The lead-up to a first experience

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The lead-up to a first experienceI’m a co-owner of a small company that makes promotional items. Things like coasters, mugs, hats… all sorts. We manufacture for companies that sell on to corporations. Keith is my partner.We have to travel a lot for the business. Trade-shows all over the country. Ever since the start-up we’ve been struggling to make a profit so we’ve cut costs wherever we can. Like sharing a hotel room when we’re on the road. Twin-beds, of course. That was working out fine until our assistant screwed up and failed to book us a room. When we got to the hotel hosting the show we were attending, there was no reservation. The hotel was full, but the clerk looked for something and told us we were in luck. There was a late cancellation. A king room and he could arrange for a camp-bed to be delivered.Better than nothing and we gratefully accepted. We got to the room, unpacked and were both relaxing on the big bed in front of the TV when housekeeping showed up with the cot.It was tiny and looked uncomfortable and neither of us wanted to use it. Keith suggest we just share the bed and I agreed. We’re both happily married and close friends and it was just one of those things. Nothing weird about it.We caught the afternoon session of the show and made some excellent contacts and a commitment for one of our biggest sales ever. We celebrated with a good meal and probably too much booze and then headed back to the room. We each took a shower and viranşehirr escort then turned in. My wife had forgotten to pack night-wear so I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. Keith wore pyjama bottoms. I’m in pretty good shape, but Keith was a swimmer in college. He has that tight-abs, broad shoulders, developed pecs physique. I’d had some thoughts about gay sex in the past, and was most attracted to the buffest male bodies in the porn I’d looked at. If I was ever going to have sex with a man – and I WASN’T! – Keith would be the kind I’d do it with. Except I wasn’t. I was married, and straight, and the occasional wank looking at men fucking each other didn’t change anything.We were on either side of the king-size bed and plenty of space between us. I didn’t think anything about it and dropped off pretty much straight away.I came up out of my sleep, feeling Keith’s hand on my cock. It was sticking out of the opening in my underwear. And I was rock hard. Somehow I was also all the way over to his side of the bed. I pulled away from him, scuttled over and turned on my bedside light. “What the fuck, Keith?””You started it, buddy””I did not!!””Sure you did, you were all the way over to me and had your arm around me when I woke up.””Really? But it happened in my sleep, though. I wasn’t instigating anything. Sorry, man.””It’s OK.” There was a pause…. and then he said “…can I be honest?: I was into bodrum escort it. I’ve never thought about you that way, but I do think about it sometimes. About what it would be like with a guy. Maybe I’m a little bi. And we’re close friends… and you were touching me… I thought…””Don’t worry about it, but you were wrong. I wasn’t starting anything.” (But my cock was still hard.)There was no more to be said. I rolled onto my side and turned out the light again. Staying there on the edge of the bed with my back to Keith.After a minute or so, quietly, out of the dark, out of the silence:”I liked holding your hard cock”Now I was having same-sex fantasies again. I felt just a little ashamed every time I’d wanked off looking at men. So I didn’t want to admit to my occasional indulgence in that forbidden realm. Even though he’d just admitted the same thing to me. Maybe a lot of men think about it. But I’d never acted out. Except for the masturbating. But Keith was my friend and he’d been so honest with me… I wanted him not to feel like he had shared too much. Didn’t want him to think we weren’t still ‘good’. I spoke without turning back towards him.”I’ve wondered about what it would be like with a guy, too. More than once. But we’re both married and we need to keep our heads straight.”I felt down and even now my erection hadn’t subsided. Fuck. Now I was horny and desperately wanted a wank to relieve kuşadası escort the tension. But there was no way I was going to do it in a shared bed. Or go to the bathroom… too obvious.Even though I’d basically shot him down, I guess my reply was a little bit of an opening… if I’d just said something negative, maybe it would have ended there. But I’d told him I had a similar fantasy. In a little while I felt Keith’s fingertips, just faintly, touching my back. I said nothing and didn’t move away. Felt his hand moving down and touching my ass. Again, I didn’t stop him. This was the final tacit invitation. And an admission to myself that we were probably about to explore something. His hand cupped my butt-cheek and I felt him moving closer. I’d never fantasized about getting fucked and didn’t want to give him the impression I’d be into that… so I rolled over onto my other side. Now we were close. In the middle of the big bed, facing each other in the dark. I felt Keith’s hand touching my erection again.I pulled away again, but this time it was so that I could quickly pull down my boxers and get back to him naked. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but this – this stripping bare and lying close to Keith with my cock as stiff as could be – it was the final admission, to myself and to him… we were going to have some form of gay sex. And that I wanted it. Was inviting it. Right there, right then. Keith also quickly took off his pyjama bottoms and then lay close to me. His hand ran down my side… from my shoulder, down my arm and rested on my hip. My hand went to his hip as well and we pulled each other towards ourselves. I felt my hard cock touching his. His hard cock touching mine. We pressed ourselves tighter and they rubbed, length against length. “What shall we do?”

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