The Convention ? Part 1 of 3

Each year a large business-related convention I always enjoy attending, takes place in Atlanta.  During some of my early years in business, money was rather tight so to reduce the cost of attending I would ask one or another of my business friends to share a room with me. This one year, Paul, a friend since college, roomed with me in a very nice downtown hotel.  We each arrived on Thursday evening, went out to eat and then returned to our hotel room.  We were both tired from working most of the day and then driving to Atlanta so we planned to turn in early.  I asked Paul if he wanted to shower before bed and he said, “Yeah, that sounds great.  I feel sort of grungy.”  I turned on the TV and told him to go ahead and I would take mine after he finished.  I knew Paul quite well but we had not seen each other recently because we worked in different cities.  This was the first time we had ever roomed together so I must admit I was surprised when he started stripping off his clothes right there in the room while inattentively watching the TV.  Paul was about 5’10”, 185 pounds of muscle yet not at all overbuilt.  He looked very athletic with a broad upper body that narrowed into a flat, small waist.  This was before the days of washboard abs.  If they had been popular at the time, I’m sure Paul would have sported them.  He had very thick dark brown, almost black hair, brown eyes and a perpetual tan due to some American Indian heritage on his mother’s side.   I was quite sure Paul was totally straight but I had recently become bi-curious.  During puberty, I had never jerked off with any male friends.  However, over the last few years I had begun to wonder what it would be like to jerk off with guys in the gym sauna or shower.  I had also thought that maybe I could get my brother-in-law to masturbate with me.  He knew I liked to be naked whenever I could be and we had skinny-dipped together several times at the lake and in my parent's pool so nudity was not an issue between us.  Maybe I could convince him to become JO Buddies.  I knew I was becoming very curious about having a JO Bud but at the same time I was pretty sure I would never want to go any further than masturbating with a guy.  I was very curious about what it would be like.  But, since I was so nervous about asking someone about my desire, I was almost certain I would never find out what it would be like to jerk off with another guy. Before this trip, I wondered if there was any way I could subtly let Paul know I wanted to masturbate with him.  We would be together from Thursday evening through Sunday morning.  Certainly sometime during those days I could find a way to masturbate while Paul was in the room with me and maybe encourage him to join me.  Surely I could at least masturbate under my covers at night in such a way that he would know what I was doing.  One scenario I had thought about was that maybe I could wait until he was almost asleep and then start stroking just loudly enough so he could tell for sure what I was doing.  I could time it so he would think I believed he was asleep, couldn’t I?  Would he join me?  Would he turn on the light and make it mutual masturbation?  Would we finally touch each other so I could finally enjoy my first MM mutual masturbation experience?  Oh . . . probably not.   I would almost certainly chicken out.  But I did wonder if maybe it could happen. Paul was standing at the foot of his bed and I was sitting with my back up against the headboard of mine so I had a great view of his perfect body.  After slowly removing his clothes and placing them piece-by-piece on his bed, he continued to watch the TV show I was supposedly watching.  In reality, I was watching Paul strip off his clothes and was admiring his beautiful body much more than I was watching the TV. Paul had dark brown chest hair that spread across his thick pectoral muscles and then narrowed down over his flat stomach to become a thin treasure trail.  His trail then flared back out into his thick, untrimmed pubic patch; wow, so manly. I could also see a sparse patch of hair on his low back that joined a light dusting of hair over his tight, round, dimpled ass.  His well muscled quads and hamstrings completed his very hot appearance.  He couldn't go anywhere without drawing the attention of nearly all the women and even some of the men who saw him. Even though we were very good friends, I, for one, was rather jealous of his masculine appearance and ability to draw such positive attention from others.  When it came to good looks, he seemed to have received all the good genes.  I had received only some.  Yeah, I loved him as a friend but I had to admit I was somewhat jealous of him. After he was naked, Paul continued to stand at the bottom of his bed watching the TV while he absent mindedly ran his fingers through the dark pelt covering his well-formed pecs.  His hand then moved down to caress his flat stomach.  As his hand taveled further down his body, his fingers raked through his pubic hair and then grasped his thick cock, pulling it down and away from his groin.  It was clear to me that Paul was unaware of his actions because he stroked his body in this way for at least two or three minutes as he watched the TV show.  Finally, he seemd to awaken from his mental fog and realized he needed to go ahead and get in his shower.  My growing dick testified to the fact I had enjoyed the show he had inadvertently given me.  Paul walked over to his suitcase which was open on the floor.  As he bent over it to retrieve his toiletry bag, his perfect ass pushed out toward me and his crack opened enough to give me a prolonged view of his asshole.  It, too, was covered with a light dusting of hair.  As he turned to walk into the bathroom, he caught me staring at him.  Without acknowledging my stare he said, “I won’t be long.”  I replied, “Take your time.  I’m in no hurry.  I'll just be sitting here watching TV until you are finished,” and off he went into the bathroom. Once he finished his shower, Paul came back into the bedroom with his towel over his head, drying his thick mop of hair.  His cut cock was mostly flaccid but appeared to be somewhat swollen at about 6” long.  It was quite fat and more oval than round.  The head of his straight penis was perfectly shaped; rounded, thick and blunted at its spongy tip and larger than his shaft.  It flared out to its crona.  Once he was dry, he threw his towel back on the bathroom floor, stripped down the bed covers and sat naked, resting his back against the headboard.  He turned to me and said simply, “Your turn.”  This is the end of Part 1.  Part 2 will be submitted within a couple days and will have significantly more sexual content.  I hope you enjoy this series.  Feel free to leave both positive and constructively negative comments.  Thanks.  JJ196765