A few weeks ago I attended a training conference in Hilton Head, South Carolina. If we were willing to share a room with another company employee, they were willing to pay at least half or all of the housing fee. All other expenses including meals and a small daily entertainment fee are covered.
I’m 28 years old and my wife and I bought our first home a few years ago and as you can imagine, we were on a very tight budget. I’m glad I chose a fully paid room. I actually haven’t shared a room with anyone since college, but the experience wasn’t that bad. In fact, my college roommate and I have been good friends since graduation, even though we live far apart now.
The Hilton is a beachfront hotel and my room overlooked the beach. It was early in the season, so there weren’t as many beauties in bikinis to see, but being out of the office was a blessing. Sales have been tough the past few years, but we’ve weathered the storm, and now the company has finally freed up human resources to train us on some new product lines.
When I checked in, I saw that they were putting me up with someone from Charlotte, which isn’t too far from where my wife and I live. As I walked around the hotel – the pool, the restaurant, and finally… the bar, the bellman took my luggage. I continued drinking a few beers and then went up to my room to unpack.
When I arrived I saw an open suitcase on the bed near the door. Apparently the owner was in the bathroom. The TV was on and I sat on the bed with pillows piled up behind my back, waiting to meet my new roommate.
I breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly someone appeared around the corner who looked like a well-dressed man, perhaps ten or fifteen years older than me. I immediately announced that I would not worry him.
“Hi, I’m Bob,” I offered my hand, hoping he would do the same.
“Steve,” she countered. “Where are you from?”
“Raleigh,” I replied. “Are you a salesperson? When I checked in I saw you were from Charlotte.”
“Actually, I work on one of the product lines you’re training on this week. I’m sure your company hires a few of us with you. Yes, I’m from Charlotte,” Steve replied with a smile.
Steve told me, “I was just heading down. I believe there was a Get Aquatinted event going on with some appetizers and drinks.”
Thinking I could pack up later, Steve and I went to the lobby and were led to a room with an open bar and nice food. I didn’t know anyone at the company and just had casual conversation here and there.
But what surprised me was Steve. As he walked through the crowd and talked to anyone who came by, it was as if he didn’t know a stranger. He has a lot of confidence and a certain charisma. I’m already happy to have him as my roommate.
After the reception room closed, Steve and I went to the bar to watch an NBA game and talk about our personal lives. Looking back, it seems I said most of what I said when I shared with Steve that my wife Laurie and I dated for most of college and got married when I was 24.
Steve revealed he is 38 years old and divorced. He admits that his busy travel schedule put a strain on his marriage, which ended more than five years ago. Since then, he has been in a steady relationship but is no longer tied down to anyone.
I couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to him while I rambled on about college, my job, my marriage. Steve was drinking scotch while I turned to beer, trying to remember that it was going to be a long day with lectures all day.
When we got back to the room, I started to take my clothes off when Steve announced that he was going to take a quick shower. I was flipping through channels on the beautiful HDTV when I heard the sound of water running in the other room. As I assumed a familiar position on the bed, I was shocked to see Steve’s naked form walking out of the bathroom.
I’m not rude and I’m used to people walking around naked at the “Y” and even at school. I wasn’t used to a complete stranger walking around naked in my bedroom. Meanwhile Steve wiped his head with a towel and threw it on the chair.
My new roommate had his back to me, but I couldn’t help but notice his dark, sculpted body. There was no doubt that he had worked. He took out a comb from the travel bag on the dressing table, combed his hair and slowly turned around and walked towards the bed.
I couldn’t help but stare, and was taken aback when he half-turned and asked, “Do you mind if I take my clothes off?” When I didn’t respond right away, he said, “I’m just like that. I’m used to it. Take off this business attire at home, but if it bothers you, I’ll put something on…” he said, turning to his right and looking at me.
I pretended I didn’t really notice and tried to act casual, “No, I’m fine. Hey, we’re just people here. You’re welcome.”
Personally, I was shocked. I was looking at the TV, but out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice his cock throbbing in front of me. I pride myself on having a good-sized cock. But this guy has some big meat hanging out. I also noticed that he had shaved his genitals. In fact, both his crotch and chest appear hairless and smooth.
Steve moved forward, sat on the bed, lifted one leg and placed it on his knee.
“Are you sure?” He looked up. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I guess I’m just used to relaxing at home.”
I looked at it, just shrugged, and replied, “No, I’m cool. But I probably wouldn’t want to go out like that,” I said, trying to add a little levity, and dropped the subject.
“What’s the matter?” he asked casually.
“Not sure. It looks like we have a lot of channels,” I said again, “and there are a few premium channels to start, several Showtime channels, which show a variety of movies and special events.”
Steve watched TV for a minute and then announced he was going to bed. He stood up again as his cock dangled just a few feet from me. I’m still amazed he even took off his birthday suit.
I heard him in the bathroom, apparently brushing his teeth, running the water, turning off the light and getting into bed. When I tried to look straight ahead, he walked right past me again.
I’m not gay and I’ve never had any kind of homosexual contact, but sometimes I can’t help but look at him when he pulls back the duvet and sheets. He half-turned to me before sliding in between them, “I’m a morning person and I like to get up early and exercise. Does that bother you?”
“No, it’s fine,” I retorted, looking anxiously into his face, hoping my eyes weren’t deceiving me.
I actually lay in bed thinking about the events of the last few minutes while Steve turned off the lights. As I walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water I realized my mouth had gone dry. I lay in bed and watched TV for about an hour until I too felt like taking a nap.
I took off my pants, pulled my shirt over my head and turned off the lights. I closed my eyes and the image of Steve’s naked body flashed through my mind. I had never thought about having sex with another man, but here I was admitting to myself that I was excited and excited to see Steve as I knew I was probably going to see a lot of him this week.
I didn’t even hear Steve get up. But when he returned to his room after morning exercises, the door opened. There was the rustling of clothes, then the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. I turned to face the sliding glass door that I had purposely left open. The waves crashed with a soft roar on the beach below us.
Then I found myself rolling over to face Steve’s direction. I know it’s crazy, but I wonder if I’ll ever see another show. I never liked watching men undress. Never gave it a second thought. But here I was, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping to see Steve again.
I was not disappointed. A few minutes after the shower, Steve reappeared. Rubbed the towel over his back, legs and tossed it back on the bathroom floor. He went to the mirror again and combed his hair. I frowned as he walked around the room, removing his clothes, then reached into the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. A little later he tied the tie around his neck, put on a suit jacket and walked out.
I pretended to be asleep, but as soon as the door closed behind Steve, I threw the sheets back. I had taken off my underwear from the night before and lay in bed wearing it. Looking down, I couldn’t help but notice that I looked excited.
I don’t know why I did it, but I bent down, tucked my panties under my balls and started stroking my cock. I spit on my hand, wet it, then put it on my cock and started rubbing my hardening cock. I thought about the sex Laurie and I had a few days ago. Laurie is a beautiful brunette, and I can imagine her tits swaying back and forth as I pounded my cock into her doggy style – a position we both loved.
It didn’t seem to take long before I realized I was getting close to my climax. But the images I keep seeing are terrifying. Steve’s chest, his naked cock swinging back and forth. His balls hanging low. I tried to focus back on Laurie, her beautiful ass, big brown eyes. Then the familiar feeling built up in my cock as I shot one load after another into my chest.
I got up, wiped off the mess with a paper towel, and went into the shower.
The day seemed very long, with the morning and most of the afternoon filled with lectures and slides. It has been a while since I listened to college lectures and I forgot how boring they can be. When we retired for the afternoon, I quietly returned to my room, put on my suit and headed to the pool.
Some of the seminar staff organized a trip to a nearby seafood restaurant for dinner, but I decided to relax by the pool. It’s easy to drink beer in the hot sun. While I was relaxing at the resort, I chatted with a couple on vacation and enjoyed small talk. I picked up a burger and listened to the music brought by the guitarist to the small crowd gathered outside the bar.
Then I apparently saw Steve coming back from dinner. There was a nice contrast between me in a bathing suit and t-shirt and Steve in nice slacks and a polo shirt. He sat down, ordered a glass of scotch from the waitress and asked me about my day.
We just chatted last night. There’s something about this man – so spontaneous and easy-going. When he was sitting at the table, someone would come up and speak and tell him how much they had enjoyed the presentation earlier in the day.
I don’t know how long we were down there, but I know I smelled like alcohol, from drinking by the pool all afternoon and now from drinking at the bar. When Steve announced he was going to the room, I signaled that I would follow him.
When I entered the hotel room Steve was in the bathroom taking a shower. I flipped through a few channels and eventually decided to re-watch an episode of CSI. Now I knew what to do and hoped Steve would come out naked. He did. I guessed it was the drinks but I found myself staring at his cock swinging back and forth as he walked around the room.
When I was sure he had caught my gaze, I tried to look away. As I pretended to look at my papers for the next day, I think I saw a half smile on Steve’s face as I found myself admiring his tight abs and the package beneath them.
Feeling a little dirty after a long day in the sun, I decided to clean myself up and take a shower. The warm water falling on my shoulders felt so good. Feeling better, I got out of the shower, removed the towel, wrapped a soft fluffy cloth around my waist and headed back to the bedroom.
Steve was lying naked on the bed reading a magazine. I went over to the bed and picked up the remote control. Steve said he wasn’t watching anything in particular, so I stayed online until the remote stopped at the pay station. It’s an adult movie, softcore porn, but porn nonetheless.
I relaxed in bed, watched a scene or two and then took time off. I think this is a challenge to get you to order because the screen says you have to press the orange order button to continue watching.
“Hey,” I said, “when everything was getting better.”
Steve clutched the magazine to his chest and glanced at it. “Order it if you like it,” he suggested.
I contemplated for a moment whether to buy or spend the night.
“Or do you want the real thing?” Steve asked, looking at me.
“Really?” I asked. “You mean, go back down?”
Steve put the magazine aside and sat on the edge of the bed. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. I saw you looking. We both know what you really want.”
“What do you mean?” I replied.
“You know exactly what I mean,” he replied, standing up, his cock in his hand. “You’ve been spying on me ever since I got here, and now we’re going to let you.”
I wanted to make it clear that he was wrong. He is absolutely insane. He was walking around naked the whole time. I am not gay and I don’t like men. I am married. Happy marriage! But right now I am speechless. He kept looking at his cock, stroking it with his hand, moving it back and forth, getting harder right before my eyes.
“Come here, Bobby. Sit here,” he pointed to the edge of my bed.
I froze in my place. I didn’t want to move but he was wrong. I’m not that kind of a person. I would never do what he said. My eyes saw him stroking his cock, his other hand still pointing towards the edge of the bed. I looked at his cock. His eyes fell straight on me.
“It’s okay, Bobby,” Steve broke the silence. “Just us. Nobody else will know. Your wife won’t know, the people you work with won’t know. Just the two of us. I know you’re curious. I know you want to do this.”
I decided not to move, even though I felt myself slipping off the edge of the bed, my legs sliding over the edge. His face was inches from mine as he continued to slide his hand over his long cock.
“Come on, take a closer look, son. This is what you’ve always wanted to do,” Steve said softly.
He let go of his cock and it hung there, defying gravity, swaying, bobbing up and down. I couldn’t say anything, just watched. I had never seen another man’s penis up close. Steve realized the position I was in and the control he had. Unable to make the first move, he broke the silence, “Come on, baby, touch it, you can feel it.”
It was as if I was in a trance state. I extended my right hand and placed it on his warm cock, and wrapped my fingers around it. I couldn’t believe how soft and warm it was.
“That’s right, Bobby, stroke it, stroke my cock,” Steve encouraged me as I began to stroke his hard cock up and down. It grew harder and harder under my touch, rising, hardening.
Steve came over to me and put his hand on the back of my neck. “Kiss it, Bobby. Kiss my cock.”
I couldn’t move my head. I was never gay, touching her was one thing. I had to draw the line at sucking her. I can’t do this. I won’t do this. I wanted to turn away, stop, but I found myself still frozen in place. Still stroking my cock.
Steve’s fingers came down and rested on my lips. He pressed his fingers on my lips until his fingers entered my mouth. In a few seconds I found myself sucking on his fingers. His fingers explored my mouth. “Your mouth is so pretty, Bobby. I want you to kiss my cock. Let me feel your beautiful lips on my cock,” he cooed.
I felt his hand pressing against the back of my neck, pulling my head closer and closer until my lips were warm against his cock. My mouth was now touching his cock. It felt so surreal. This isn’t me. This was another guy as I felt my lips sliding over his head, kissing the edge of his hard cock.
Then, without any further encouragement, I let his cock slide into my mouth through my open lips. I was sucking cock. I never thought I would be doing what I’m doing, but here I am. Giving a blowjob to a guy I met just the day before. Then he taught me how to please him. What he likes when I start to lose my self-control.
I did exactly as he said, sucked his cock like crazy, kneaded his balls, took them in my mouth as he said. As soon as Steve took his cock out of my mouth, I tried to pull it back in. I love the taste of it. I love the feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth.
I could tell by his moans that he was enjoying what I was doing as I bobbed my head up and down on his hard rod. I couldn’t get the whole cock in my mouth, but I put my hand on his cock and tried to take as much of it in my mouth as I could. As Steve took my head between his hands, I bathed the head with my tongue, knowing I was doing a good job.
He reached up and pulled my nipple, which made me squirm. No one played with my nipples, not even my wife, because she realized how sensitive my nipples were and she continued her assault, pulling, twisting, making me suck harder.
Just then I felt his balls tighten and I knew he was going to cum the moment his knees started to buckle. I tried to move off his cock, but Steve held me there, pressing my head tightly onto his cock, keeping my head in my mouth as he started to squirt out his cum.
“Fuck, yes, suck me off, take that load, boy,” Steve groaned. I didn’t want to swallow his cum, but he held me in place. I swallowed as fast as I could. Although I had to struggle at first, I began to accept his release and began sucking and licking myself again, trying to soak up all the cum, some of which ran out the corners of my mouth. It was salty and slippery, but I licked it up and sucked the rest off the tip of his cock as Steve sat back on the bed. His slippery cock squirted out of my mouth.
“Oh, what a good boy. You’re a natural. A natural cock sucker,” Steve smiled and caught his breath before getting down on his knees and unwrapping the towel covering my cock. Steve stared at my already hard cock. It wasn’t as big as he thought it was. He put his hand on my cock. This was the first time a man had touched my cock.
His hands were much bigger and rougher than my wife’s small hands. Steve reached down and took my cock into his warm mouth. I fell back on my elbows when I saw Steve get on top of me and take my whole cock into his mouth. His lips actually touched my belly. I couldn’t believe Steve could take it, but he gave me the best blowjob I can remember. Laurie is good, but somehow I think Steve is better.
I’m not sure if it’s because he knows what he likes and he just does it, or if it’s because it’s taboo. Steve knew exactly what he was doing. He bathed my penis and testicles with his tongue. I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced a blowjob from him. Amazing!
Finally, Steve slid onto the bed and began kissing my nipples, taking them into his mouth, sucking, licking and biting my buds. He pulled the wet towel off my body completely, pulled it off from underneath me, and left me naked before his hungry gaze.
I didn’t know how sensitive my nipples were, but I loved having Steve suck and pull on them. “Spread your legs, baby,” Steve ordered me.
