This is a work of sexual fantasy and fiction. All characters are clearly over 18.
I never really thought about messing with another guy before, but a dry spell in my marriage and the right circumstances led to me being open to the idea.
I love sex, but my wife always has an excuse for why she isn’t in the mood. Even when we do have sex, it’s generic. She might put my dick in her mouth for 10 seconds and then complain about it. She won’t let me near her ass. She doesn’t like cum. Typically it’s plain, vanilla missionary position. It’s better than nothing, but I’d like to get a little dirty here and there.
But lately, I had been jerking off almost daily. My wife refused to give me any pussy, and I was horny as fuck.
I had to travel for a work conference. To save money, my boss asked if I would share a hotel room with my coworker, Cameron. It didn’t matter to me, it was just a place to sleep. We’d be busy during the day at the conference and at night at networking events. And it was just three nights, so no big deal.
The first evening we had an icebreaker mixer. I worked the room and exchanged contact information. I talked to quite a few good-looking women. I needed attention so badly that just talking to them and receiving some forced feigned interest was making me horny. I know I was flirting with most of them without even trying, and if any of them showed real interest, I’d have gone for it.
What happens at a conference stays at a conference. My wife shouldn’t send me to one horny.
But, alas, I couldn’t seal the deal with any. I’d have to take a shower and jerk off.
Getting back to the room, I checked my work email and answered a few.
“You OK if I grab the shower?” Cameron asked.
“Yeah, go ahead. I need to answer that asshole Jackson on the IT project.”
Cameron was also in his 30s and married. We commiserated on occasion over lunch about our wives’ change in sex drive after we got married.
“She used to suck my cock all the time when we were dating,” Cameron once said. “Now she acts like she’s doing me a favor. What’s so hard to understand that a guy likes his cock sucked? I eat her pussy without hesitation.”
“Amen, brother!” I had said.
I heard Cameron in the shower and continued to work on project emails. The water went off, and I knew he was finishing up.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Cameron walked out, completely naked.
“I forgot my clothes,” he laughed. I don't know why he didn’t grab a towel, but instead, he walked past completely naked.
My eyes landed right on his cock.
I’d never really looked closely at another man’s dick in person. I didn’t do the whole locker room thing in high school, and it’s a rule you never let your eyes stray in a men’s room.
I realized I was staring at Cameron’s cock and immediately felt embarrassed.
Obviously, I’d seen many cocks in porn. While I’m not attracted to guys, I enjoy looking at big, hard cocks in porn while I’m turned on. I really liked watching a cock throb and shoot cum. Sometimes, if I am turned on enough, I find videos of just cocks shooting loads.
I guess being horny today and seeing a cock tapped into my porn-viewing habits.
Cameron walked past me and back into the bathroom. He came out dressed, and I avoided eye contact for the rest of the night.
But I couldn’t get the image of his cock out of my mind. It was nice and thick, with an attractive, pronounced helmet. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I was getting. I started wondering what it looked like hard. What did it look like shooting cum?
What is wrong with me? Damn, I need laid.
I went to bed with a semi, determined to not jerk off thinking about my coworker’s cock. But I remained turned on.
I woke up the next morning, and Cameron was still asleep. I looked over, and he was lying on his back with the covers kicked off. He had a big morning wood bulge in his underwear. My cock started stiffening as I stared at it.
I wanted to see it so badly. What the hell?
I started rubbing my cock while looking at his hard-on. Cameron moved, and I froze. He moved in such a way the head of his cock poked out of the top of his underwear. The head looked nice and smooth. It had a purplish tint to it. It must have really needed to shoot, too.
Suddenly, his cell phone alarm went off. He opened his eyes and looked around, getting his bearings.
“Hey man,” he said, looking at me. “Sleep well?”
“As best as you can in a hotel,” I said.
Cameron stood up. I realized he didn’t tuck his cock back in. As he stood up, it pushed out of his underwear so I could see most of the shaft. He walked to the bathroom and shut the door. How was he going to piss with that huge hard-on?
A few minutes later he walked out and started making coffee in the room coffee maker. I still had a hard-on from seeing him and decided if he could walk around with a bulge, I could too. So I stood up with cock straining against my underwear. I walked over to Cameron to pretend like I was checking what kind of coffee there was.
“Anything good?” I asked.
I stood with my raging hard-on right next to him and didn’t care. I wanted him to look.
“The usual stuff. You like Columbian or breakfast blend?”
“I’m good with whatever,” I said.
He took one of the cups and held it down. “You like this?”
I looked down, and he had the coffee cup right next to his underwear, pointing out with his own full-blown hard-on.
My heart raced. Is he thinking the same thing?
I grabbed the other coffee cup and put it next to my own tent pole. “Do you want to try this?”
Cameron moved his hands toward the cup and then suddenly grabbed my hard-on through my underwear. I instinctively reached over and pulled his underwear down to free his cock.
“I guess we’re both too horny,” Cameron said.
He stepped out of his underwear, and I took mine off. We stood there, naked, with raging hard-ons. He started stroking g my cock, and I started stroking his.
He had a very nice-looking hard cock, and it excited me to touch it.
Another man’s cock felt different than I expected. Hard, yet soft to the touch. It was so different from touching my own.
Suddenly, I wanted that cock in my mouth. I dropped to my knees and looked at the hard dick in front of my face. Fuck, it looked so delicious.
I grabbed it with my hand and held it. I moved in and licked the shaft quickly to see what it was like.
Cameron moaned, which encouraged me to continue.
I licked from the base to the tip. The cock felt smooth on my tongue.
“Suck it, man,” Cameron said.
I opened my mouth and lowered it onto the hard cock, feeling it slide along my tongue. Instinctively, I started sucking and bobbing my head.
I started exploring Cameron’s cock with my mouth. How I could feel the helmet outline with my tongue and the nuances of his cock as my lips slid up and down it. I couldn’t believe I was sucking a cock. Even more, I couldn’t believe I was enjoying it.
Suddenly, I tasted something sweet. It had to be precum. This turned me on more than I thought possible. I started to stroke my own cock while sucking his and enjoying the taste of his precum.
“Hey man, let me suck yours now,” Cameron said.
I didn’t want to stop sucking his cock. I was craving more of his precum, but I got up from my knees, walked over to my bed, and laid down. Cameron followed and slid between my legs. I watched as my cock slid into his mouth.
Fuck, it felt so good.
Cameron worked my shaft in a way no woman ever had. He sucked it like he wanted to and knew what to do with it since he had a cock too.
I started moaning and then caught myself. Maybe that was too much.
Cameron stopped and looked up at me.
“If it feels good, you can moan.”
I started to moan again and instinctively put my hands on his head. He moaned with my cock in his mouth, and I started to pump my hips a little.
“I need to suck your cock more,” I said.
He moved so that we were in a 69 position. I grabbed his cock and started to rub it all over my face. I just wanted to enjoy every inch of it.
“Did you think you’d be a cocksucker? “Cameron asked.
Something about him calling me a cocksucker made me suck him harder.
“Be a good cocksucker,” he encouraged.
I was determined to deep-throat him and please him. I took his cock deep and maneuvered so that it started to slide down my throat. I gagged on it, but I didn’t care. That turned me on too. I relaxed and experimented until it slid down without issue.
“Fuck, man,” Cameron moaned. “You like swallowing my cock, don’t you?”
I fucking loved it.
The two of us sucked each other like we couldn’t get enough. Unlike my wife, I sounded like the girls in porn sucking cock. The noises were fucking amazing.
I thought about what I liked to see in porn and tried to do it. So I spit on his shaft and stroked it. Then licked it all over.
His balls were looking more and more enticing, covered in my spit. His sack was tight, holding his balls up close.
So, I finally went down and licked his sack. It was an interesting texture on my tongue. As I licked, his sack started to drop some. I took his ball into my mouth and gently sucked on it. It was an odd sensation feeling his ball move around in the sack while in my mouth. Cameron seemed to like it because he moaned loudly. I let go of the first one and gave his second one attention.
Cameron reciprocated, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. My wife never touched my balls. She said they were gross. And here was Cameron, sucking my balls and licking my sack.
I went back to his shaft. I realized the more I sucked, the more I wanted his cum. I wanted to suck his cum out so badly and taste it. I tried mine a few times but didn’t really care much either way. But as I sucked Cameron, I wanted that cumshot.
“I want your cum,” I blurted out. Again I felt embarrassed. I never imagined I would say such a thing.
“Fuck man, I want to shoot my load for you,” Cameron responded. “I want your cum, too.”
Cameron reached down and started to stroke his own cock. I watched intently as his hand moved up and down the shaft. I licked at the head here and there to try to coax that cumshot out.
Cameron started to moan, and his helmet turned a deep purple. He was going to shoot. I opened my mouth and put it above the head. He grunted loudly, and I felt warmth hit my tongue. I immediately put my mouth over his shaft and could feel it twitching in my mouth as the cum spurted.
He clearly got sensitive, so I let him pull his cock out. I could feel the load of cum in my mouth. It was a nice size load. He must have stored it up.
I swallowed it. Fuck, it tasted good. Some sweetness. Some saltiness.
I immediately wanted more. I looked down, and more was dribbling from his cock. I swiped it with my finger and licked it off.
“Fuck, you really like that, don’t you?”
“Man, your cum tastes so good,” I replied, again embarrassed.
“How about you let me taste yours now?”
Following his example, I started to stroke my cock as he put his face near my cock.
“That’s it. Cum for me,” Cameron said. I watched him open his mouth and stick his tongue out, something my wife never would do for me. She didn’t like the taste of cum, and thought it was “disgusting” that I wanted to shoot in her mouth.
Seeing him wanting my cum sent me over the edge. I felt my balls begin to tighten.
“You want this cum?” I asked.
“Cum in my mouth, bro,” Cameron said.
I watched as a thick rope of cum shot out of my cock and onto his tongue. Then another hit his lips. I pumped as much cum as I could out into his waiting mouth. I wiped my cock over his lips and spread the cum over his face.
He swallowed and smiled.
“Yeah, that’s good. Who knew another man’s cum tasted so good?”
“This was your first time, too?” I asked, still breathing heavily.
“Yeah, I have been so horny since yesterday. And I liked that you looked at my cock last night. When I woke up hard, I figured I’d see where things could go. If we can’t get from our wives, may as well get off somehow.”
“I’d been thinking about your cock all night,” I said.
He leaned forward and kissed my deflating cock.
“Well, I’ll be thinking about yours the rest of today.”
“Yeah, we’d better clean up and get to the conference.”
I might have a semi all day thinking about the morning.