I don’t know how it happened, but here I am a middle aged married man lying exhausted, confused, yet a little exhilarated on the bed next to a naked young man called Josh.
Have never been unfaithful to my wife Jane but tonight something happened that excited me sexually, and that was another man. Josh. In fact Josh and I had been at a seminar in Birmingham and were staying overnight in a nearby hotel. Josh worked in the North Western offices whilst I was based down in East Anglia.
The first time we really talked was after dinner. It must have been about eight in the evening when we decided to go out for some fresh air and, maybe, find a local pub. Well, what a surprise! We found one on a back street and walked in. I think Josh already knew its existence because he guided me into the Blue Lagoon lounge. The atmosphere was quite hot and steamy in there and the strange thing about it was the lack of women. All men.
It didn’t bother me too much as Josh bought a couple of pints and guided us to a small booth. The place was full of sexual tension although there was nothing amiss. As I drank my pint my eyes scanned the place. There were men of all ages, shapes and sizes getting on pretty well together. That’s when I noticed the couple sitting in the booth opposite. Both probably in their late twenties they sat huddled together, side by side. I noticed a hand sliding up the other man’s leg and then resting in an inappropriate place. Inappropriate place my arse! Josh saw me staring and followed my eyes. H grinned as one of the men dropped the zipper on the other guy’s pants and drew out his penis. That’s when they kissed as the handjob began.
I wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted, horrified or what. Josh placed his hand on my leg and asked if I was okay. I guess the sight of the handjob got me horny, though I couldn’t understand why. Josh’s hand may have also affected me, but his was a gentle pat rather than anything else.
As we walked back to the hotel we discussed what had happened in the pub and talked a lot about sex. It turned out Josh was single but had a partner.
‘What’s her name?’ I asked.
‘Grant...’ he answered smiling at my astonished face.
We talked more and more about sex and his sexuality until we were back in the hotel lobby. Josh suggested a nightcap in his room which sounded good to me.
As he climbed the narrow staircase in front of me and walked along the corridor I noticed the little swagger of his buttocks. If he’d have been a woman that might have been a real turn on for me but, as it was, I was, shall we say, semi hard.
Once in his room he poured the drinks then sat on the bed. He patted the space beside him and I sat next to him. We joked a bit more and then the subject quickly returned to sex.
‘If there’s one thing more I love than talking about sex it’s doing it,’ I grinned.
‘Really?’ Josh questioned, placed his glass on the bedside cabinet then added ‘Touché.’
His hand rested high on my leg, his eyes staring wantonly into mine. He must have noticed how I caught my breath but did not resist. I sat there, mind wondering what would happen next.
Slowly his hand moved higher. I was getting excited; and hard and he knew it. I watched as his thumb moved up to my bulge and then rest on it. Josh looked at me, ‘Okay?’
I nodded. Josh slid his hand towards my cock and began tracing its outline between his thumb and forefinger. Closing my eyes I questioned what I really wanted, whether I wanted a gay man to touch me like this? Josh took my glass away with his free hand then pushed me gently backwards.
With gentle hands he unbuckled my belt. At this point I began to feel nervous and started breathing heavily.
Josh took his time. He unclipped my jeans then tantalisingly drew my zip down before pulling the material apart. My cock was now rigid, pushing against the flimsy material of my shorts.
‘Mmmm,’ he murmured gently caressing me. Smiling he hooked his thumb beneath the waist band and pulled my shorts out and down. My cock stood upright. It was throbbing, my heart beating, my body shaking with anticipation.
Before I knew what was really happening Josh had stripped me naked, and I lay there free to succumb to his desires. I didn’t even consider touching him as this seemed like some kind of sexual need on my own part.
‘Lovely tool...’ he whispered. Looked at me again and made sure I was okay with what had happened so far. How could I not be?
I couldn’t believe how easily he had stripped me, how vulnerable I was to his tender hands. How erect my cock was, standing brazenly upright, demanding attention. For a brief moment I thought of my wife Jane wondering if this was a terrible thing to do. Of course I felt guilt yet did not consider this to be seeking sex behind her back. Another woman would be different, but a guy, like Josh, seemed fine.
That’s when Josh traced his fingers along the vein on top of my shaft, round behind it, up to the glans, down to the hilt.
His touch was electrifying, I just began to tremble. He cupped my scrotum and gently massaged it, sending tingling sensations through my body.
He drew a line with his finger, up and down my shaft, reaching my glans and... Holy shit... his finger nail gently moved round, sending those tremors down my spine...
Josh knew what he was doing to me; knew what he was doing to heighten my sensuality. And all this without so much as clasping my stem.
‘Liking it?’ he asked drawing circles round my glans.
‘Oh fucking hell! I love it.’ I went to grasp my own cock but he pushed my hand away. ‘Leave it all to me,’ so I did.
His fingers flexed round its shaft then gripped its girth. Suddenly he was wanking me, slowly, deliberately. Up to the tip of my cock drawing the foreskin upwards, then plunging downwards pulling the skin back and taught.
I’ve had some hand jobs in my time but never like this. Josh was sending me into another dimension. Up and down. Stopping. Massaging. All the time I wanted him to bring me to my climax.
Guess I groaned with pleasure once or twice but then he bent forwards and kissed my tip. Traced his tongue round it, up and down the shaft, at the same time his hand clasped my loaded testicles. Then Josh did something unexpected. He drew my cock into the warm dampness of his mouth. Drooling over me. Lips compressing the top of my cock, sucking and plunging me deeper into his mouth. I felt his hot breath on me. It was just too much.
I yelled ‘I’m cumming...’ and with that my whole body quivered and shook as my sperm shot in spasms into his mouth.
How fulfilled I felt, fulfilled yet emptied of all my seed. Josh just swallowed it, some escaping out of the corners of his mouth. Then he moved his head to mine and kissed me, tongue sinking into my mouth and depositing droplets of my own semen, with all its saltiness.
I lay back exhausted by my sexual experience. It was wonderful. Something different to lovemaking with my wife or the girlfriends I had had before her.
Josh was now stripping off. His cock was a good inch or two longer than mine, its girth about the same. It was rigid. Josh took my hand and guided it to him. Had never touched another male organ before but this was exciting. All he said was ‘Do me. Any way you want.’
Could I kiss it I wondered. I stared at it, head a few inches from it, puckered up the courage and took it into my mouth. Josh gurgled as I sucked him. Then he took his hands and clasped the back of my head and began to thrust in and out of my mouth. He was fucking me. Not sure if I liked that too much but he soon shot his massive load into my throat. I choked and spluttered and spat most of it out but some I swallowed. Gulping it down I almost enjoyed its saltiness. He withdrew and lay back again.
Josh kissed me again, our juices merging. I grabbed his waning penis in my hand, sorry that I hadn’t given him a handjob.
‘There’s plenty of time for that,’ he said.
I guess sleep came because that’s when I awoke lying exhausted, confused, somewhat exhilarated on the bed next to a naked young man called Josh.