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This happened about six months ago. My company sent me to a two-day seminar. I arrived at the hotel on Sunday and settled in for a seminar to begin on Monday. I went down to the hotel lobby out of sheer boredom and sat just kind of watching the people pass by. 15 minutes or so later, a really handsome guy (tall, thin waist, nice pecs in a tight shirt, and an awesome kind of smile) went up to the reception desk and checked in. We made some eye contact, but at the time I just kind of nodded and didn't think much about it. Then, an hour later, we saw each other again in the workout room. This guy was pretty cut, and lifted abut the same weights as I did.
The next day at the seminar we all started with the usual self-introductions. One student was the guy I had seen in the lobby and gym yesterday. Again we made slight eye contact, but he was seated in the back of the room and I was in the front. We broke for lunch at 12:00, and when we came back, Steve had moved his seat from the back to an empty one next to me. We introduced ourselves and talked during the breaks. (I noticed Steve touched my arm several times during the conversation, but thought it was just him being friendly.) Just before getting out, we both said that we had no plans for dinner, didn't particularly want to eat alone, so we made arrangements to eat together at a local steakhouse. We met at 6:00 and both took my car. During dinner the conversation was nice, we found we had a lot in common, and became friends quickly. We talked of our jobs, interests, found we had similar positions with different companies, and that we only lived about 45 minutes away from each other. We were both engaged.
We paid the bill and began to head back to the car. It was busy when we got there so we had to park in the back of the lot. Now 2 1/2 hours later it was almost deserted. As I started up the car, Steve asked me how I felt about being engaged. I said that it was nice, but knew my life would have to change a little bit and jokingly I said for example, I'd have to start hiding my porn collection. He said he would have to give up something too. I asked, and he said if he told me he hoped it would not offend me or change the way I thought about him. Steve told his fiancé didn't know, but he was bi-sexual, and enjoyed occasional jerk off sessions with one of his best friends when 'Tara' was away. I said I wasn't offended, he was still the same guy he was before, and it took a lot for him to be so honest.
I surprised me, but Steve asked if I had ever been with another guy. I admitted I had, I was 15 or 16 at the time, and it was about the same as his experiences now. (Mutual masturbation with a best friend.) Steve reached over and put his hand on my thigh and said thank you. His hand shot a bolt of electricity through me as I started to get hard. I didn't pull away, laughed and said if he kept that up his best friend might not be the only one he'd be having a jerk off session with. He said that was fine with him, and asked if I was serious. Before I could say anything, he quickly said he'd get me off since that gets him really hot, and I wouldn't have to do anything in return. I thought about it for a minute and asked him where. (By this point I was at an all time hard and soooooo horny.) Steve said right here in the car if that was alright with me. I looked around the parking lot, it was dark, and now wasn't another car to be seen. I reclined my driver's seat, put my hands behind my head, and said, 'If you really want to, have a it.'
Steve unbuckled and opened my pants, and massaged my hardon through my boxer briefs. There was already some pre-cum spots on the front. I though I was going to full-cum right there. Then he pulled my briefs and pants down around my knees as I spread my knees apart so he could have easy access to my cock. He was a pro and jerked me slowly and deliberately keeping me just on the edge. I hadn't been with a guy in years and now wondered why not! I couldn't take it any more and reached over with my right hand and felt Steve's crotch. He was as hard as I was. I asked if it was OK and he said that while I didn't have to, it felt really great. I stopped Steve for a minute, unbuckled, opened, and pulled his pants down for him. Steve reclined his seat now, and we both started to mutually jack each other off.
This went on for what seemed to be 15 minutes or so, both of us not wanting to cum yet. But I could feel my pre-cum leaking, as well as Steve's. I couldn't hold off any longer, and told Steve to keep going, a little faster. I had an old towel in the backseat, which I threw over my cock and his hand to catch the load. Four or five strokes later, I tensed up and sprayed his hand, my cock, balls and stomach with a huge load in six or seven spurts. As I wiped up, but kept stroking him, he said that he was right there too. Steve grabbed the towel and covered himself like I did. I could feel his cock get harder (if that was possible) and start to pulse. Steve then rewarded me with his own load of cum into my hand as I continued to fist him. We both just sat there for a few minutes recovering. Steve asked me if everything was alright. I said, 'And with you?' He replied he was great and hoped I was too. I could only say, 'Dude... with the load I just shot for you do you need to ask?'
We pulled up our pants after finishing wiping up again, and drove back to the hotel. I admitted to Steve I had often fantasized about being with another guy since I was 15, and it was the subject of several of my jerk off fantasies. I told him over the years instead I had collected some awesome all male movies, and 'that if you're ever interested...' We agreed to exchange phone numbers. Just before we left in the lobby, with a cute boyish grin he said 'dinner again tomorrow???' I knew exactly what he meant. I said, 'Sure... let's try seafood... OK?'
Look for our next time.