. He was just in town for the night. This was just sex . . . satisfaction of a fantasy he’d had for years which I never knew about because we were both too professional – and distant – to indulge carnal urges. So I wasn’t – hadn’t – fucking and going, but then again, this was what it was.

We didn’t get much sleep. And in exchange we were both so sore that the last time we had fucked he cried out with pain when I entered him and I cried out in pain because my cock was so raw. But in the next few moments we’d gotten back to rutting like animals in heat and got it DONE, again with a post-execution assessment that it was, again, amazing.

“You’re awake,” came sleepily from Cam.

I kissed his neck and hugged him a bit tighter, inhaling him, his sex-filthy scent, our scent. “I am, and we’ve got to accept that the magic bubble has burst and it’s morning.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” was all he said, and he snuggled back into me tighter. I renewed my hug.

I was starved, and he had to be starved. I basically hadn’t eaten in 22 hours, and I knew at least he’d skipped dinner. I really needed to get up, get going, get something to eat, get to work . . .

I awoke again two hours later, surprised that I’d been asleep. “Yeah, you went out again, Bill,” Cam said, obviously awake. “Sad to say, man of my dreams, but I need to get up and get going. And so do you.”

And that’s the way it ended. Me grabbing my grubby, wrinkled clothes, kissing goodbye, morning breathe and all, grabbing four muffins and a coffee in the lobby to wolf down when I got in the cab. There was only one muffin and a part of a second one by the time I got to the bellman to get the cab, and those were gone in the moment it took for the cab to pull up. I had another bottle of water in my backpack and realized I was as dehydrated as I’d been starved. But those were just reflexive actions. As the cab headed out to take me to my apartment only ten or twelve blocks away but too far to walk that morning with my sore cock chafing with every step, my mind, my memory was what was working.

By the time I got to my apartment after the short drive, my cock was raging again, as I thought of Cam and me and all we’d done. I could still smell him on my upper lip with every inhaled breath. My cock was tenting my uni pants and making it uncomfortable to even walk, but I managed to, holding my pack in front of me as if I was looking for something in it as I walked. I got to my apartment and walked in and threw my pack down and called for the number to the Jefferson. When I was connected and he picked up in his room, I again surprised myself with my action. “If you’re as tired as I am, then today needs to be a sick day. And sadly as sore as I am and I know you’re the same—“

“More,” he interrupted.

“OK, you’re more sore. I’ll take that as a compliment, being the pig top I am—“

“No, you dumbass, more of YOU. I WANT more of YOU.”

I was momentarily breathless. “Come here. My bed’s more comfortable, my shower’s bigger and I have blackout drapes.”

Cam and I did something I knew I’d never done before, and he said he hadn’t either. We played hookie the rest of the week and through the weekend. We slept, we fucked, we ate, we worked out, we ENJOYED ourselves and each other.

And then, like the responsible adults we really were, we resumed our regularly scheduled lives on Monday. And after a few weeks the calls became fewer, the emails shorter . . . and the memory sweeter.