I Followed the Fair Vendor Back to His Room

The morning had started like any other. I had only been at the company for three weeks and was still carrying that mix of excitement and nerves that every new hire has, that feeling of not quite knowing where anything is or who you’re supposed to smile at. When I was told I had to receive the representative of a supplier of industrial climate-control systems, it never crossed my mind that the meeting would change anything beyond my day’s schedule.

Rodrigo arrived on time. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm that contrasted with the cold, technical tone of the presentation. I tried to keep up with the details of the catalog, the power ranges, the delivery times, but every so often my eyes drifted toward him without me telling them to. And toward the bulge outlined under his dress pants, thick even when he was still.

—So, Tomás —he said, putting a few brochures back into his briefcase—, if you want to see the rest of the catalog, today we’re at the convention center fair. We have a pretty complete booth.

—I was just thinking of stopping by after work —I replied, trying to sound casual.

—Perfect. If you come, I’ll show you some things that didn’t make it into the presentation —he added, and there was something in his expression that I couldn’t tell if it was strictly professional or something else.

***

That afternoon the fair was a chaos of lights, noise, and people walking in every direction at once. I made my way through the aisles, reading signs, dodging pamphlet carts, and before I reached the booth I saw him. Rodrigo had his back to me, talking to someone, but when he turned he recognized me at once.

—Tomás —he said with a smile that seemed like it had been waiting for me—. I’m glad you came.

—I told you I’d stop by —I answered, feeling a strange heat rise through my chest.

—Come on, let’s grab a drink. The day was long.

He led me to a corner of the booth where they had drinks for visitors. We sat at a high table, one of those that force you to be almost standing. The conversation started off technical, logical, expected, but little by little it changed temperature.

—So how’s the company treating you? —he asked, leaning his elbows on the table, bending slightly toward me.

—Good… I’m still learning how to move around —I admitted—. It’s weird being the new guy.

—You seem pretty confident anyway —he replied, looking at me with an attention that completely undid me.

—Oh, yeah? —I asked, trying to hold his gaze and failing a little.

—Yeah. You’ve got something… —he made a brief pause, as if weighing every word before letting it go—. Something that catches the eye. A mouth that makes you want to wreck it with kisses.

I felt the air turn thicker. The fair kept rumbling around us, the murmur of hundreds of conversations, but the table seemed like a small world apart, a pause where only the two of us fit. Under the table his knee pressed against mine and did not move away.

We talked about life, about what we liked and what we didn’t, about cities neither of us knew and wanted to know. All at once the conversation was intimate, easy, as if we had known each other long before those few hours.

When they announced the fair was closing over the loudspeakers, Rodrigo stood slowly.

—Let’s go —he said, simply.

I didn’t ask where. It wasn’t necessary. I followed him through the people who were already starting to leave. We walked in silence, but a comfortable silence, loaded with everything neither of us had said out loud.

At the corner, a discreet hotel rose between two office buildings. Rodrigo stopped at the entrance and looked at me.

—If you don’t want to, we can each go our own way —he said, with a seriousness I hadn’t expected.

I took a deep breath. Everything I had been feeling since the morning, what had grown throughout the afternoon, was there, clear and inevitable.

—I want to —I replied.

He nodded softly, as if he had been waiting for exactly that word. And we went in.

***

The elevator hadn’t even reached the floor when he had me against the mirror, his body crushing mine, his hot breath burning my neck. I felt all his force at once, with no transition, as if the calm before had only been a lid that now blew off. He slipped a hand between my legs and squeezed my cock over my pants, without ceremony, measuring me as if he were buying me.

—The second you walked into the meeting, I knew what was going to happen —he murmured against my ear, biting my earlobe—. You’re going to walk out of here different. With your ass open and dripping.

I barely managed to say yes before his mouth covered mine. It was a rough kiss, with his tongue forcing its way in and his teeth scraping my lip, and his hand climbed to my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. Not to scare me. Just enough for me to understand who was in charge. The other hand kept working my cock over the fabric, squeezing and releasing until he felt it hard against his palm.

—Look at how you get hard out of nowhere —he murmured, smiling against my mouth—. You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?

—Yeah… —I panted, unable to lie to him.

The room door was shoved open. He pulled me inside so hard I almost stumbled, locked it, and slammed me again, now against the wall of the room.

—Get your clothes off. All of them. I don’t want to see you dressed for one more second —he ordered, in a voice that didn’t allow for a reply.

While I wrestled with the buttons of my shirt, he ripped his off in one motion. He had a broad, defined chest, with the hair still damp from the heat of the fair. When he yanked down his pants and boxer briefs in one sweep, I lost my breath for a second: it was huge, thick, the head red and swollen, with a thick vein running along the entire shaft and heavy balls hanging full. He grabbed his cock with his hand and shook it slowly in my face, pointing it at me like a warning. A clear thread slipped from the tip and fell warm onto my chin.

—Kneel —he said, and it was not a question.

I dropped to my knees on the rough carpet. I opened my mouth and he came in without warning, deep, holding my neck with both hands. The big head spread my lips open all at once and kept pushing until it struck the back of my throat. I choked, coughed around his cock, and he didn’t move: he held my neck there, feeling my throat convulse around him.

—That’s it… slow, so you get used to it… —he panted, setting the rhythm himself, not letting me decide anything—. You like cock, don’t you? Tell me with your mouth full.

—Mm… y… —I managed to babble between retches, saliva running down my chin and onto my chest, hanging in thick strings that soaked my nipples.

He used my mouth for long minutes, sliding in and out, measuring me, tasting me. He started fucking my mouth without mercy, gripping my neck with both hands, pushing my face against his pelvis until my nose dug into his pubic hair and I couldn’t breathe. When he let me lift my head, I took a quick gulp of air before he impaled me again. My eyes filled with tears, my nose ran, a pool of spit gathered between my legs, but I didn’t pull away once; on the contrary, I wanted more, I chased him when he pulled back, stuck out my tongue to lick his heavy hanging balls every time he pulled his cock from my mouth.

—Look at you choking on it, faggot —he growled, spitting into my open mouth before shoving it back in—. Swallow that spit. All of it.

I sucked his balls one by one, taking them fully into my mouth, feeling their weight against my tongue. I licked him from there to the tip, following the thick vein with my tongue, and when I got to the head I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks around it. He threw his head back and let out a rough groan.

—Enough. Now I want something else. I want that ass —he said, pulling out abruptly, with a string of saliva hanging between my mouth and him.

***

He hauled me up by the arm and threw me face-down on the bed. He raised my hips until I was on all fours, with my face crushed into the mattress and my ass sticking up in the air. I felt his hands spreading my cheeks wide apart, leaving me exposed, and then all at once his hot tongue fell right there, licking my hole hungrily, from bottom to top, over and over again.

—Ahhh… fuck… —I moaned, pushing my ass back without being able to control myself.

—Shut up and open wider —he growled, spitting straight into my hole and following with his tongue, burying it in me, loosening me little by little with that wide mouth.

He ate my ass until it was soaked, biting my cheeks between licks, leaving red marks from his teeth. Then I heard the sound of the lubricant bottle, felt his cold fingers opening me up, one first, then two, twisting, insisting. He pushed in the third and made my back arch at once.

—Easy… open your legs wider —he ordered, his voice lower now—. Look at how you give in on your own… you’re already asking for it. You’ve got an ass made to get wrecked.

—Yeah… please… put it in already —I begged, pushing my hips back, searching for him, fucking myself on his fingers.

He lined the head up with my hole and pressed. The burn was immediate, a line of fire that bent me in half. The head forced past the ring and I felt myself split open.

—It’s too much… it’s too big… —I panted, gripping the sheets with both hands, biting the fabric.

—It’s not too much. Breathe and relax your ass —he growled, pushing with patience, gaining ground millimeter by millimeter—. That’s it… just like that. You’re taking all of me. Look at it disappear.

He sank all the way in with one last firm thrust, his balls slapping against mine. He stayed still for a second, letting me feel every inch pulsing inside me, and then he started moving. The impact of his body against mine filled the room, a wet, steady sound that kept growing louder, his hips slapping my ass with every thrust.

—More —I begged, my voice broken against the mattress—. Harder. Break me.

He hauled me upright by my hair, using it like reins, bending my back until I was almost folded in two. His other hand grabbed my shoulder for leverage and he started driving it into me with controlled fury, pounding from the bottom, so deep I could feel every vein scraping me inside.

—You’re going to remember this cock all week —he said, spitting on my back and using the saliva to fuck me slicker—. Every time you sit in the office you’re going to remember me.

The first spasm ran from my feet to the nape of my neck, a violent contraction that clenched around his cock. He hadn’t even touched my dick and the pleasure already hurt; I had the tip dripping onto the mattress nonstop.

—There it is… I can feel you squeezing me tight —he panted, not slowing down—. Keep going, milk me with that little ass.

***

He yanked his cock out, flipped me onto my back, and bent my legs until my knees almost touched my shoulders. He impaled me again with one thrust and ripped a cry from me. He wanted to look at me, that much was clear: his eyes were fixed on mine as he started hammering me again, slowly at first, then all the way in.

—Look at me —he ordered, thrusting deep—. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see that faggot face when I shove it in you.

The mattress creaked with every movement, the bed gradually shifting against the wall. Sweat dripped in heavy drops onto my face, my chest, my hard cock that shook against my stomach with every thrust. I dug my nails into his shoulders, leaving red marks he didn’t even notice. He bent down and sucked one nipple, biting it until I screamed, then the other, never stopping fucking me.

—Can you feel it deep inside? —he asked through clenched teeth, his voice broken by the rhythm.

—Yeah… all the way in… you reach my stomach… —I moaned, unable to hold his gaze and still holding it, forced by his.

He spit into my open mouth and made me swallow before continuing. Then he sat me on top of him, my back to him, leaving me the apparent control of the pace that he was really still setting with his hands on my waist. I went down and up, impaling myself all the way to the hilt, rolling my hips, feeling him inside me scrape a point that made me see stars. A firm slap on my thigh made me clamp down even harder and he let out a guttural groan when I squeezed him.

—That’s it, don’t stop. Ride that cock, come on —he said against my back, biting my nape—. Let your load fall out on its own from how much I’m stuffing you.

And so it was. With his cock wrecking me inside and no one touching mine, I felt my balls tighten on their own and shot a thick rope of cum that splattered my chest and chin, my cock shaking uncontrollably while I kept rising and falling on top of him.

—That’s my little slut —he panted, licking my neck—. Cumming without hands like a bitch.

He lifted me without pulling out, still impaled on his cock, and carried me until he set me against the cold bathroom wall, my legs around his waist, the icy tiles against my burning back. The contrast in temperature drew a long moan from me.

—Hang on tight —he roared.

He started fucking me suspended, carrying me with the sheer strength of his arms and hips, hammering upward with deep strokes that made me bounce against his pelvis. The echo bounced off the small bathroom walls, returning the sound multiplied: the slap of lubricant, flesh against flesh, my sharp moans, his rough grunts. I felt his breathing speed up, the measured rhythm from before disappear, and he began thrusting erratically, faster, deeper.

—Tell me you want me to finish inside —he demanded, teeth clenched—. Say it loud.

—I want… please… finish inside… fill my ass with cum —I begged, without a shred of shame left.

He came with a deep growl, driving into me all the way to the balls, holding me against the wall, his fingers digging into my thighs. I felt every hot spurt flooding me, one after another, his cock throbbing inside me as he emptied everything he had been saving since the morning meeting. I held him there, wrapped around him, while both of us shook, and I felt his load drip down my thigh from the edge of my stretched hole.

***

But he didn’t stop. He lowered me carefully, took me back to the bed, and laid me on my side. He settled behind me, still hard, and entered again, sliding this time through his own cum, slow and deep, almost tender compared to everything before. The semen leaked out to the sides with every thrust, dripping from my ass.

—I’m not done with you yet —he whispered, biting my neck slowly—. With how well this little ass grips, you get me hard again in no time.

One of his hands slid down and grabbed my cock, still sensitive from the previous orgasm, and started moving it in time with his thrusts, slowly, lingering on every pass, squeezing my glans hard with his thumb. The change in pace, from violence to that deliberate calm, undid me in a different way. Every thrust hit that exact spot inside me and made me shake all over.

—Now I want to see you finish again —he said against my nape, sucking my earlobe—. Yeah, again, come on. Let go for me.

—I can’t… I already came… —I moaned, my cock hypersensitive in his fist.

—You can and you will. That ass of mine decides.

He sped up his hand and hips at the same time, fucking me harder, stroking me with the same rhythm. The orgasm burst out of me like something that had been building all afternoon, since the high table at the booth, since the first stolen look at the meeting. I shook apart against him, clamping down on his cock with violent spasms, and let out another shot, smaller but more intense, that spilled onto his hand and stained my stomach. Rodrigo licked the fingers slick with my own cum before making me suck them clean.

—Clean it up for me —he ordered, and I sucked every finger while he held me, not letting go, stretching it to the very edge of what I could bear.

We both collapsed exhausted onto the tangled sheets, the air thick, the room heavy with the smell of sweat, cum, and sex. It took me a good while to get my breathing back. He draped an arm over me, his possessive hand resting on my soft, milk-filled cock, as if the most natural thing in the world were to stay like that.

After several minutes, with his voice still rough, he murmured:

—Tomorrow, after work, come to my place. I don’t want to wait for another fair to wreck your ass again.

I could only smile, my whole body throbbing, exhausted and yet unable to think of anything else. I felt his cum leak out of me again and wet my thigh.

—Whenever you say, Rodrigo —I replied, already trembling with pure anticipation.