WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between consenting adult males. If you are offended by such material, read no further. Also, if you are under legal age, in a state or community where such material is prohibited by law, or there is any other reason you shouldn't be reading this.. Don't!
Oh yes, I should also tell you that this is a work of fiction and imagination and any resemblance to any real life persons (other than myself) or actual events is purely coincidental, etc. etc.
Special Seminar
I was beginning to wonder why I had bothered to sign up for this seminar, much less travel half-way across the country and stay in a hotel that had definitely seen better days. Here I sat, listening to some whiz-kid (or as my boss likes to call them. one of those "evil MBA's") drone on about how he has just found the solution to all the world's problems. Well, maybe not all of them, but I'm sure he'd lay claim to being able to fix at least 75% of them.
Oh..yes. I'm peter. I'm a 51 year-old senior manager in the purchasing department of a mid-size manufacturing company, and I'm here in St.Louis at a conference on CRM (customer relations management) - one of the latest and greatest buzz- words in industry today. My VP insisted I attend, "to see if there is anything interesting, or new, to bring back.".
Well the only thing I've found interesting in the last twenty-four hours or so was that guy a couple hours back. Now he was interesting! Not to listen too, however.only to look at. He was about 30 or 35, maybe 6'2" or 6'3", and drop-dead gorgeous! I didn't hear a word he said, but I can tell you everytime he stood a particular way that made his basket show up - even in a dark business suit! And that was one nice looking basket! I spent the whole hour wishing he was into older men and I could get into those trousers! Oh, well. No sense in continuing the self-torture. I wonder what else is sitting around out here in the room.
Hey, look over there to the right. Not bad. Looks Mediterranean.maybe Italian. Nice dark complexion and already has a 5 o'clock shadow at 11:30 in the morning. Must have plenty of testosterone. Hmmm, I wonder what the speaker said that made everyone chuckle. Hey, nice teeth, too.really white and straight. and that's probably what he is, too.straight. Oh, well..
Mmmmm, now that's a nice one over near the wall. Really rugged looking. Almost looks out of place in the room full of `suits'. I mean, he's in a suit, but I bet he'd look a lot better in an open collar shirt and some Dockers. Oh, yes, I'd definitely like to make that one smile!
Jeeze, how'd that guy get in here!?! I should think the ugly police would have stopped him at the door. I can remember once years ago that I got drunk enough that the female army sargeant sitting next to me started to look good, but I don't think I could ever get so drunk I'd try anything with that guy! Ouch!!
Say, now that one just to the left of the center aisle is a definite keeper'! Oh, yes, baby..that's a definite come- up-and-see-me'. Don't you just wish!! It's out of your league and most probably so `het' that he's phobic too. .but I can dream, can't I. Oh shit! He just looked back and looked straight at me! Hey.he's still looking back at me. Do I dare?
Yes, I dare. What's going to happen? I don't think he's going to jump up and shout "You lookin' at me?" in a room full of professionals. Besides, what's he looking at me for?
I lifted my eyes up and looked directly into his. He didn't flinch. He didn't look away. He just locked on and looked back. Then, almost imperceptibly, he winked. He winked!?! Then he pulled his lips back in a very quick smile, and turned back to look at the speaker. I kept looking at him. I couldn't take my eyes away. What was going on?
As I continued to look in his direction, he glanced back over his shoulder and - I thought - checked to see if I was still looking at him. Finally I was able to look away. My eyes started to wander over the rest of the audience, checking things out. Suddenly I had that funny feeling you sometimes get when someone is looking at you. I looked back and, yes, there he was looking directly back at me.
Our eyes met again.and held. Then he nodded his head slightly toward me, smiled openly this time, and turned back to face the speaker. If that wasn't an invitation.but.what.when.how.? That's when I noticed that the speaker had stopped and moved away from the podium.
"So if you have any other questions, I'll be up here by the front during the break. . Please be back in fifteen minutes for the next presentation," the speaker intoned, and clicked the mike off.
I looked back across the aisle and could see his back in the middle of the crowd that was making its way over to the side doors to get out for a nature break. I stepped out into the aisle and moved up to the row that he had been standing in and began to walk across there, hoping to see him up close.
At first I didn't see him. Where could he have gone? Then.there he was.the next row up. standing there looking straight at me.
I stuck my hand out toward him and said, "Hi.name's Peter. What do you think of this morning's program so far?" I still don't know where I got the balls to do that! I guess there are times that one's auto-pilot takes over and (for once) works!
"Hi, I'm Judd. Judd Blair. So far, I haven't heard too much that I'll be `taking home' as they say. What about you?"
"Me either.and it's Peter Cromwell. I may just skip the next hour and relax before lunch."
"Great idea. Why don't you come up to my room and we can chat."
Now how the hell did that happen?!? Things like this don't happen in real life. Here is this gorgeous looking hunk inviting me up to his hotel room. Am I dreaming? No, even in my dreams I couldn't conjure up as boring an hour as I just spent in that room. He really is suggesting I come up to his room!! Do you think..? Nah! Never happen!. "Oh.hey.that sounds like a plan, Judd. Let's go."
"Follow me. ..and if we get separated, it's room 744."
"Okay. But I'll be right beside you, so I don't know that I'll have to come looking."
"Well.you know.crowded elevators and all that. But stick close."
. . . . . . . .
When he slipped the card key in the slot and the little light turned green, I could feel my heart starting to pound in my chest. This isn't happening! It can't be! Is this a joke? Is this some kind of .whatever?
"Hey, Peter. you with me? Earth to Peter. C'mon in, guy, and find a chair, I have to visit Mother Nature right now."
I somehow made my way into his room and walked over to sit on one of the chairs at the small table in the corner by the window. As I looked around I noticed that from where I was sitting, I could see into the bathroom through the reflection of the closet door mirrors. And there was Judd.with a very nice additional feature showing. He was standing to the side of the toilet, rather than in front of it.so my view was complete!
That was when I looked up, and, sure enough, he was looking straight back at me.with a big smile on his face this time! This time I decided to act.
"Mind if I join you," I asked as I walked into the bathroom and stood on the other side of the toilet, unzipping my fly and pulling out my own not-too-shabby manmeat. ".if I promise not to pee on your shoe?"
"Was kinda hoping you would," he said, still smiling broadly. "I thought I got the vibes when I looked at you earlier, guess my `gaydar' is as good as ever."
That's when I looked down and saw he was also wearing a wedding ring. "Me too. ..and I see we share the same hindrance to our ability to express those urges."
"Yeah. But when the cat's away.the cat can play.right?"
"You betcha. Now let's get the hell out there and play! Okay?"
"Last one with his clothes on has to be the bottom," he said playfully, as he tossed his suit coat onto the chair and started to loosen his tie.
"Hmmm," I thought to myself, "if I work this right, I can lose that bet!"
..Maybe this would be a good time to tell you a little more about us. I'm 51 years old, married, with three grown children. I've known my sexual preference to be other men for many years, but I chose to get married and have a family anyway. I'm about 5'10" and tip the scales at 190. That's perhaps a little heavier than I'd like to be, but it's damned hard to keep it down at this age and I don't have as much time to spend at the gym as I would like. However, I don't have any problem getting or keeping the `working parts' up! That's about seven inches long, cut, and has a medium girth when standing up -- with a nice strawberry- shaped light pink head. .and, oh yes, I'm definitely a bottom! In addition to those attributes, I have large brown eyes, am clean shaven, and have a full head of brown hair that is cut fairly short.
Judd looked to be about 5-10 years younger than I, and, at nearly 6feet, was to me the perfect size'. He had light brown hair, hazel eyes, and was also clean shaven. His equipment it turned out, was only a little longer that mine, but rather narrow (another perfect size' from my viewpoint since I don't want to get too badly stretched out, if you know what I mean). .but most importantly, he was uncut! That's what I prize most! There is just something about that extra skin, the way it keeps the head moist and shiny, and how great it can feel using it to do a little docking!! .and the head was nice too. I had seen it when he peeled the skin back, shaking himself before at the toilet. It was more rounded, more plum shaped, than mine, and the piss slit was large and wide.
When I looked up, Judd was standing there completely nude. What a sight! Nicely muscled.without being `ripped' -- or whatever the gym rats like to call it. Just the kind of masculine body that's so wonderful to touch and taste!
"Looks like you lose," he said with a broad smile, showing beautiful straight, white teeth.
"Oh, damn!" I said with a smirk as I stepped out of my boxers. "Geez, that's just too bad, I suppose. .but before we get that far, I have a few more ideas and things to work on."
"Me too," he replied, stepping toward me, his now fully erect manhood pointing up and swinging from side to side as he moved.
When he reached me, he didn't stop or hesitate as he encircled me with his wonderful hairy arms and pulled me tightly to his lightly haired chest. There was just enough hair between his nipples that I could feel it rubbing and tangling with the little bit on my own chest. Almost instantaneously, I felt his nipples harden and point into me, and I felt a slight shudder run through his body. Then his lips met mine and we kissed. Oh, how we kissed!
His hands ran up my back to the back of my head and pulled my face against his. Our lips ground into each others' and both began to slowly open. I felt the hot tip of his tongue cross the boundary and make its way over and onto mine. Then the war began to rage in my mouth! I felt the same shudder as before, only this time it was my body!
I wrapped my arms tighter around the back of his waist and pulled his lower half tighter into mine. I could feel the heat of his hardened tool pressing into me alongside my own. I moved slightly to put them together - underside to underside - and then trapped them tightly between us. My hips began to move and cause them to rub together. I felt the cool of a slight wetness on my stomach and knew that his foreskin must have been peeled down, exposing that shiny, slick, blue-pink head. Maybe he had even left a small droplet of his pre-cum nectar on my bare skin.
Slowly I moved us over to the bed until I could push against him and he fell back onto it. As we broke apart I remained standing and looked down. Yes, there it was as I expected. The plum-like head was bare and the skin was rolled back behind it.and, yes, there was that drop of sweet nectar shining like a small globe nestled in the slit.
I leaned over, reached in with my right hand lifting it up, and touched the tip of my tongue to his man dew. It was as sweet as I expected it would be. I opened my lips and enveloped the head. It was all every bit as sweet as the nectar that I had already tasted. My tongue wrapped around and rasped the edge as I felt it pulse and swell in my mouth and another drop of honey was laid on my taste buds.
Then I pulled up with my hand and rolled the loose skin forward, enveloping both the head and my tongue. I immediately began to run my tongue round-and-round inside the protected hollow. This elicited a response as he moaned lightly, "Ooohhh, yessss!" and arched his back to raise his throbbing member up to my ministrations. "Ooohhhh, yesss!" he repeated.
With my tongue still entrapped under his foreskin, I began to bob my head slightly up and down and started to suck, hollowing my cheeks so that the inside of my mouth tightened around him. I couldn't hold back any longer!! I drove my head and mouth down over the entire length of his rampant stallion's rod until it passed into my throat.
The smell of his loins was all around my face. My nose was buried into his soft bush of light brown pubic hairs. My right hand was flat on his abs, just above my nose, rubbing lightly in small circular movements. I reached between his legs, now over the edge of the bed, and my left hand softly began to stroke his lovely, cum-producing eggs in their delightful purse of warm flesh.
I wanted to taste his man juice! I didn't want to wait any longer!! We had time to recover and go for more before we had to go back downstairs, and I was already counting on tonight. There was going to have to be more, but I wanted what I wanted now and I was going to go for it.
There was no doubt now what I was doing! My hands and mouth were working together as a well-knit team to bring him over the edge and let me taste his most personal offerings. He wasn't arguing, and he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
My head was bobbing up and down and my hands were caressing, and touching, and rubbing, and enticing. His eyes were clamped tightly shut. His breath was ragged and heavy. The index finger and thumb of each of his hands was twisting and pinching one of his own nipples. He had begun to thrust upward under my face, driving himself deeper into my throat each time my lips reached the base of his sensuously soft, but steel-hardened battering ram. He was going for it too!!
My hands were everywhere I could reach. Rubbing his thighs, his abs, up his chest, along the sides of his magnificent buns. The feel of so much manly flesh was driving me insane and I, in turn, was sharing the passion until he was as tight as a violin string. It was only moments before he would have to release every bit of that pent up pressure.
I felt it pulse again.stronger than before. It jerked even more fully erect, if that were at all possible!! It pulsed again!! Then I felt the head swell as it entered my throat, and the first volcano-like eruption hit!!
"OOOOooooooohhhhh, mmmmyyyyyyy ggggggoooooooddddddd!!!" he shouted. "I'mmmmmm cummmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!!" and cum he did!!! They were nice sized balls he had, but I would have never believed they could make that volume of steamy hot jizm!! The first shot went right down my throat and felt like it had completely filled my stomach.
I didn't move my head. I stayed with him totally imbedded in my mouth and throat and just began to suck and contract every muscle that was in contact with his raging tool, as it sprayed its contents with the power of a firehose. Four times I felt it swell and deliver its juicy load before I pulled slightly back and allowed the next offering to fill my mouth. It tasted wonderful!!
I hardly managed to swallow that shot when the next was issuing and filling me again. For the size of it, the amount of spunk it could deliver was incredible!! I've had a few really large men before, who had rewarded me with some rather copious amounts.but they had nothing on this stud!!! Another shot, and now it was running out through the corners of my mouth and dribbling down the sides of his shaft. One more time if filled my mouth faster than I could swallow. I almost choked.but, somehow made it past the next one. That seemed to be the end of it.
I held him in my mouth and laved the head with my tongue until I was fairly satisfied that he had finished. Then I lowered my head over him again to clean the sides down which it had earlier run. Then I lifted my head away and looked up to his face.
His eyes were still tightly shut, his arms were flung out to his sides and motionless, and there was a look of total contentment on his face..almost a smile. I looked down at his now slightly less rigid member. When I raised up before, I had grasped him with my right hand and pushed the skin down so that his shiny purple plum was again fully exposed and glistening in the light. I licked it clean and then licked down and up the sides, the top, and the underside. I licked his ballsack to catch the little bit that had made it that far, and then I put my mouth back over the head and pushed the skin up until its lips were `kissing' me.
I kept that position, with the loose skin pressing against my lips, for almost a minute. Then I lifted away again and, edging myself up onto the bed, I lightly kissed his lips.
His arms reached up and around me and pulled me to him. "Oooohhh, that was good! Something tells me we are going to be missing some meetings today, and might not even get to the banquet tonight. You with me, babe?"
"I'm right here.you delicious bucket of man sex. The only way you're going to get rid of me is to bodily throw me out that door over there!! .. Now let's just lie here quiet- like and see what comes up next."
Other stories by this author: "Just Being Neighborly", "Mall Walking", and "Warehouse Excursion". Your notes and comments are gratefully accepted, so let me hear from you. CNJshore9 @ aol.com