Marty's Lessons Pt. 05

"You have a firm handshake, Marty. I like it. John told me that you are quite an interesting fellow and a fast learner. My name is Cameron but everyone calls me Cam, so you should too," the short, wide man said as John had made the introductions. He looked like he had enjoyed his food and drink, but also worked out quite a lot in his past at least. He was at least in his sixties. Cam and I sat down on one side of John's corner sofa. He was wearing a pale blue shirt with tan slacks and his jacket was open. He was also noticeably bald but carried himself confidently.

John introduced me as his protégé he had spotted from a university-industry collaboration campaign. He told Cam that he was showing the ins and outs of the business. I almost blushed when I thought about the double implications that were flying around. "And as you know, I don't have my own company anymore so Marty has to settle for the second best. Of course I thought about you, Cam." John finished with a verbal rib at his mate.

We discussed some topics related to the work Cam might have available and he would put me in touch with a team leader that was short of helping hands. It was settled then and there that I would be working there when the time came for it.

We enjoyed a nice dinner prepared by John. Cam sipped on a whiskey in the living room and I helped out with setting some things on the table. Everything was well prepared so there was hardly anything to do. When we were both out of earshot in the kitchen I told John that he should have asked me to come and help him earlier because it seemed he had done all this just to convince his friend about my trainee position.

"That is exaggerating the fact a bit. I know Cam from way back. As soon as I asked if he would take you it was settled. I have never given him a raw deal. I just thought it would be nice to catch up with old and new friends and enjoy some good food, you know?" John answered and patted me on my butt.

"Lucky that your friend doesn't see us do that," I told John.

"Oh he wouldn't mind. You don't know it but he is widowed and quite lonely. With your permission I would not like to keep our thing a secret from him. But only with your approval I will let him know." John said politely.

I blushed with the thought, and was stunned for a moment until John made a gesture to get me moving out of the kitchen and start setting the plates. As I was setting the dishes on the table I noticed Cam a little differently. Was he catching glimpses of my ass and body while I wasn't looking his way? I decided to test it out a bit when I reached over the table and strained to place a napkin to the other side. I lifted my ass a little and checked the reflection from a nearby paintings glazing. Sure enough Cam was looking straight at my Jeans covered ass. At least he was keeping a straight face.

As I turned he quickly lifted his eyes to meet mine and smiled, commenting smoothly on the fine selection of John's choice of refreshment. I mirrored his expression with a slightly crooked smile and asked if he needed a refill or anything else. Before Cam could say anything else, John appeared from the kitchen with the food and we all sat down to enjoy our dinner. Of course, John opened a nice red to enjoy with the main course.

John and Cam were making casual small talk about how business was running and trying to include me in the conversation but I soon gave up on trying to say something smart and just enjoyed listening to them talk. The food was great and the wine was quickly making an effect on me. The pours were generous and before long another bottle had appeared on the table. Everyone was having a nice time but Cam noticed that I had been quiet for a while and asked if I had any plans for the coming weekend.

"Not really, I haven't really had time to think about it with everything that's been going on." I answered. "And don't worry about me I enjoy listening and learning about the field at the same time. It's like I getting the inside scoop on the industry."

"Well we might be a little out of touch about the latest and greatest developments but the basics really never change do they? But we need more smart young guys like you to take over after we old dogs are gone," Cam commented.

"Why don't you two sit in the living room and continue the conversation with some fresh drinks? I know Cam will have another whiskey for dessert, how about you Marty?" John asked as he was gathering the plates. "And don't even think about it, I will clean up and you will entertain my guest," he winked at me.

"Oh, if you are sure.. I can have another glass of wine. It's really good!" I said and moved a little shakily towards the couch.

John gave me the bottle and told me to just put it on the coffee table for everyone to share. He brought Cam's whiskey, a jug of water and some snacks to accompany the other stuff. He then disappeared to the kitchen for a while.

"So Marty, what do you think of John? He's a good host, no? As long as I've known him, it's always a great time. He really means it when he says make yourself at home!" Cam laughed.

"Yeah I know what you mean. It's really easy to feel comfortable with him and he's taught me so much already. I owe him for helping me so much." I answered, with a small smile wondering how much of our arrangement Cam actually knew or could guess about.

"It may in fact be me who will owe John if you prove to be as good as we think! No pressure though, it takes time to get to grips with the job and whenever you need help or have a problem you can come straight to me if your team leader can't help you out." Cam assured me taking the subject further from potentially compromising subjects.

"Wow, yeah, I really do appreciate this opportunity. It's really exciting to start my career in such a professional company with a real position that matters. It wasn't what I had even dared to imagine just a few days ago." I stammered in reply. "Trust me when I say that I will do my best."

"I actually believe you will. You have an earnest manner about you. Now, enough about work and let's have a drink to new friends!" Cam raised his glass.

John joined us for the toast and the evening continued with small talk and getting to know eachother until about 11 pm. Cam started to take his leave. John proposed that we could stay in his guestroom as it had twin beds. Cam agreed that it was a better solution than trying to get a taxi at that hour if I didn't mind staying with him. I agreed that it was a good plan and that I was also feeling ready for bed. Cam headed to take a shower before bed which gave me and John a moment to ourselves.

"I don't think it's safe to do anything tonight if we want to keep our little secret," John said with a worried smile. "But I want you Marty, it's going to be a hard night," he continued and I saw his bulging front and knew what he meant by that.

I reached out to it and touched the front of his pants. The shaft was struggling to break free of its fabric constraints and twitched when my fingers touched it. John was breathing heavily and closed his eyes as I caressed him. I guessed we had a couple of minutes and I quickly unzipped his pants, snaked out his shaft and dropped onto my knees before he could react. I engulfed as much of his salty unwashed manhood as I could quickly get down and a gush of precum spurted out. He had clearly been longing for some excitement as well. I held him against the back of my throat for a few seconds and then slowly pulled back and looked up to see John smiling and looking at something behind me. I didn't really care, I had the one thing that I really wanted in my mouth and that was enough for me. I sucked for a little while longer and I felt John's hand on the back of my head giving me encouragement to continue. I did it for a while and was wondering when John would start to be concerned about his friend showing up but I figured if he wasn't worried I would not be either.

"Hey, John, I can't find-" I head Cam start. And suddenly stop.

I quickly spurted out John's cock from my mouth and turned to see as I felt the flush raising on my face. He was standing at the entrance to the guest room with only a towel around his waist, open mouthed with a shocked expression on his face.

"Yeah... So... We have this thing," I heard John say, clearly embarrassed and his shaft losing some of its earlier rigidness. "I'm sorry Marty, it's my fault, I just couldn't stop" he continued.

"No, I..." I stammered but in the end I couldn't get anything coherent out of my mouth besides the throbbing head of John's meat.

"No, listen, I am the intruder here, don't worry about me. I will pick up my things and call a taxi. This never had to happen and Marty everything we discussed earlier is still on. Don't feel bad and it's all OK." Cam said with a bit of sadness in his voice. I saw that despite his words, under his hairy belly there was a small raise in the towel material.

I gathered all of my willpower and uttered the words: "That's too bad, I wish we could all get to know each other more."