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Follow up to previous events


My co-worker Donald and I were sent by the company we work for on a two-month road trip, going to various stations to instal and optimize software updates. It was coincidence that we were assigned to do this together after we had 'grown a bit closer' while stranded in the desert some time before. Since the desert experience, we had not socialized or done anything more than see each other at work. In fact, he never said anything to me about the desert experience, and since I had more or less instigated what happened, I didn't want to bring it up in case he was feeling weird about it.

This was my fourth such trip for the company, but Donald's first. It is hard being on the road if you're not used to it; you have none of your friends or familiar surroundings. It takes a toll. At first it seems a lark, and then as as the miles roll by you start to miss home. At least I do, and I could tell as the days progressed that Donald was feeling that way, too, and was getting restless. This was also the first time that the company had required we share a hotel room. Before the economy started going downhill, each guy had his own room. So, neither of us had much 'alone time', either.

On my first trip for the company, I had a very cool traveling companion, Scotty. After about three weeks on that trip, I was so homesick. It wasn't like being on vacation where you see and do new things every day, it was the same routine, just in a different city. One night, when we were headed to our separate rooms to go to bed, I asked Scotty for a hug. He gave me a look and then one of those gruff man hugs, and said, 'What was that for?' I replied, 'I miss my friends and normal routine, I just wanted a moment of human contact.' And that was true; I wasn't looking for anything more at that moment. Scotty smiled, and put his arms around me for a good minute. And after that, every night, he would give me a warm hug. There was even one time when his girlfriend, Cindy (whom he was head-over-heels for and spent countless hours on the phone with) flew out to see him, and even that night, he took a moment away from her to give me a hug. Looking back, I think that was one of the most compassionate things anyone has ever done for me. He moved on to another company and I have no idea where he is, but I will never forget him and I will always be grateful for his hugs; he got me through that trip.

So back to this trip with Donald. It was the middle of the third week, not quite half-way through the trip. I awoke late at night and needed to use the bathroom. When I came out, Donald was standing there. I said, 'Sorry, Don, you need the bathroom?' He said, 'No, but can I ask you a favor?' I said, 'Yeah, sure, what?' He said, 'Would you just lie in the bed with me for a while?' I was surprised and said, 'What?' He said, 'I'm just lonely, man.' I hesitated for a moment; I am bi-sexual and I was conflicted about whether I could offer him simple affection the way Scotty had offered it to me, with no sexual overtones, in fact when he said 'lie in the bed with me' my dick had reacted by growing slightly and my pulse had quickened. Because I hesitated, Donald said, 'It's ok, never mind.' I reached out and touched his shoulder and said, 'No, it's cool, I totally understand.'

We got in his bed. He turned his back to me and reached over and pulled me close. I could tell he wanted to 'spoon'. But I was totally hard by now, so I bent my waist to try to keep my erection from pressing against his butt. I was chanting in my mind, 'this isn't sex....this isn't sex....this isn't sex.' I put my arm lightly around his torso, and he placed his hand on top of mine. He was only wearing boxers and I was only wearing briefs, so as my bare chest touched his bare back the electricity flowed through me, my skin was tingling. We are the same height, so I bent a little and lay my head in the crook of his neck. The warmth of his neck was lovely, I could feel his scratchy stubble against my forehead, and the hotel soap he had showered with had a sandalwood scent and it was just intoxicating. It was all I could do to not kiss his neck and nibble his earlobes. Restraint!!!!

After a few minutes, his breathing had slowed and I wasn't sure if he was asleep. Very quietly I whispered, 'Are you asleep?' He turned his head slightly toward me and whispered, 'No,' and pulled my arm more tightly around him. It was more difficult that way to keep my boner from pressing into him, and my hand was pressed against his nipple. I just couldn't help it, so I massaged his nipple a bit. 'Mmm', he sighed, so taking that as encouragement I relaxed my hips and let my hard dick press against him. He settled back against me, and I reached down and found that his hard dick was sticking out of the fly of his boxers. I started to slowly stroke him. In response, he was grinding his butt against me, and I knew I wouldn't last long. His breathing quickened and I felt his warm fluid on my hand, and then I came, soaking my shorts as I rubbed against him. We said nothing; we just lay there, and in a few minutes fell asleep.

When we woke in the morning, he rolled over and looked at me and said, 'Thanks, that was cool of you. I don't know, in the light of day it seems weird, but I just needed to be close to someone last night.' I smiled at him and said, 'I liked it, too.' Then we got up and went about our day. As the trip wore on, we spooned many more times. Our cue was that one of use would say, 'I'm lonely.' Whichever of us said that would be the 'inside' of the spoon.

When we returned, things went pretty much to normal, but I was really fighting the feelings I had developed for Donald. The story does have a happy ending, though, because some months later Donald had come to terms with the fact that he is gay and tearfully admitted to me that he had been wrestling with his feelings for me, too. I said, 'You don't have to wrestle with those feelings anymore, just wrestle with me.' He laughed, we kissed, and then rode off into the sunset and lived happily ever after (so far). As wonderful as truly making love with Donald is, I will never forget the electricity of that first time I lay next to him and felt his skin against mine as I masturbated his beautiful dick.




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