I work for a small engineering firm and travel often on business. Our firm usually sends two or three people to oversee construction jobs at various locations. We typically stay at small hotels for a week or two at a time, so you end up getting to know the other crew members pretty well. It was one of these trips that changed my life. I'm not one of those people that say they never thought about sex with another guy before. I had thought about it and the idea turned me on but it was not something that I ever thought would be something that I'd act on, more just a curiosity that turned me on, at least in part, because of how out of character it would be for me.
I was in charge of a job in a town a few hours from our home base and would be staying for the week and then coming home for the weekend. A young field engineer named Ken was assigned to the job with me. Ken and I had worked together and I knew he was a pretty good guy. We both liked to go out and have a few beers and enjoy ourselves a bit while we were on the road, so I knew it would be a decent job. Like I said, spending all that time on the road together, you just get to know each other and throw in a few beers and pretty soon you know a lot more about each other than even a lot of your friends know.
We'd been in town for a couple of days and we'd gotten into a routine of having something to eat and then grabbing a few beers and just shooting the shit for a while. It was after more than a couple beers that the subject of women came up, as it often does, and Ken shocked me by telling me that he was gay. I didn't really know what to say and just assured him that was fine with me and that I didn't have any problem with it. After getting back to my room that night, I couldn't stop thinking about it. For some reason, the thought of Ken having sex with another guy was an image that I just couldn't get out of my head. It wasn't long before the guy that I was picturing having sex with Ken was me. I didn't know what to think about all this going through my head, but I kept coming back to images of me sucking Ken's cock. I became so turned on that I began stroking myself and shot a huge load all over my chest while I fantasized about what it would be like to see Ken's cock and take it in my mouth and suck off another man.
The next day at the job site, I couldn't look at him the same. Every time I looked at him, I thought about what he looked like naked, what it would be like to have sex with him, the knowledge that he had sex with other guys was so erotic and I was so curious that I had a hard-on the whole day. We found ourselves out for drinks again that night and I could hardly restrain myself from asking him about it. After a couple of beers, I finally broached the subject. I tried to be casual about it, but I knew that I came across a little awkwardly. I knew it was a little more obvious than I wanted that I wanted to talk about it. At first, I just asked him how long he'd known he was gay, but eventually, the questions became more detailed and I felt like I could see a little bit of a look from him that said that he knew how curious I was about it. He answered all my questions, though, without really letting on what he was thinking. After we'd been there a while, he said very casually, "well, it's about time to get out of here." We'd had a few and had to work in the morning, so it really was about time to call it a night and we headed back to our rooms. As we approached our rooms, which were side by side, he said, "Why don't you come in for a few minutes." I figured what the hell, may as well sit and have another beer before packing it in, so I went into his room with him.
When we walked in the room, he went straight to a chair and sat down and simply said, "Strip for me Tom." I didn't know what to say and just looked at him. "You ask too many questions to pretend you don't want it," he said very confidently and casually. My stomach clenched tight in a knot and I still couldn't speak. I just stood and looked at him with a "deer in the headlights" look. He knew more than I could yet admit to myself. "Strip, now. I won't give you this chance again."
I began to unbutton my shirt and he smiled. "I knew you'd do it," he taunted me. I didn't know, but he seemed to.
I stripped and stood before him. I was embarrassed and uncomfortable but my discomfort seemed to turn me on even more. "Get on your knees," he said and I dropped to my knees. I didn't know where to look. I couldn't make eye contact with him, I was just too embarrassed. He quickly solved my problem by saying, "look at your cock." I could not, but I knew. "I said, look at your cock." I looked down and my cock was raging hard. I could feel every beat of my heart as it coursed through my head, my gut and most of all through my throbbing cock.
"You're hard thinking about having my cock in your mouth, aren't you?"
I couldn't help but nod my head.
"Don't you nod your fucking head at me, say it," he barked.
I could barely speak but I found myself forcing out the words, "my cock is hard thinking about having your cock in my mouth." I couldn't believe these words came from my mouth and I couldn't believe how true they were.
