When I awoke in the early morning I was feeling horny, still pleasantly excited from the previous evening and wasn't surprised to feel my erection pressing hard against the shorts I was wearing. The latter part of the previous evening had been spent drinking and talking to Bob and Tony about anything else that came to mind but mainly sex. From his manner and the way he behaved, it had been obvious that Bob was a little shy and unsure of us, and had eventually when pressed by Tony, admitted they he'd never had sex and might even possibly be attracted to men, maybe even curious to find out what it was it was like. On hearing this, I knew Tony would be more than interested as we'd known and worked with each other for some years and were good friends, although within a short time of meeting him had realised he preferred male company. This had manifested itself after one particularly heavy drinking session when he had been commiserating with me when Jane had walked out on me and he'd actually come onto me.
Although at first I hadn't objected and we'd even fumbled around a bit with him stroking my penis to an almost immediate erection, which I had to admit wasn't unpleasant but when matters had progressed and he'd tried to get me to reciprocate I got frightened and drew back. He'd stopped immediately and was apologetic when I made him aware that it wasn't really my scene but that finished our evening and although the next few days at work were a little difficult we'd managed to put it behind us and had remained good friends so when we were invited to attend the company conference I didn't have any reservations about sharing a room with him.
Strangely my cock became a little harder as thoughts of that evening returned, and reaching down wrapped my hand around it, stroking up and down the shaft whilst playing with my balls with the other, slowly massaging and rolling them in my fingers. Closing my eyes and without realising it began moaning with the enjoyment my fingers were giving me and also how at first I'd found it soothing when Tony had embraced me. He had run his hands down my back and I'd hardly become aware of him guiding me over to the couch, all the time reassuring me that Jane would return and after replenishing my glass his hand had casually brushed my inner thigh and when I hadn't reacted he slowly moved it over my crotch. As we continued talking I'd found the circling of his fingers quite pleasant, even relaxing and enjoyable and sank back into the couch. As his fingers began drumming over the increasing bulge in my jeans oddly I'd found myself getting excited, even hoping that he wouldn't stop.
"Want another drink to drown your sorrows or are you okay?"
"No, I'm okay" and taking this as a seal of approval, his fingers found my zipper.
Although realizing I should stop him I'd allowed him to unzip my jeans and slide his hand in,
"Ummm..., you feel good."
Gasping with sheer pleasure as his fingers ran over my already erect cock, almost immediately cool air flowed over my cock as he eased it from my fly, and slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth began he'd began jerking me off. I was enjoying it so much that he easily pushed my briefs down without me objecting or even trying to stop him and they soon joined my jeans around my knees. It was weird looking down to see another guy's hand wrapped around my straining erection but for the first time didn't feel embarrassed or self-conscious about my lack of size and just continued getting pleasure from what he was doing and hadn't noticed he was also undressing himself. I gasped when he guided my hand to his naked cock and at first was a little repulsed and pulled away but he squeezed my cock harder and whispered "Its okay...don't worry, you'll like it..., it'll make you feel better." He took my hand again and closing it over his shaft, whispered "ummm...feels so good... just pull it..." guiding my fist back and forth.
Soon the warmth and hardness of him felt good and when he removed his hand curiously I left mine there, it felt huge, and eventually when I plucked up the courage to look down saw that it was at least a couple inches longer and thicker than mine with a bubble of precum already oozing from its slit. Slowly but surely I began enjoying the feel of another man's cock under my fingers and drawing his foreskin over the head smeared some of his precum down its length bringing low groans of pleasure from him which somehow spurred me. Encircling my fingers, just the way I pleasure myself, under the ridge of his purplish cockhead I drew them down to the base of his shaft into the soft brown curls of his pubic hair.
"Umm....marvellous...don't stop..." he cooed as I increased the speed of my hand, pulling the foreskin hard back and rubbing my thumb over his leaking slit just the way I like Jane doing it to me.
I'm not sure how long we were jerking each other off but soon we were both breathing hard and knowing that soon I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer I was looking forward to cumming. That was until, without warning Tony had sunk to his knees, slipped between my legs and lowered his head to draw my cock to his lips. Realising what he was about to do stopped me dead and suddenly seeming to come to my senses, feeling shock, horror and even repulsion at the thought of another guy giving me a blow job pushed him away, with my erection already quickly flagging.
Despite his pleadings, protestations and apologies that had been the end of our little tryst and I'd quickly dressed and left, although I must admit when at home and in bed alone I was in a state of turmoil, feeling revulsion yet somehow a little disappointed and frustrated that I hadn't gone a little further and couldn't resist the urge to jerk myself off. It had been one of the best orgasms I'd had with copious amounts of cum streaming high in the air before splashing down on my chest, nipples and cock.
I'm not sure why but over the following months despite getting back with Jane I experienced more and more frustration that Tony had taken my no for an answer and not given me the blowjob. As these feelings grew so did the fantasies, especially when Jane was going down on me and when I was alone I began masturbating wondering if I would have reciprocated Tony.
By now I was really getting horny and without thinking where I was, began, pumping my fist up and down my hard cock, almost immediately feeling the first precum oozing around my tip. The wetness quickly spread all over my shaft making it slippery as it became hot, throbbing and swollen almost to bursting point. Meanwhile my other hand travelled from my balls, up the sensitive underside of my cock to squeeze more precum all over it. Without a doubt I now knew that almost certainly I wanted to be with Tony again, feeling, even maybe tasting his lovely cock and began wondering how I could contrive it because I knew that he wouldn't make the first move in case I rebuked him again.
Hearing the rustle of sheets, instantly remembering where I was, immediately stopped rubbing the underside of my warm glans and began to cover up before glancing over to see where Tony lay in his bed. The sheets had ridden back during his sleep revealing he was stark naked, obviously having stripped off the shorts he'd donned the previous evening for my benefit to sleep in. My eyes were instantly drawn to his thick smooth erection, with its engorged head rearing up towards his stomach I knew I just had to hold it again. For a few moments I remained still but realising he was still asleep returned my hand to my cock infatuated by his tumescent cock which I was finding irresistible and the urge to touch it again was intense, especially when he rolled over to face me showing beads of precum oozing from his slit..
Although I knew I was heterosexual, somehow I found him irresistible, debating with myself for a few minutes whether to do anything or not, but on a sudden impulse tentatively leant over to run a finger slowly up and down the underside of his cock. Only moments later he quietly groaned and mumbled what sounded like my name, which startled me and immediately I backed away, although when he just sighed and drew his legs up slightly I couldn't resist the urge to start rubbing it again, so carefully as I could, so as not to awaken him I caressed his cock.
Rubbing up and down his shaft lubricating it with his precum with my heart thumping in my chest I listened and watched acutely for any reaction from him, all the time jerking myself off, having pulled my aching cock free from my shorts, and looking down saw clear precum streaming from my own slit.
Suddenly the alarm clock shrilled and my heart almost stopped as he stirred giving me only seconds to scramble back to my bed and draw the covers up.
"Arghhh..." he yawned rolling on his back, his hands meandering down to his wet erection "ummm...bloody clock, was having such a horny dream....."
"Hi, Tony, you okay?"
"Oh Christ, forgot where I was for a moment, err sorry about this....," he smiled looking down at his shiny cockhead. "Was having such a lovely dream, was your ears red?"
"What?" I blurted out.
"Just joking, but looks as though you were...., err doing the same....." not finishing the sentence, still smiling he glancing away from me to his cock and then back to the tent my cock was still making in the sheet.
"Well, I... I... I...," I stammered, and for a moment thought he hadn't been asleep all the time and blushed.
