I had known Mitch for a long time, probably ten years. We worked closely together and were friendly, but not actual friends outside work. Well, Mitch eventually moved to another job, but was still in the same industry. We would bump into each other once in a while. Our two businesses starting working on a project together and our bosses thought Mitch and I could work well together, having been a team before.
Anyway, we had to spend several weeks in Orlando. To save money, our companies put us in a suite together, instead of springing for separate rooms -to save money and to keep the creativity flowing, they said. The suite was large and spacious...just like a really nice apartment. However, there was only one bedroom with two beds. But it was cool, we knew each other and had stayed together in hotel rooms before. The only problem is that I had this tremendous crush on Mitch and I had told him before he left to take his new job.
We had been on an overnight trip then and had had a few drinks. I had told him at the bar that I was gay. He was very cool with it. That's when I should have kept my mouth shut, but the drinks had made me brave. Knowing he would be leaving soon, I just blurted out that I had a crush on him and that he was definitely my type. He told me he was flattered but he was definitely straight and, of course, married at the time (he was now divorced). I was so embarrassed; however, Mitch never said another word about it and was gone the following week.
But here we were sharing a suite and a bedroom together for the few weeks and I was nervous. Mitch didn't seemed phased by the situation. He was pretty much an extrovert and nothing seemed to bother him. In business, he was pretty commanding and vocal; but outside work, he was generally easy-going.
As soon as we would get back to the room in the evenings, Mitch stripped down to his boxers and plopped on the couch. He would watch TV or go online until it was dinner time; then he'd throw something on. if we went out, or just eat in his boxers. It was driving me crazy. I would go to the bathroom and jerk off twice a day. If I didn't jack off, I'd have had a permanent hard-on watching him half-naked all the time.
Mitch wasn't a hot muscled model at all, but he didn't have a dad-bod either. He had a good shape -broad rounded shoulders, nice thick hairy chest, and some definite muscle. He definitely didn't have a six-pack; he had a slight tummy covered in hair. His blond hair was short on the sides and back, the top was always full of some hair product making it stick up stylishly. He had a Roman nose and crystal blue eyes.
As we each got busy with the project, we had more time apart and more time alone in the hotel suite. A few nights a week I worked much later than Mitch and he'd be winding down for bed or even in bed by the time I got in.
One night I finished early and was back earlier than usual. I carefully unlocked the door and slipped in. I walked down the short hallway, hearing the TV blasting some girl screaming. I peeked in the bedroom and saw Mitch completely naked, his boxers beside him, on his bed. He was jacking his rather large cock watching a porno of some guy roughly fucking some big-breasted chick. It was dark, except for the light coming from the television. The volume was turned up enough that he couldn't hear me.
He was on his bed on his back, a pillow behind his head so he could watch the porno. His big cock (it had to be a thick nine-inch cock) was shiny with spit and lube. One hand was pinching his left nipple, while the other stroked up and down his cock. Every once in awhile he would run his palm over his big, flared cockhead and groan.
Of course, I was instantly hard. It was risky, but I pulled my own dick out and started jacking it. I was in the dark hallway and the door was only cracked.
I spit in my hand quietly and rubbed it over the head of my prick as Mitch jerked his fat cock. I was mesmerized watching this hot hairy man pleasuring himself. I grabbed at my nip through my dress shirt, my body jerking as the pleasure on my nip ran down to my cock.
Mitch began to groan louder as his strokes got faster. It was too much for me and I cupped a hand over the head of my cock as cum shot out of me. I clenched my teeth as my hips jerked, filling my hand with cum. Mitch grunted and sprayed his own cum over his hairy belly and chest.
I grabbed a handkerchief from my pocket to clean up the mess I had made, and then snuck back to the door, opening and closing it loudly. The television went quiet. I walked back to the bedroom. I noticed a stained t-shirt on the floor beside Mitch's bed. He was sitting on the edge of his bed stretching.
"I fell asleep watching TV," he said as he kicked his t-shirt out of sight, a slight wet stain appearing on the front of the boxer shorts he was now wearing
The next Saturday we both went to a bar after dinner. Mitch had started up a conversation with a real busty chick who sat down beside us. I recognized her as being from the same hotel as we were. Mitch had pointed her out several times and would go on about how he really wanted to fuck her. It was kind of arousing the way he talked about planting his dick between her big titties and fucking them. I would laugh and tell him that his talk was doing nothing for me.
"Well, to be honest, you must actually like to hear me talking about it," he said as he pointed to my hard cock pushing against my trousers. "It's cool, man, entirely cool," he told me, pointing at his own hard cock snaking down his leg. He then waved his hand in front of his crotch and thrust his hips forward pretending to fuck.
Well, that Saturday he must have saw it as the time to make his move. I was getting tired and told him I wanted to just leave and go to bed.
"Don't wait up for me," he laughed. "I have a date with twins tonight." He mimed two breasts with his two hands at his chest. "Don't be jealous thinking about my big cock rockin' in that pussy later," he pretended to drunkenly slur and gave me a wink. He laughed as he pretended to jerk his cock and then pointed at me.
I gave him an exaggerated frown and shook my head. I told him to have fun and I left. I went back to the room and went right to bed.
I don't know how long I had been asleep when I started to wake back up. My eyes were closed, but I knew there was a lamp on in the bedroom. I could also her Mitch groaning. I figured he had struck out and was jacking off thinking I was sound asleep. I opened my eyes slightly, just enough that I could see Mitch's bed.
