Well, I will say I did not expect this... See, it all started on a recent conference trip for my job. We were in St. Louis for the conference, and due to budget issues, I had the pleasure of sharing a room with my co-worker Jim (I will call him Jim, to protect his privacy).
We had the usual conference boredom - hour after hour of people telling us how to do things new in our job - which management would promptly reject. So after the sessions were done I decided to go walk downtown and find a nice place to eat and - importantly - have a good beer.
Jim came along with me as he too was in need of a stiff drink. He's a pleasant fellow, tall, lean and fit. Of course, with the size of our company I never interacted with him much. But he seemed like a nice guy - IF I had to share a room with someone, he'd be fine.
We spotted an Irish pub downtown, and Jim insisted we eat there. I was introduced to "bangers & mash," a delightful dish. And the beer - wow. I just kept trying draft after draft of good Irish beers. Fantastic.
Feeling good, we sang songs from the 80s' out loud as we walked back to the hotel downtown. "Come on Eileen" was our favorite, even if neither of us knew many of the lyrics. He looked at me, and gave a jerking-off motion as he sang the chorus, and I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.
Back in the room, Jim brought out a bottle of good Russian Vodka. I hurriedly fetched glasses and ice and we were well on our way. After a few drinks, I announced it was time for me to shower and go to bed. Jim gave me a "boo" as I grabbed my undies and headed for the shower.
In the warm water, I washed myself, and thought of the evening. Jim was much more than I had expected. I never imagined myself with another guy - but I had to admit, Jim was pretty good looking and had a nice body.
With these thoughts still in my head, I put on my fresh undies and went out to the room. I usually sleep with a t-shirt, but I acted more daring this time and went with my blue briefs only.
Jim was watching TV, and promptly arose as I crossed to my bed. "I'll take the next shift," he said heading into the bath.
I lay atop the bed, and I kept thinking about Jim. His rugged good looks. His eyes. His smile.
I forced myself to stop dwelling on it. After all, we were co-workers. Nothing was ever going to happen, right?
Jim emerged from the bath a few minutes later. He had a towel wrapped around him, which to my surprise dropped to the floor as he reached his suitcase. He stood there naked as he dug through the bag for his underwear. His back was to me, and I could not help myself from looking at his tight ass. But what really caught my eye was the full frontal reflection in the hotel mirror above hid suitcase.
His cock was perfect in every way. Long and well hung, it seemed to have a rhythmic dance to it as he looked through the suitcase. He was circumcised, and it seemed like his cock was 9 inches long. Wow.
My initial response was an immediate flow of blood to my own cock. It was totally involuntary, and even surprised me. But then I reached down and pushed my cock down so as to not present a tent if Jim looked my way.
Just then I caught movement in the mirror, and realized that he was looking at me. Busted. He had clearly seen me subduing my own erection in the reflection. I glanced away, but the deed had been done, and now the game was on. And the ball was clearly in Jim's court.
He said, "Oh, there it is," as he pulled out a tiny pair of briefs. They were bright orange, and could only be described as a thong - or banana hammock. He pulled those tight briefs on and spun around, daring me to look at his fantastic package.
"I hope this is okay," he said with a knowing smile. "I like to be comfy when in bed."
"Looks good to me," I said. What the hell? My mouth opened up before my brain engaged - again. I was mortified. But, I kept my mouth shut and pretended to watch TV.
Jim walked over to the split between the beds, and sat down on his side facing me. I was still propped up on pillows facing the TV.
