When I masturbate, I often think of Tom’s hole.
He and I never talked about what we did in London last year.
I don’t know why he never mentioned it, my reason was simple: I am straight and I plan to stay that way.
Because we missed our flight, we had to share a hotel room on our business trip. I was horny, I wasn’t thinking ahead, I just started to jerk off in front of him. Well, he’s a gay horndog, so what was I thinking? Nothing serious happened. I let him watch, that was all. But to my surprise, when I had a glimpse of his ass and his man pussy, I had to cum so hard like never before. After that, we kissed. A lot. With my cum in his mouth. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. But the next morning, we woke up like two strangers, and never mentioned this whole affair.
Since then, I only fucked women, so all is good. I also love masturbating; I can be easily turned on by my own body in the mirror. Yep, I am a beefcake of a himbo.
So when I learned that this year, the two of us would go on a two-day business trip together to Stockholm, I got an ambiguous feeling. On one hand, I really don’t want to do anything with him, but on the other hand, the memory of our dirty kisses deeply stirs something in me.
But, of course, the company put us into two different rooms. Phew. No danger zone.
We had a drink or two in the hotel bar in the evening. We avoided the past completely, touched each other, but like bros do. That’s male bonding, nothing more.
I said goodnight and went to my room, and I had already taken my jacket and pants off, when I realized I had left my phone charger at home. I went to his door in my underwear and knocked. He opened the door curiously.
He was wearing a tank top and a pair of designer briefs. Without fully checking him out, he must have worked out a lot in half a year. He was ripped.
Previously, he was the one who got easily embarrassed, but now I’ve got a bit, you know, dizzy by the sight. Especially, after he turned around to get his charger, and I could have a long look at that ass. Wow. Firm and round. Okay.
We chatted for a minute, and just before I wanted to leave, I saw something in his open suitcase on the bed.
’Tom, what is that?’
’It’s not for you, bro.’
’Come on, dude.’
He smiled at me and took a pair of jockstraps out of his suitcase.
’Wow, Tom. Is that what I think it is?’ Of course, it is. Idiot.
’I always take them on trips. You never know.’
’Fuck dude, I’d bet they are super uncomfortable.’
’No, the opposite. I could wear them every day.’
That was a moment when I could have laughed and left. Instead, I kept on talking.
’I don’t believe you.’
’You want to try them on? We have the same size.’
’Fuck yeah.’
I kicked off my briefs and put the jockstraps on. I walked to the big mirror and watched myself curiously. To have a better look, I removed my T-shirt. Wow. I turned around to see my ass. It looked so good in those jocks, like never before.
’So? Are they comfy?’
’Tom, you were right.’
’Want to keep them? I have another one.’
That was open provocation. I didn’t reply. I didn’t want to say, but I couldn’t say no.
He watched me with a dirty smile and slowly turned around. He went to his suitcase, removed his T-shirt and briefs, took out a pair of jocks, and put them on. He turned around. His dick was obviously rock hard.
I used to be in charge, but that night I lost that. I was still a dominant male, but I couldn’t control my desire. I wanted him. And he knew that too well.
Very slowly, he walked to me, so close that I could have kissed him. At least, he left the active role. So I kissed him. And felt that sensation I couldn’t find anywhere else. It was a long, passionate kiss. He put his hands on my round pecs and played a bit with my nips. I had to moan loudly.
He was on his knees, his face around my bulge. His eyes filled with deep desire. He took my cock out of the jockstraps and kissed it. I couldn’t believe the sight – my dick in a dude’s mouth. He sucked so much better than any of my girlfriends.
In the mirror, I watched my muscular body towering above him, and him from behind, wearing only a pair of jocks. His beautiful ass, which I’d masturbated so many times to before. He looked at me as if he had read my mind.
’Do you like my ass, big guy?’
’Yes, it is so hot.’
’You can fuck, if you want.’
’Yeah, but I’ve never done anything like this before.’
’Well, I did. You’re in good hands.’
He stood up, walked over to the mirror wall, and pushed his jockstraped ass towards me.
I wanted that so badly. So I kneeled to have a closer look. That ass. Oh god. A real bubble butt. I never looked another man’s hole from this close. It was smooth and pink. I wanted to taste it so badly.
’Come on. I know you want it.’
I sniffed it first, then I licked it a bit. I never thought I could do this, not to mention that I fucking enjoyed it. I buried my face into that pure muscle and rimmed him like this would be the last night on earth. I completely lost myself in that moment.
But I wanted to be in control, so I stood up and pushed my rock-hard dick into his pussy. It was easy. He didn’t say a word, just closed his eyes and moaned as I pushed my dick balls-deep into him. Again and again. And again.
I was so close to exploding, but at the same time, I never wanted this to end. Fucking this handsome man who submits himself totally to me was like heaven. I wanted to destroy his man pussy, fuck him so hard like no one fucked him before, but I also wanted to kiss him and hug him. This feeling, this weakness, made me more desperate, so I fucked him even harder.
Both of us watched ourselves in the mirror, and we looked so fucking hot. I looked at my dick coming in and out of his smooth, tight hole, and I couldn’t bear any longer.
I pumped him with a huge load of hot cum, and at the same time, he came hand-free all over the mirror. We didn’t stop. We couldn’t stop. We kept fucking until we collapsed from the tiredness.
We were on the floor, both of us in jocks, and we couldn’t let each other go. We kissed, we hugged, and we kissed again.
’Tom, I thought you forgot that night.’
’I’ll never forget that night. I thought you did.’
’No. You were always in my mind. Your mouth. Your face. Your ass.’
We fell asleep, but the next day, like a year before, we acted like two strangers.
Except I kept his jocks, I wore them under my pants all day. He must have known that, but never mentioned it. Never mind, it was easier this way.
We worked all day, and we hardly talked during the flight. I don’t know about him, but I was too confused.
We shared a cab after landing. And just before he took off, he looked at me and said.
’Next year I’m gonna fuck you.’
