This story is a fictionalized account of a true story. The names, dates, and places have been changed to protect privacy.
My name is Rob. I was 25 years old and married for almost two years at the time of this story. I was 6 feet 1 inches tall, 170 pounds. I had short red hair. I had a medium amount of red public, covering my balls, lower cock, and groin area. I had a "happy trail" of hair running up from my groin up to my stomach. My cock was 6 inches when hard and 4.5 inches in girth. I was circumcised with a big mushroom-shaped cock head.
My company had recently hired a new employee, David, whom I would train and supervise.
David was just out of college, 22 years old, and had been married for one year. David was the kind of guy that sex just dripped off of him. He always complained about his sex life with his wife. He said that she didn't know how to give him a blowjob or a handjob correctly. I also complained about my wife's sexual techniques as I have found that women never know how to give blowjobs or handjobs as good as a man can. He did this in a way that almost solicited me to come to his house and show her how to do it.
David was 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighed about 180 pounds. He had a solid build and had played soccer in college. He had sexy brown eyes and short black/brown hair, was clean-shaven, and had a moderate amount of brown hair on his chest, stomach, and groin. As I would find out later, his cock was circumcised, about six and one half inches long and almost five inches in girth.
David and I would go out for drinks after work about once a week. Our talk would frequently turn to sex, what we liked, how often we fucked or jacked off, and past sexual experiences. While neither of us admitted to having any gay experiences, we went right up to that line.
After working for the company for about six months, I needed to go on a business trip out of town. I told David to come along so he could learn the ropes.
Our tip was just a four-hour trip by car, and we would stay two nights. I arranged connecting rooms at an upscale hotel. While driving to our destination, I stopped for gasoline at a place that I knew sold geeky condoms out of a vending machine. You know the kind, such as "glow in the dark," "ultra ribbed," and the "French tickler." I bought a couple of each as I thought they might be an icebreaker during the trip. I also packed my "Tenga Flip Hole" masturbation device. I have found that most men have seen or used a Fleshlight, but few have seen or used any Tenga products, and it might be a conversation starter during the trip.
We arrived late in the afternoon and immediately went to the hotel bar for drinks. After consuming too many drinks and appetizers, we returned to my room and left the door between our rooms open. I mixed more drinks and asked David if he wanted to watch some porn videos on my laptop. "Hell yeah!" David responded. "I can't ever watch any at home as my wife would kill me. Before I was married, I used always to watch porn on my computer and jack off to it." He added.
I always have various cables for my laptop, including an HDMI cable. I used the six-foot-long HDMI cable to connect my laptop to the 55-inch television monitor in my room. I brought along my fabulous collection of porn videos on an encrypted external hard drive. The videos were organized into various folders, including "amateur straight college couple sex," "straight and bi couple sex," "amateur gay sex," and 25 or more categories. The videos looked great on the huge television monitor.
I started with videos in the "amateur straight college couple sex" category, then moved to the "straight and bi sex" folder. While watching, David provided a running commentary on the size of the men's cocks, how far each shot cum, and whether he had ever done the particular act depicted in the video.
I pulled out my novelty condoms and said, "Can you believe that they still sell these? I bought them for laughs at the gas station we stopped at." David said, "I haven't seen a condom vending machine since I was in high school. When we drive home, let's stop there as I want to take a picture of the vending machine."