"Okay hun, I'll call you on Friday when I'm on my way back." I said to my wife.
"Okay, see you then, love you." She replied in a soft voice.
"I love you too." I replied and put the phone down.
I walked to the reception of the dingy hotel my work had set up with for my meeting. It was usual for the company to get the cheapest one as possible and this was just that.
"Hello." The female receptionist said behind the beaten up desk.
"Hi, my names Mike Doyle, I should have a room?" I asked her.
"Of course," She replied and went into the drawer, "Room 12."
"Thanks." I replied and took the key.
I found my way to the room and put my bag away. It was already 8pm by the time I got there so I was planning on just having a night in.
Being married and having a son and two daughters I never had privacy at home, so I took this opportunity of being alone to have a wank.
I got undressed and made myself comfortable on the very uncomfortable mattress. I went straight onto Literotica and read a few of my favourite stories.
I don't know why, but when I'm horny all I can fantasise about is sucking a big, juicy cock.
I'm not gay, I hadn't even done anything with a man before. But when I was horny, my mind just went to the idea of being on my knees and pleasing a man with my mouth.
I know, a business man in his 40's and married with kids, this was a little strange. However, it was just my fantasy.
On my own, I started to read a few stories of straight men getting turned by bulls. I closed my eyes and imagined being on my knees with a big, black man stood over me.
"You want to suck my big, black dick don't you, cocksucker?" I imagined this made up man say.
"Yes, sir." I would reply back and then wrap my lips around his cock.
Thinking about bobbing up and down a huge cock had me wanking faster and faster. I was breathing heavier and heavier and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum.
I have on few occasions tried watching gay porn, but that just didn't do it for me. I wasn't attracted to men, I just loved the idea of sucking cock. But I knew I never would actually do it.
As I kept picturing sucking cock after cock as I was called names by unknown men I eventually covered my stomach in cum.
Then, like always, I started to feel a bit of shame.
What am I doing? I'm not gay. Stop doing that! I would say to myself. Chastising myself for having these gay thoughts when I should be happy with my beautiful wife.
I cleaned myself up and got into bed, relaxed but also annoyed that I couldn't control my urges yet again.
The next day I went for my meeting which was boring, it was mainly just the company telling me how we could be doing better for them.
After 8 long hours of talking to many different directors, I finally went back to the hotel and decided to have a beer to relax myself.
I tried to fight my urges, but after 1 hour of watching lesbian porn I gave up and found myself back on Literotica reading gay stories.
I couldn't help it, just knowing there are men out there sucking dick and I'm not just had me frustrated.
I lay back and wanked my cock faster and faster, the idea of a thick, hard cock between my lips had me on the verge of cumming.
