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This is a true story of what happened with a good friend and work colleague when we were away on a business trip. I’d known Gary for over ten years. We started our jobs at the same time and became good friends over the years, often confiding in one another about what’s going on in our lives.
About a year ago we went out of town to a meeting where we each gave a talk about our respective projects. That night we grabbed a few drinks in the hotel and chatted about how our talks went. It got late, and we went up to our room.
We got settled, Gary, sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard. I was sitting on a chair facing him. We were chatting about nothing in particular as we’d done a million times before. Suddenly, there was a silence, something that might otherwise be called an awkward silence, but not unusual between us when we were engaged in a conversation and became lost in thought.
Gary then placed his hand on his lap and rest it there. I could see what appeared to an erection swelling in his pants. At first, I was a bit uncomfortable, but I knew that erections can come and go unexpectedly, and we don’t have control over that. Gary then moved his hand next to his hard-on and slowly stroked it with his thumb.
“You seem to have something going on there,” I said jokingly.
Gary said, “Yeah. I guess it’s the buildup of a lot of tension after a long, hard day.” He cupped his hand over his hard-on and said, “You want to join in?”
I was a bit startled at what he said. We’d never done anything like this before, but I was with a good friend in private, and I was game.
I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. Soon I was hard too, and we were both stroking ourselves. After a few minutes, we both lowered our pants and underwear and continued stroking ourselves. Little was said. Gary reached over, grabbed hold of me and began to stroke. I did the same. The feelings of being stroked like that were fantastic and so was the feeling of Gary’s hard-on in my hand as it throbbed and hardened. Gary came first, and the sight of him shooting his cum across his chest and the sensations of his cock pulsing in my hand caused me to come a few seconds later.
We let out a few gasps and caught our breaths, relaxed on the bed and mumbled something about how great that felt. We soon got up and got ready for bed. We said nothing about what happened the next day.
Anything like this happen with any of you? I’d be curious to know if this was unusual or not.
About a year ago we went out of town to a meeting where we each gave a talk about our respective projects. That night we grabbed a few drinks in the hotel and chatted about how our talks went. It got late, and we went up to our room.
We got settled, Gary, sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard. I was sitting on a chair facing him. We were chatting about nothing in particular as we’d done a million times before. Suddenly, there was a silence, something that might otherwise be called an awkward silence, but not unusual between us when we were engaged in a conversation and became lost in thought.
Gary then placed his hand on his lap and rest it there. I could see what appeared to an erection swelling in his pants. At first, I was a bit uncomfortable, but I knew that erections can come and go unexpectedly, and we don’t have control over that. Gary then moved his hand next to his hard-on and slowly stroked it with his thumb.
“You seem to have something going on there,” I said jokingly.
Gary said, “Yeah. I guess it’s the buildup of a lot of tension after a long, hard day.” He cupped his hand over his hard-on and said, “You want to join in?”
I was a bit startled at what he said. We’d never done anything like this before, but I was with a good friend in private, and I was game.
I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. Soon I was hard too, and we were both stroking ourselves. After a few minutes, we both lowered our pants and underwear and continued stroking ourselves. Little was said. Gary reached over, grabbed hold of me and began to stroke. I did the same. The feelings of being stroked like that were fantastic and so was the feeling of Gary’s hard-on in my hand as it throbbed and hardened. Gary came first, and the sight of him shooting his cum across his chest and the sensations of his cock pulsing in my hand caused me to come a few seconds later.
We let out a few gasps and caught our breaths, relaxed on the bed and mumbled something about how great that felt. We soon got up and got ready for bed. We said nothing about what happened the next day.
Anything like this happen with any of you? I’d be curious to know if this was unusual or not.
