One day, while in a gay chat room on the Internet I met Roger. He actually contacted me after he visited my home page.
After having cyber sex that first night, we began exchanging pictures and e-mails. Within about two weeks, we began having phone sex on a regular basis. We shared the same curiosities, fantasies and went in the same direction during our chat room and phone sessions.
One day, Roger announced that he was coming to town and would really like to meet me. I didn't know what to do. I told him on the phone that I was nervous and that I had never met with someone from the Internet, nor had I ever had sex with a man.
He assured me that we would not rush things. Roger had never had sex with a man either, but we were continuing this non-touching relationship and this would be the first and probably the last chance to meet for a long time.
I thought about the possibilities of meeting with him and actually trying out our fantasies. The idea got me hot and I couldn't really think of a reason not to.
On our next phone session, I told Roger that I was indeed ready to meet and we made our preliminary plans.
He was to be in town for four days and would be here in three weeks. His company was paying for the hotel and no out-of-pocket expenses would be needed for the accommodations. I arranged to take the weekend and the following two days off from work.
Over the next three weeks, we spoke of and chatted about our plans for the weekend. Most of the time, however, we spoke of our fantasies and moaned over the phone or got our clothes messy while masturbating.
Well, Friday came and I went to the hotel we were to meet. I called Roger's cell phone from the lobby and he told me that he was in room 1705 and was waiting. I asked if he would meet me in the bar and we could have a drink. I told him that I would meet him at the front door of the bar.
He had to have been in the elevator by the time we hung up, because within three minutes he was walking up to me. We shook hands at the door and moved inside to get a table.
I spent a few minutes looking at the man I had been having a cyber relationship with for the past few months. All of our traded pictures left out the facial features to insure anonymity. In real life, however, Roger was very attractive.
He's about 5'10 and weighs around 175lbs. His brown hair is cut short and he has no facial hair. Blue eyes, nice smile with white teeth and a body that I could tell was in reasonably good shape. Oh, he has a nice butt, too.
I'm about 5'11" I weigh around 185lbs. I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm carrying a few extra pounds, but nothing gross.
We talked for a while had a few drinks and ate sandwiches. We talked about everything from politics to sports and women. A few times during our conversation, we smiled at each other, holding onto the stare for a moment. There were also a few times that our knees touched and the contact was held too. There was a definite tension between us, and I must say that it was pleasant.
After a few more drinks (mostly for me to loosen up), Roger asked if I wanted to go upstairs. I smiled and thought to myself, "here it is, the moment of truth." Would I go up and become intimate with him, or would I back out?
Roger stood up and asked: "Are you coming?"
I smiled and said, very quietly: "Not yet."
He looked confused and a little nervous. He was thinking that I wanted to stay in the bar. I smiled again, got to my feet and headed out of the bar. I looked over my shoulder and winked at him. He smiled and followed me to the elevator.
While on the elevator, riding up to the seventeenth floor, we stood next to each other with our backs to the wall. My thumbs were hooked into my pockets and my hands were slightly cupped and hanging free. I felt his fingers slide into my left hand and my heart jumped.
I turned to face Roger and he moved closer to lightly kiss me on the lips. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the pent up desire to be with a man. In either case, before I knew what I was doing, I turned to him and kissed him back.
It only took a second. Our arms were wrapped around each other and we were necking in the elevator. It was very sensuous. He sucked on my tongue and I lightly bit and sucked on his lower lip. Then our tongues were interlocked in my mouth and we were kissing with fervor.
Our ride ended and the doors opened. Roger left the elevator and I followed him to his room. Once inside, he turned and shut the door while I walked into the main part of the room.
Roger walked in and I became the aggressive one. I walked to him and put my arms around his neck. I tipped my head to the left and our lips met again. This time we were even more ravenous. Our tongues were inside and out and we were licking and sucking each other's lips.
Breathing hard, Roger stepped closer to me and placed one leg between mine. We both began to rub our crotches on each other. I could feel hardness on my hip and the feeling of his hip on my erection was wonderful.
His hands were lightly rubbing up and down my back and sliding closer to my ass each trip. He finally got the nerve and grabbed my right ass cheek, pulling me even closer to him.
My arms were still wrapped around his neck; I slid one hand to the side of his head and grasped his jaw. I could feel his jaw working while we kissed and it felt very sexy to hold a man's face in my hand.
Then I remembered, I left my bag in my car! I whispered in his ear that I had to go down to my car to get my bag. We broke our embrace and I quickly started to leave the room. I turned around, stood and looked at him. I slowly walked back, wrapped my arms around him and seductively kissed him on the neck.
I whispered in his ear, "Give me the key and get comfortable."
He slid the card to the door into my hand and I turned and left the room.
While I was in the elevator, I put the card into my front pocket and felt a wet spot that had formed in my jeans. I looked down and could see a slight dark spot on my crotch. I couldn't believe how turned on I was!
I got to my car, got my bag then went back to the hotel elevator. Back at the room, I slid the card in the slot and opened the door. The lights were off and I could see that the sliding glass door to the balcony was open; the sheer curtain was gently blowing into the room.
