I often go out on the field for my company giving seminars or lectures and will travel all over the United States. I mostly stay in motels rather than hotels because they are normally not as hustle bustle, a little more laid back, and I often like to do some of my preparing of my lectures by the poolside. During the week, there are very few people using the pool and mostly, I have it pretty much to myself.

To tell you a little about myself, I am of Welsh background with a little American Cherokee Indian tossed in. I’m six foot two inches in height, weigh 178 pounds, dark brown hair, blue eyes and, although I’m a little modest, my cock is a full 8 inches and pretty thick, laying in a cushion of soft dark pubic hairs.

My laptop is an essential part of my lectures as I use it to plan and project on a screen, the graph charts and pictures important to the presentation. I constantly update the program because things change daily in the area of my business. So, one will find me in the motel room, laptop out and working at least an hour on each session to bring everything up to date.

I was in a small town in middle California and staying at one of those lesser expensive motels and as I sat there working on my laptop, I could see outside, a building next door to the motel was being constructed. I could tell it was going to be one of those quick stop- drive through coffee shops by the size and shape of the frame.

I noticed that there seemed to be only one person doing the construction on the building. He looked to be quite a stud, with his cut-off Levi’s and a tank top, boots and baseball cap. His build was that of a weight lifter. His muscles rippled down his chest and were quite apparent through his sweaty tank top. His arms were almost as thick as my thighs. His leg muscles were that of a soccer player. From the short distance I could see him, his face looked strong and very handsome. As I watched him stretch, putting up boards to nail, I noticed his muscles flex and seemed they wanted to pop out of his skin.

I had positioned myself at the pool in the shade of an umbrella, a glass of ice with coke and my laptop, perched for work. I could hardly concentrate on my work, as I would glance up, watching the hunk that was only working about 30 feet from me. It was getting pretty warm, about 94 degrees, and I almost took pity on the guy as he kept wiping his brow with his sleeveless arm. He would now and again look over at me in kind of an envious leer, seeing me under the shade drinking the cool coke.

It was getting towards noon and I knew he would be taking a lunch break so, I got bold and yelled over to him, "When you take your break, do you want to get out of the sun and come over here in the shade?"

His response was, "That would be great, if you don’t mind." Mind? I was ecstatic. To see that hunk up closer was my intention in the first place. It wasn’t long and I saw him put his tools in a box and lock them in his truck. He took out a lunch