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Ted's Hotel Surprise
I am Jim, a gay trial lawyer. Back in the day, I found myself trying a time consuming, never ending lawsuit with a man from another law firm. Ted was in his 30's, medium height, a triangular torso, very fit, about 150 pounds, and had jet black hair and moustache, dark eyes and a perpetual tan. He wore wire-rimmed glasses. He had an appealing cleft in his chin and somewhat receding hair. He was good looking and spoke to judges and juries with ease and confidence. They liked his sense of humor and the smile lines around his eyes. I provided most of the legal thinking and strategy, although Ted was no slouch in those departments, either. We had a talent for encouraging witnesses to tell the truth.
We shared an interest in distance running and had changed and showered at the gym together when we went running. We weren't shy about weighing ourselves naked or walking around with our towels around our necks. Sometimes we would share a steam or sauna afterwards, mostly in the winter after running in the cold, and would sit without covering ourselves, so we had often seen each other naked and thought nothing of it. We usually ran bare chested cross country in the summer and would come back with gnats trapped in our sweaty chest hairs. I separately ran in road races with the gay running club. There was no sexual tension between us. It was just typical male bonding and a good way to discuss strategy and exercise at the same time, although I was definitely attracted to Ted. He was straight and had a family, so I made no moves. We usually just discussed business or politics, not our personal lives.
For one of our trips to take an extended deposition, Ted proposed that we share a hotel room to save money, and said he would make the arrangements. He knew that I am gay, so I appreciated his open mindedness. On our other trips, we had worked together in one of our hotel rooms or the other in order to prepare for the next day's acitivities. So I agreed. When we got to our room after a long day of traveling, I discovered that he had reserved one with a single king-sized bed. He asked if that would be a problem. I said that it was big enough for the two of us. I have always had more of a lean runner's build. He said, "I should mention that I like to sleep in the nude, but I could take the couch if it's a problem."
I said it was OK because I do, too. "I don't mind if you don't mind!"
We set up our laptops on the desk space provided and dropped our other stuff off and went back downstairs to the restaurant for dinner, where he continued the conversation on nudity, to my surprise. He said that he enjoyed being naked, but his wife didn't like him to be naked, even in the bedroom, so he and his boys would usually run around and swim in their pool naked when she wasn't at home. Sometimes the boys would have friends and their dads over to skinny dip with them. I said that I enjoy skinny dipping, too, and hate to wear a clingy suit. He said that they would have to invite me over some day. I knew that he had a pool, but this was the first time he had mentioned that he or the boys swam in it naked. I was intrigued.
As we were finishing our dinner, he said, "Jim, I hope you won't be uncomfortable if I go ahead and get naked once we get back to our room." I told Ted that would be fine because it had been a long, grungy trip and I was ready to get out of my clothes, too. We had been traveling in our business suits all day in cramped conditions. I wasn't sure where this was leading, but I was happy to accommodate him. After all, I was a bit of a nudist myself and it was no big deal in the gym.
It seemed like a good time to mention that I had started taking a weekly naked yoga class for men, and was enjoying it. He wanted to know how that worked - did the men get hard or touch each other? I was picking up on a new vibe that he might have a bisexual side. I explained that it was just another yoga class with a paid instructor, except for the nudity. After you get into it, your focus is on achieving the proper poses, as a kind of meditation, although there are some "partner poses" where you do assist each other in stretching. We also give each other a naked hug when the class is over.
When we got back to the room, we got out of our clothes and put them away. He sighed as he pulled off his loafers and flexed his toes. We hadn't been able to run that day. He was wearing suspenders. He hung up his suit and dress shirt, and was wearing trim boxer shorts and a tee shirt, which hung off of his pecs. As we continued to strip, I couldn't help admiring his by now familiar hairy chest, which starts at his collar, covers his prominent pecs, which are squared off at the bottom, and includes a treasure trail leading across his hairy belly to his thick pubic bush. I had always liked the look of his wet chest hair when we were sweaty after a long run. He also has hairy arms and legs and large hands and long, narrow feet with high arches. His bubble butt defies gravity, probably from running hills. As he bent over to put his loafers in the closet, I had a great rear view of his large uncut penis with its long protruding foreskin and low hangers in their loose sac, which hung down level with the tip of his penis. Even when it is soft, his penis juts out at a perky 45 degree angle. I said, "Ted, now that you have mentioned your skinny dipping, I can understand where you get your nice all over tan." I was on the freckled pale side and prematurely gray, with a salt and pepper moustache. I am also hairy, but not as hairy as he is. The air on my bare body felt great after our long trip.
He proposed a nightcap, which we enjoyed while sitting on the couch together with our feet up. He had his big feet crossed at the ankles, with his big cock resting on his belly to one side. I said that I had to admit that it felt good to be relaxing out of our business clothes. He asked me whether I had any other interests in bare assed recreation. I decided to ignore the possibility that he was asking a coy question about my sex life. I mentioned a gay nudist group that I occasionally took part in that has pool parties, socials and massage exchanges, which seemed to interest him. He had a lot of questions, especially about the massage exchange gatherings. We would divide the massage group into three men to a table, with two providing a four-handed massage to the third, and then rotating. Some of the gatherings were for Body Electric massage, which I also explained to him. He seemed to be steering us in a sexual direction again.
Then he surprised me by asking whether I could show him some naked yoga. We had stretched together before and after running, but while wearing our nylon running shorts. I agreed to show him some poses. I led him in several different stretches and folds that loosen you up. There was a mirror on one side of the room which showed us how we were doing, and it was kind of hot. I touched him a few times just to guide him into the proper posture. When we moved from the "plank," a push-up, into the "upward facing dog," his penis dangled almost to the floor and I had another great rear view.
Then I made the fateful decision to introduce him to some partner poses. We sat on the floor and faced each other in straddles, our feet touching, and pulled each other back and forth by the arms in back stretches. We also did some backovers. We stood back-to-back with our arms interlocked and then bent over and lifted each other off the floor backwards, which is great for your back after a long day. The guy doing the lifting positions his butt just below the other guy's butt. As I lifted him on my back, in the mirror it looked like his cock got bigger and flopped over on one side. Then he lifted me. "We both have hairy butts," I said. Then we stretched our hamstrings by facing each other and leaning in and pushing against each other while touching at the palms of our hands.
Then I had him do the "child's pose," stretching out prone on the floor, with legs folded underneath and arms extended forward, and I assumed the same position, but on top of his back, which forced him into a longer stretch because of my weight. I suddenly realized that he could feel my penis between his butt cheeks as I leaned into him because we were bare.
He said, "It feels like this pose could be used for something else." I just chuckled and thought, well, he wasn't offended by that. Interesting.
Then we switched positions. I felt his chest hair on my back and then said "I see what you mean," when I felt his penis in my crack. We got up and I said, "Well, that was relaxing. We should always do our stretches in the nude. Now for hugs." We stood up and gave each other a tight naked bear hug, chest to chest and cock to cock. I noticed that his cock felt cooler than the rest of his body.
Then he turned me around and massaged my neck from behind me, asking me if I had any tightness or tension left. I said, "about always."
He said, "I have learned how to give a great full body massage and I know how to release tension." The thought of a massage "with a release" got me going.
"Sounds good!" I reached back and pulled him closer. I said, "It feels like you might be excited." I then touched his very erect penis.
He pulled me back into to his hairy chest in another tight hug and reached his hairy arms around me and grabbed my own now erect penis, which I found electric, and he said, "I think you are, too."
He said that he had an idea for me. We should take a hot soapy shower together, where we could wash each other's backs and our "other parts," and then he would put me on the bed on my belly and give me a full body massage. He said that he could include a prostate massage as part of the deal if we took a warm, relaxing enema first. It would help us both sleep better, he said.
Things had taken a most unexpected turn. He obviously had a quite experienced gay side that I had never seen before. And, apparently, he had planned all of this and came prepared with enemas, massage lotion, lube and condoms, which he proceeded to produce from his bag. I was having trouble taking it all in, but was very excited to agree.
Now fully hard and throbbing, we went to the shower stall together. His big mushroom head was starting to peek out of his foreskin. He had me assume the position against one wall and said "Bend over, Jim, and show me your hole."
I said, "Oh, boy, I get the full treatment, plus you know how to talk dirty!" He rubbed a bit of lube on my rosebud and massaged it in. Then he said, "Deep breath. I am putting in the nozzle." Then he started the warmed-up enema solution. I emptied out after I couldn't hold off any more. It made my prostate tingle. Then we switched off and I gave him an enema. We were not embarrassed to flush out in front of each other until we were clean.
We then gave each other a hot, sudsy and very thorough cleaning in the shower, with special attention to our cocks, balls and asses. "I've wanted to do this," I said, as I lathered his hairy chest. That's when I discovered that he had magic nipples wired directly to his cock. His cock throbbed against my thigh every time that I touched or licked a nipple. I cleaned him under his retracted foreskin. I soaped up and massaged his rosebud and perineum and he did mine. We found each other's prostates with a big middle finger and started a prostate massage in the shower. We got into some licking and kissing. We turned the removable water nozzle to a needle spray and massaged our genitals and asses with it. Then we finished rinsing and dried each other off and proceeded to the bed.
We spread out a towel and I got on my belly with my legs spread a bit. My eight inch cut penis was pointing in the direction of my feet so that my cock and balls were visible and available between my legs. I wasn't embarrassed to tell him that I love a good butt massage. He seemed to know just what I liked. Ted massaged my back and then went for each buttock and spread my cheeks, and I felt the cool air on my rosebud. Then he rimmed me, to my surprise, which felt wonderful. He sat astride me and leaned forward and moved his torso up and down my back, so that I could feel his chest hair and his hard cock on my backside again. He ran a hairy forearm up and down my butt crack and massaged my inner thighs, perineum and rosebud some more, paying visits to my cock and scrotum when he rubbed each way. He vibrated his closed hand on my perineum. I raised my butt a bit and he fingered me again with one and then two fingers coated with lube, and massaged my prostate, cock and balls at the same time. Then he continued to massage my prostate from different angles. He knew how to "edge" me. I was on the edge of coming multiple times. When he was in range, I would grab his big cock and stroke it while he was stroking me. He had me softly moaning.
He put on a condom and flipped me over on my back and massaged my chest and belly and sucked my cock and nuzzled my balls. Then he put my ankles on his shoulders. fingered me some more, and slowly penetrated me with his big uncut cock. He didn't have to ask permission. After he gave me time to adjust, he threw a great fuck into me that had my prostate singing his praises. I felt his loose balls bump into my ass with every stroke. He pulled almost all the way out and then drove back in, which was a special thrill. I squeezed his penis with my ass muscles on every other stroke.
He then put me on all fours with my head down and re-entered me. Then my own balls were bouncing as his pounded my behind. I stayed hard the whole time. He definitely did know how to release male anal tension.
After he shuddered and shot, we changed positions and I gave him the same thorough full body massage that he gave me, with extra attention to his nipples. I gradually opened up his hole and then gave him my own cut eight inches in an enthusiastic fuck ending with releases that made both of us shudder. After a quick final clean up in the shower, we went to bed.
We spooned in bed that night and I enjoyed feeling my now soft cock in his butt crack again, or his in mine when we changed positions. We woke up in each other's arms. We languidly stroked each other's chests and fondled each other's morning wood. I didn't want to stop playing with his foreskin. We decided to play again later in the shower, so I padded off to the bathroom behind my bobbing cock for a morning pee.
We stayed bare while we had our coffee in the room and got the news and planned our day. Ted had his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles again, which showed off his big feet. It was a turn on. Then we took another shower together and got each other off again before we had to get dressed. We shaved in the nude, side by side. I said, "I hope that you are getting enough nudity on this trip!" He laughed.
Ted explained that he had a secret gay life, which had started when he had experimented with erotic massages he got from a gay massage therapist. He had been secretive about it because of his marriage, but had decided that he was safe trying to seduce me because he thought that I might be interested, and we had built up a lot of trust in each other. Our relationship had now changed forever.
After Ted's surprise coming out and our amazing sex, the next morning we went off to our deposition. Depositions are a high adrenalin enterprise. Our opposing counsel noticed the sly smiles we gave each other and became convinced that we must have something really devastating on his witness. Indeed we did, but the smiles came from the afterglow of the amazing sex. The witness was forced to make some damaging concessions, because we had the documents proving what he had done. We were very happy with the first day's results. We decided to go for a run afterwards.
We went back to the hotel, stripped and stretched together, including some yoga poses this time, which got us excited, and put on our running gear. We had a relaxing, brisk bare chested run in the neighborhood of the hotel, which was not far from a riverside trail. It was a great way to unwind and de-stress. When we got back, we took off our sweaty gear, and had another naked stretch and a cool down. We again gave each other warm, relaxing enemas. Then we showered the sweat off together and gave each other another thorough cleaning. We washed each other's backs, cocks and anuses. We limited our playtime in the shower to prostate massages and some mutual masturbation, because we had to get dressed again for supper and then plan out our next day's questions. We tried rinsing with the removable nozzle turned to the "needle" setting again, which was very stimulating. We dried off and put on some street clothes for a restaurant.
When we got back from supper, we stripped again and did our planning naked. I decided that this was the way to do it. Then we had a nightcap as we finished our discussion.
We repeated our playtime from the night before, only this time we started by putting Ted on his belly for a full body massage, including his prostate. I started by straddling his body and doing long strokes from his neck to his waist until I felt all of the knots release. My penis was resting in his crack. Then I moved down and gave him a thorough butt massage. I worked on each buttock and then the anal triangle - his inner thighs, perineum and rosebud. I vibrated his perineum, which is like an external prostate massage, and then massaged his prostate directly with one and then two fingers. His long uncut dick stretched behind him, and I didn't neglect it as I moved up and down. I moved a forearm up and down his crack. His soft moans gave me all the feedback I wanted. I massaged his legs and feet. When I turned him over, I remembered to give special attention to his nipples. I massaged his chest and belly, nuzzled his pubic hair and licked and swallowed his throbbing cock. Now that I had opened him up, I raised his big hairy legs to my shoulders and I penetrated him. After he adjusted, we fell into a satisfying rhythm until we both came, our third orgasm in 24 hours.
We traded off, but Ted was now a bit tired and gave me a much shorter massage. That was OK. It had been a long day. We then had another cozy night cuddling in bed together.
We won our lawsuit. We didn't work on a case together again, but kept up our friendship. After our sex at the hotel, Ted and I continued to run together and enjoy steam baths and saunas afterwards, and he joined me in doing naked yoga every week. Now, we would sometimes start and end our runs at my house and finish with a naked cool down, followed by a shower together and an exchange of erotic massages, which we both loved. It was great to have him as a massage buddy. When his family was out of town, we ended a run at his house, stripped and showered off outdoors at his pool, and then played in the pool like otters before trading outdoor massages. I had brought my massage table over for the occasion. The feel of a breeze on our body hair was delicious.
Eventually, Ted came out of the closet with his family and he and his wife divorced. He assured me that I was not "the other woman." It would have happened anyway. His sons had grown, and managed to adjust to their dad's new life. Ted bought a small place out in the country which became a kind of spa. The house sat on a hill up a long drive from a country road. On a summer day, I would arrive, and we would strip down, stretch, and go for a naked run, holding our nylon shorts until we got to the road. We would wear the shorts only until we got back to his drive and then run up the hill naked. We loved feeling the breeze in our body hair. We would take off our shoes, cool down and stretch, and then wash each other's sweat off in an outdoor shower, followed by play in his pool and mutual massages.
He also had a steam shower big enough for six men which we especially enjoyed after cold weather runs. It had a built-in douche nozzle. We would have enemas, play with toys in the shower, and then sit on butt plugs and stimulate our prostates in the steam until we worked up a sweat. We would finish with a wash and rinse, dry off, and then it was off to the massage table again.
Then we would spend an evening eating dinner and watching television. There was never another question that we would sleep together in the nude and spoon each other. I never regretted allowing Teddy to seduce me.