Just Two Nights

Just Two Nights

Sequel to "Just One Night". Any polite feedback is welcomed.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I was standing in the booth in the main conference hall finishing promoting my company's latest product to a random client when I heard his voice.

"So... your name really is Mark, huh?" he says, laughing. "And you are the head of sales?"

I turn around to see him standing there, reading off one of my business cards that he grabbed off of my table.

I exchange pleasant good-byes with the client before acknowledging him. "Why wouldn't I use my real name?" I ask with a smile, and he laughs lightly. I didn't expect to see him again, after our one night. "What are you doing here?"

"As it turns out!" he says confidently. "We are in direct competition." He points over at the booth of one our most famous competitors. "But," he says, as he slides closer to me, and I feel a sense of nervous glee. "I am only a normal sales associate, unlike you. Head of Sales. No wonder your hotel room is so much nicer than mine. I didn't even have my own room."

"It's funny you say we are in competition." I laugh, patting him on the back. "I've heard rumors of your company's profits, and believe me, there is no competition."

He chuckles, and looks about awkwardly. It's adorable how shy he looks.

"Anyway, what are you doing here?" I ask, trying to sound funny and light-hearted, "trying to size up the competition, or looking for a new job?"

"Actually," he says awkwardly, his hands in the pockets of his blazer, "would you believe it if I said that I was coming to find you? I spent all morning watching you from over there, even waved a few times, but clearly someone didn't notice me. It left me no choice but to come over. My point is, it's my lunch time, want to join me?"

He looks at me almost pleadingly with his deep crystal blue eyes. As if anyone could resist those eyes, I tell myself. "Of course, just give me a moment."

I turn to the other sales associates, working in the booth. Not to my surprise, one of my younger associates is doomscrolling on her phone. "Ok, everyone, I am going to take my lunch break now. You all know what to do, and Kathy, will you please get off your phone when you are working?"

Kathy, of course, does not hear what I am saying. However, it does get a slight chuckle from the rest of my team.

"What would you like to eat?" I ask him, as we walk out of the conference hall.

"I saw they arranged some food trucks outside." He says, "want to go see our options?"

"Sure. Why not?" I reply. We walk out silently. It feels slightly awkward, but not exactly uncomfortable. I am happy to see the large number of food choices in front of me, and we both find something we like before finding a private picnic table away from the crowds. He gets a small plate of tacos, I a cheesesteak sub.

"So you work in sales now?" I ask. "I always wonder what one would do, after your previous career?"

"I suppose that's a common question, I would think..." He laughs awkwardly. "I mean I suppose many people wonder what happened to their favorite stars. I think, today the answer would be OnlyFans, but when I retired about ten years ago that wasn't an option. Anyway, I tried a few things, becoming a gym coach, construction, non-naked modeling gigs, and none of them really panned out to anything. Well, my current company is headquartered in my hometown. It's basically the biggest employer in the area that I live in. I guess it just ended up being the obvious choice." He shrugs before smiling. "Besides, I have been told I can be quite charming, so sales was a natural fit."

"I mean... I can't deny that. You are very charming. I bet all the clients love you" I say, smiling and biting into my sub. He seems pleased with my validation. "Out of curiosity, do you get recognized a lot? I mean do your co-workers know about your old career?" I ask between bites.

"Nah," he laughs. "I mean... I get glances here and there... that could mean something, but you are the first one to come up to me, I want to say, in over two years?" He takes a bite of his tacos, looking thoughtful. "My point is it has been a while. As for my co-workers? Well, my previous career isn't exactly something I can write on my résumé. So if any of them know? Well, no one has brought it up to me yet." He flashes me a smile, and I see his blue eyes twinkle. "As I just said, you're the first one in a long time, not that I minded, of course."

"I must admit I have a hard time believing that! That I am the first one in a long time!" I say with a laugh. "You were one of the biggest stars, like the studio even made a website dedicated just to your videos! They don't just do that for anyone!"

"Yeah..." He says quietly, reminiscing the past. "But that was over ten years ago... times change... things change..."

We eat silently for a moment, as I watch him intently. It's not just that I find him very attractive, but I sense that he has a good heart. That he is a good person. Suddenly, he chuckles. "You want to hear something else you aren't going believe?'

"Sure!" I laugh.

"Last night," he chuckles awkwardly, "was the first time I had sex off camera, I mean, with a man that is."

"Wait... what?" I ask, very confused.

"I told you..." he hesitates. "I'm straight. I never had sex with a man unless I was getting paid and it was being filmed. Besides, fans probably didn't know, but I was already married by the time I was making videos, and the core agreement with my wife that it was just a job."

I don't know what to say. Finally, I ask, "What did you offer to have sex with me then? Was it the money?" I end awkwardly.

"No, it wasn't the..." He looks lost, I see tears in the beautiful blue eyes of his. "Well..." he says finally, stretching as if to distract oneself. "Since you asked, it was because about twenty minutes before we met, I learned that I am getting a divorce. I guess, I just thought sex would cheer me up..."

"Wow!" I reply with much sympathy. "I am really sorry to hear that. I know we just met, but if you want to talk about it, I am here to listen."

"I mean..." he begins, and I can see him trying to choke back tears. "We got married so young. She is the only woman I have ever been with. You see, I was a footballer, she was a cheerleader. We hooked up during junior prom, and I knocked her up." He pauses, trying to hide his tears with a laugh. "We are both from a small religious town, marriage was the only option. We were married, had our son, all before I graduated high school. She got her GED instead, because she couldn't exactly go back to school. Within a year of my graduation, we had our daughter. With only a high school degree in a small town, I couldn't find any high-paying work, only part-time jobs, but I needed the money for my growing family. One day, someone offered me a lot of money to take off my clothes on camera. One thing led to another and the next thing I know, I' m flying across the country, making a ton of money, getting fucked on camera." He ends with a laugh.

"Wow, that's a lot to deal with..." I say, expressing genuine sympathy. He clearly needed someone talk to, and I am surprised at how he has opened up this much with me. "I mean, having kids at a young age and all that... it couldn't have been easy..."

"Yeah, it was not easy." He nods sadly, pausing before continuing. "I mean over the years, we just drifted apart, we were both so young when we got married, and we both have changed so much. Gone through so much. Once I stopped making videos, money was always an issue. I could never find a job that met all of our financial needs, and I was always working. She couldn't really find a job to help out finanically, we had two kids to watch. Plus, her parents always fucking hated me, said I ruined her life. Yeah, so things were always kind of rough. Two years ago, we started counselling. I thought things were getting better..." He stopped and sighed loudly. "But last week my son started university. Thank God, he isn't a fucking idiot like his dad. Got into a top university out of state." He adds proudly. "Next Tuesday, my daughter starts her senior year of high school, she doesn't need her parents together. I guess my wife is just done trying to fix the marriage. I mean I get it. We aren't the same people we were in high school, things haven't great for many years now, but it just fucking sucks."

"Yeah..." I reach over and hold his hand, stroking it affectionately, "I am really sorry to hear that."

We stay like this for a moment, me holding his hand, watching him contemplate his life. Though we only met last night, I feel a sense of realness and a connection with him than is more than just a sexual fantasy. Finally, he asks. "How about you? You ever get married? Had any kids?"

"Nah..." I say, "But I was engaged once, in my early twenties right out of college, to this woman."

"Oh really?" he asks. "What happened?"

I laugh. "The simple answer is we were just too young. The more complicated answer is I was confused about my sexuality, and wanted to experiment before settling down. I used to be more... let's say... traditional, she was too. I expressed some of my thoughts, she understandably, couldn't accept it, so we broke up. All things considered, it was a clean breakup though. Things worked out fine, and I know her and her current husband decently well."

"So then..." he laughs, "what made you question your sexuality?"

I feel my face fluster. "Well... if you must know... it was you..."

"Me?" he laughs so hard, he starts slapping the table. "This is too good! I need to hear about this. Tell me more!"

"Well, one night, I was watching porn, just like all guys do" I laugh awkwardly. "And I got bored and decided to watch some gay porn just to see what it was like. As it turns out the first video I ever watched was you blowing a "straight guy" and getting fucked by him." I make sure to show him the air quotations. "It was just honestly the hottest thing I ever saw in my life."

"Ha!" he laughs, he seems oddly proud of himself and seems pleased to know he helped turn me. "You know, I did a lot of videos, and a lot of them followed that premise. Can you remember which one it was?"

"Of course," I say, "the one where you were a pool boy trying to earn extra cash."

"Yeah... with Ryan... what was his name again?" he laughs, and I nod. "That was a good one. Then what happened next?"

"I started watching more gay videos, including a lot more of videos of you, to be completely honest" I confess, blushing. "Then when I got brave enough, I started going on Craigslist, and finding guys to blow me and fuck. Eventually, I realized that my attraction to guys wasn't just a fetish, and started actually trying to date some guys, and take things further."

"How about now?" he asks curiously, "do you have a boyfriend?"

The genuineness in his voice makes my heart fluster, and for a second, I wonder if there is more to his question. "No." I pause, thinking. I suppose if he is this honest, it's only fair for me to be too. "I had a boyfriend. We... broke up about nine months ago. He was cheating on me, like a lot, and with some pretty shady people. Since, then, I have been getting tested every month to make sure that I am clean. It's been nine clean months now, and with no sex until last night. That's why I was so sure I was clean when you asked last night."

"Damn!" He sounds shocked. "Getting cheated on sucks! How long were you guys together?"

"Over two years, almost three." I say, "I mean, not as long as you and your wife. But it was my first serious relationship with a man."

"Heartbreak sucks! That's all I can say!" He laughs. I smile. Suddenly, I realize I am holding his hand again.

"Anyway..." he begins shyly, "what are your plans later today?"

"Hmm, it is the last day of the trade show." I say thinking. "Once the trade show ends at 5:30, pack everything up, probably do a quick dinner meeting with the team."

"And after that..." he asks.

"Besides going to my room and packing up my luggage?" I laugh. "No plans at the moment."

"Want to meet up?" he asks. He licks lips, but I am not sure if it's conscious or subconscious. "Make it just two nights instead of just one night?"

"I guess that depends?" I ask, half seriously, half joking. "How much are you going to charge me?"

His face saddens. The brightness of his blue eyes dim. I can see my question has hurt him, and he instinctively pulls his hand away from me. "I am so sorry." I say quickly. "I didn't know... what type of... umm... this was. I didn't want to make any assumptions. I do want to see you. I really, really do." I add with emphasis.

He recovers quickly with an awkward laugh. "I suppose I deserved that." He is quiet again for a moment, and I wait to hear what he has to say. "I had a really good time with you last night. I am not going to lie, it was some of the best sex I have had in a while, and definitely the best I ever had with a man. I felt really awkward this morning taking your money. That's why I left so early this morning."

"We made an agreement about the money." I say firmly. "You shouldn't feel awkward at all."

"Perhaps. I am not sure, but I guess what I am saying is..." he says uncomfortably. "If you are free tonight, I would love to make it just two nights instead of just one night. Don't worry, I am not going to charge you!" He finishes with an awkward laugh.

"I would really like that." I say truthfully. "How about we meet at my hotel room at 8:00?" I write my room number on the back of my name card and firmly hand it to him. "In case, you forgot which room I am in."

"Yeah." he smiles, flashing those beautiful blue eyes as he takes my card. "That would be nice."

We walk back to the conference hall in silence, although a few times our hands briefly touch. I wave him goodbye as he heads to his booth and I head to mine. Our eyes meet until he turns to speak with a colleague.

For the rest of the afternoon, I am rather restless. Although I do my job as well as I can, I know I am distracted. I try my best to communicate with interested clients, but the upcoming evening is the only thing on my mind. Whenever possible, I sneak a glance towards his booth, but he never seems to notice me. When the trade show begins to end at 5:30, l quickly head over to his booth hoping to confirm our evening plans, but he has already left with his colleagues.

I speed through the dismantling of our company booth, while the dinner with my team is kept efficient and fast. The team doesn't understand why I am rushing through everything, but I know they appreciate getting to finish up earlier than expected. Before heading back to my hotel room, I drive to the local market to pick up some snacks, fruits, chocolates, and a few drinks to make the evening better for the both of us. Being presumptuous, I even pick up a couple small bottles of lube, both flavored and unflavored

I am back in the room by 7:30, changing into something more comfortable, something I hope he would find attractive. By 7:55, I am waiting close by my door, my heart giddy. I expect him to arrive any minute. But before long, a half hour passes by and he still isn't here, and I pace about the room feeling hurt and disrespected.

By 9:00, I just assume he isn't coming. I sit back down on the couch, cursing myself. I wonder if I should spend the rest of the night binge eating all the snacks I bought. How could I allow him to hurt me like the way I am feeling now. How could I be impacted so much by a guy I met for just one night?

That's when I hear someone knocking on my door.

I open it to see him standing there. His awkward smile and bright blue eyes warm me up from the inside, and though I am still feeling a bit hurt, part of me wants to forgive him immediately. "I am surprised you still came." I say rather harshly.

"Sorry!" he says guiltily. "My head of sales, she isn't as great or as efficient as you. She held us after for a very long meeting. I just got out..."

"You could have called..." I say quietly, trying not to show him that I feel hurt by his tardiness. "I did write my room number on a business card. It has my number..."

He quickly pulls his phone out of his pocket. "My battery died!" he explains, showing me that his phone is turned off. "I wanted to come straight here to see you, didn't even run back to get my charger. Speaking of which, when you let me in, can I charge my phone?"

"Fine." I say as I let him in. "My charger is by my bedside." He grins as he walks in, flashing me his crystal blue eyes and heads towards my bed. I watch intently, part of me wondering if made a mistake letting him in.

After charging his phone, he walks up close against me. "I am a bit hungry. " he says, his blue eyes twinkling. "Do you have anything to eat?"

"I bought... some snacks... from the market..." I stutter. I am suddenly aware how nervous I feel and I am not quite sure why. I certainly didn't feel like this last night. "I... have... some fruit... cookies..."

"That's not what I had in mind." He says seductively. He leans close to me, hesitantly at first, and kisses me gently. It's just a normal sweet peck, but my mind and body are filled with joy and other emotions. For our first kiss together, it's not half bad. He unbuttons my shirt, and tosses it to the floor. "Let me show you how hungry I am. How hungry I am for you."

He grabs me by the hand, leads me to the sofa, and pushes me in the seat. Before I can react, he leans over and kisses me again. This time it not just a peck. My mouth opens, and I relax allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. Soon my tongue is exploring his. After a few passionate moments, he pulls away.

"As I keep saying," he says getting down onto his knees in front of me, "it's been a while since I have done this. I am not going to be as good as you were yesterday. Plus, you know, I am straight. But... I hope you like it." He unzips and takes off my pants, rubbing my rapidly hardening cock, pulling back my foreskin, and stroking it until it is hard as steel. "You have a nice dick!" he says admiring it as he plays with it. "I hope it tastes as good as it looks." He says before beginning to slowly lick and suck on my head.

Although he isn't able to deep throat me, what he lacks in skills he makes up with enthusiasm. He alternates between sucking my head, licking my shaft, and fondling my balls. Although he doesn't give me any eye contact, I enjoy watching him go down on me and playing with his hair as he does so. After a little over five minutes, he stops, climbs on top of me and begins making out with me. He holds my head close as our tongues dance and explore each other mouths. For someone claiming to be a "straight guy", I am impressed how passionate he is, and his body seems to follow through on that passion.

But it's not just the enthusiasm and passion that has me hooked. It's not just living out my porn star fantasy that is keeping me happy. Suddenly it hits me, there is something about him that is making me feel different than I ever have felt in a hookup.

"You wouldn't happen to have bought lube when you went to the supermarket tonight?" he asks pulling away from me. I nod with quiet excitement and point towards the bag on my table, and he smiles with devious energy. "Good, I want to ride you, but after last night I don't think I can take you dry again."

He walks over to get the lube, leaving me lying hard on the couch. As he does, he begins slowly stripping off his clothes, almost skipping across the room. He notices me watching him, almost in awe. "You like what you see?" he asks, as his blue eyes twinkle.

"Yes..." I stutter out, my body flushed. I try to sound more confident. "I like it a lot."

"Good." He says as he comes back. He pours the lube on my hard cock, making it nice and slick, before squirting some into his ass. "Because I know I am going to like this." He climbs on top of me, and looks deep into me with his crystal blue eyes, before sitting down upon me. I feel myself plunge deep inside of him. I can feel my eyes roll to the back of my head. I let out a sound of pleasure that sounds like no sound I have ever made before.

He puts his hands on my shoulders for balance as he begins to bounce up and down on me. As I watch him, I realize that it's not just the sex that I am enjoying so much. It's being with him. Though we just met last night, something about him that feels special to me. Though we only really had one conversation today, something about him is making me feel a deeper connection, making me enjoy the already great sex even more. I sink back into the sofa, my eyes closing with pleasure as I continue to enjoy the ride.

However, just as suddenly, I am broken out of the moment, as I hear him scream "Oh shit!" before immediately feeling my neck and chest being sprayed with cum. Despite how pleasurable it was, the whole experience felt like it must have had lasted a couple minutes or less. We sit still for a moment, my cock still in his ass, his warm cum slowly dripping off of me.

"Oh shit." He repeats, laughing. "I thought I would I last longer than that."

"I think you really enjoyed that!" I chuckle.

"Yeah, I did, I really enjoyed it." He laughs as he climbs off of me, staring into me with his crystal blue eyes. "That's why I came so fast." He kisses me briefly, pulling back and leaving me wanting more. "Now let me clean you up." He leans over, and licks all of his cum off of my body, swallowing it all before giving me a salty kiss. "Did you enjoy that?" he asks passionately.

"I did. Even if it was a little shorter than I hoped." I finish with a chuckle.

He blushes. "Well, we aren't finished yet," he says, as he drops down onto his knees, "you are still hard!" He puts my cock back in his mouth for a moment, before telling me seductively. "You got to taste all of me last night, it's only fair I get to taste all of you."

He goes back down on me, alternating between sucking on my head and licking my shaft. I just sit there watching and enjoying his enthusiasm. After about five minutes, he reaches to grab my hands, and pushes them on top of his head. "You can fuck my throat if you want. I can take it. Just once you start, don't stop. Don't stop until you are coming hard down my throat!" Although I don't think he can take it, I am not going to say no to such an invitation. He sucks hard, as I thrust into him. Though he gags and sometimes seems to be struggling, he doesn't stop. He sucks like his life depends on it. Like the only thing he wants in the world is to taste my cum. He doesn't once take his mouth off my cock for the next ten or so minutes, and soon I feel I am getting close. He can sense it too, and looks up at me pleading with those bright blue eyes. I moan and give him what he wants. I watch him smile, as I finish in his mouth, and feel him swallow down my cum.

"Wow that was amazing." I gasp, my cock is still in his mouth, and I feel him gently cleaning me off with his tongue. "Not bad for a straight guy."

"What can I say?" he says getting up. "I am a people pleaser." He leans over, and kisses me. It's not as passionate as the previous kisses, but it's still nice. I can taste the both of us as my tongue explores his mouth. "You want to take a shower together, and maybe... continue in there?" he asks.

"Of course." I say, pleased its different from last night. "Lead the way." We hope in the shower together. It's the perfect conclusion for an evening of passion. Under the hot water, we soap each other up in between making out. He massages my shoulders and I finger his hole. Neither of us are getting very hard, but the sexual tension is still high, though it's a more relaxing feeling than the intensity we both felt earlier.

After we step out, as he dries himself off. I ask, "What time do you fly back to St. Louis tomorrow?"

He stops what he is doing and pauses. Finally, he asks suspiciously. "How do you know I am flying back to St. Louis?"

"Because," I say, walking over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "that's where your company is headquartered. Right outside of St. Louis, and you told me you work at the headquarters."

"Oh right. That makes sense." He giggles. "For a moment, I thought I had a stalker. Anyhow, my flight leaves at 11, I was planning to leave the hotel about 8ish. How about you? When do you head off? Where do you head off to?"

"Not until the afternoon." I pause, feeling hesitant about how revealing more information about myself will impact me. "I live in Seattle, it's where my company's headquarters are located."

"Right, right, right." he laughs, walking out of the bathroom, and putting on his boxers. "That does make sense."

"So... umm..." I ask sheepishly, as I follow him. "Do you still want to stay over"

"Wasn't that the plan?" He grins, flashing his crystal blue eyes. "To make its just two nights?" He walks over and kisses me passionately again, and in my heart, I hope he feels what I am feeling. Sadly, that is unlikely, I tell myself, after all he is a straight guy.

We climb into bed together, and he crawls in my arms. As I cuddle him, I can't help but notice how comfortable he is lying against me, even his body is just the right temperature. "Promise me you won't leave in the morning without telling me." I whisper into his ears.

"Of course." He replies with a kiss. "But I have to be out of here around 7, to grab my bags before I go."

"I understand." I watch him close his eyes, and I feel him relax and begin to fall asleep in my arms. I look down at him, thankful for my fortune of having just two nights with him.

Just before he falls asleep, I hear him whisper. "Mark...?"

"Yes?" I reply quietly.

"Do you think you could ever like me, for me? Not as a porn star? Not as just a fantasy?" he asks quietly. His eyes are still so closed, and I am not sure how conscious he is.

My heart feels giddy hearing this. I try not to overthink as I reply firmly. "Yeah, I know I can." I kiss him again on the lips, with just enough emotion to let him know I mean, but hopefully not so much to scare him away. He smiles and slips out of my arms, rolling over to his side of the bed. Once again, I listen to him gently snore before falling asleep myself.

I wake up in the morning with something hard hitting my face. I open my eyes, and see him naked over me, his cock hard in front of me. "Morning!" he says grinning. "I have to get going soon, but I decided I needed you to suck me off before I go." He leans over, rubbing his hard cock all over my face.

My heart smiles. Secretly I was disappointed I didn't get a chance to suck him off last night, and now I get another chance! I let my body do the talking, I say nothing, I just lie there and open my mouth, watching his smile grow, as he reaches down holds my head, begins fucking my mouth, and I quickly deep throat him. It pleases me to see him looking down at me, staring intently at me with his bright blue eyes. I know he is loving this as much as I am. I see him concentrate with grit, perhaps he is embarrassed by how fast he came last night. However, he still doesn't last long, and soon I find myself swallowing his load.

"That was nice" he says, his blue eyes sparkling, as he softens in my mouth. He climbs off of me, and gives me a peck on the lips. "Just a little something for the road. Just a little something for the future spank bank."

"Yeah, it was," I reply, smacking my lips, "and part of a healthy breakfast."

I climb out of bed, and I watch him gather his clothes and get dressed. When he finishes, he comes back to me and gives me a quick goodbye kiss. "Thank you for this, thank you for making it just two nights."

I feel my heart crack as I watch him prepare to leave. I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop myself. As he reaches my hotel door, I blurt out, "Do you think we will ever see each other again?"

He stops. Even before he turns to look at me, I can sense his reluctance and uncertainty. He looks at me, his body trembling, and I can see the fear and sadness in his crystal blue eyes. He opens his mouth to reply, but no sound comes out. He begins to turn back to the door, as if his fight or flight response has kicked in.

"Wait!" I say quickly. "You don't have to say anything. You don't have to make any promises. You don't have to lie to me. I am happy with what we did together. This could be it, just two nights." I reach over to the sticky pad on the counter and write something down, and pull it off as he watches me with scared uncertainty.

"But... just in case..." I tell him as I walk towards him, putting my finger on his mouth, and sliding the piece of paper into his shirt pocket. "This is my personal number. If you ever need anything, no matter the reason, no matter the time, you give me a call, okay?"

He stares at me. He seems frozen and scared. His blue eyes are confused and distant. Finally, he just nods.

I step back, as he walks out of my hotel door. I walk about the room, processing my feelings, overthinking the last two nights. Glancing down into the trash can by accident, I notice that the name card I gave him with my room number has been tossed in there. I put my hands to my head, wondering if this fantasy is all going to be worth it when reality hits me.