In a foriegn city, in the hotels bar, pissed off after provisionally not procuring a contract and feeling very sorry for myself, I said yes to guy who wanted as far as I could tell (He spoke Norwegian) to buy me a drink. At the time I didn't know I was accepting his offer for me to perform oral sex on him, but after more than a few JD's and a growing dread of returning back to the states without the lucrative contract, I just didn't care. Hazilly following him upto his room, I walked in and sat on th edge of his bed. He passed me a drink (The one I thought he was buying me), then in no time at all I was staring at a naked man, who's cock was already semi erect. It was probably at that time I should have told him I was a married man. I didn't. What with the drink, the aching feeling of business rejection and the total fascination of this mans large cock only inches from my face, I actually took hold of his now fully erect cock and like I do to myself during masturbation, I rolled his for skin right back. Without missing a beat as though I'd been doing it all my life, I took the strangers cock (I didn't even know his name at that time) opened my mouth and allowed him to slide it over my tongue. If I was half cut before his cock entered my mouth, I'd sobered up almost instantly afterwards. There's no excuses to explain how I enjoyed the feeling of his large thick cock in my mouth, or for that matter how much of a thrill I got to hear him moan as I sucked on his cock harder and deeper. After a few minutes I had hold of his buttocks forcing him to fuck my face, as his thrusts got longer and more forcefull themselves. He began to hold my head firmly as if to say "Don't stop, don't let my cocks oncoming eruption put you off". I knew he was about to cum and I also knew I wouldn't be pulling back. When his cock did expload inside my mouth, I willingly accepted every drop of his semen to flow down my throat. With his sexual ardour satiated he pulled his cock out of my mouth and said in perfect English "Attend the meeting tomorrow, I think we'll be working together quite often from now on". I flew back to the States two days later, not only with the lucrative contract I'd flown all the way to Norway for, but also with a new skill. The skill to be able to empty the balls of the managing director of our newest partner. That happened exactly two years ago and every six months since, I've been maintaining our close relations with our Norwegian partners, in more ways than one. But that's maybe another confession for another day.