After spending a majority of the morning sucking off one of my closest friends, I spent a few quiet moments sitting on my bed, back in my own hotel room, trying to comprehend what happened. I nervously twisted my wedding ring around my finger, anxiously thinking about the pictures I had allowed Brad to take of me. What was he going to do with them? What if one of them found its way back to my wife?
All the sensations I had just experienced came flooding back to me. The warmth of Brad's stiff cock in my mouth and his manly scent when my face was buried deep in his lap were so vivid it was like it was happening all over again. Then there was the hot feeling of Brad shooting his cum over my face. The taste of Brad's seed was still on my lips and in my mouth. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about how unreal the whole experience had been. I couldn't believe I had let it happen.
I stood from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I still looked like the same David when I looked in the mirror (except to my shock I still had globs of Brad's cum in my hair). My cock was begging for attention because I had rushed from Brad's room without shooting a load. I wrapped my fist around my dick and started to slowly pump. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of my hot throbbing cock sliding through my hand.
I moaned. The feeling of my hand on my dick and the memories of what happened that morning were too much to handle. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. I tried to ignore it, desperate to get off, but as soon as the first call stopped my phone started ringing again. Annoyed I left the bathroom and searched the room for my cell which I finally found under my pillow. It was my boss, probably wanting to meet up to discuss everything that we had learned (or I was supposed to learn) over the morning and to strategize for the rest of the conference.
The call acted like a cold bucket of water on my libido. What the hell was I doing? What happened with Brad never should have gone down, and as I rushed to get ready (including a quick shower to make sure none of Brad's cum remained on me) I told myself that it was a case of temporary insanity and that it would never happen again.
For the rest of the day I lost myself in my work. I went to several lectures and meetings with my boss and coworkers. Thankfully I didn't see Brad in any of them. I wasn't sure what I would have done if I did. The few times my mind wandered to my morning activity I sprung a throbbing boner that threatened to bust out of my pants. I felt like I was back in high school as I tried to hide it with my laptop or some pamphlet we had been given.
I got back to my room around 6:00 and called my wife. Just hearing the sound of her voice made me feel guilty. Halfway through our chat my phone beeped and I looked down to see that Brad was trying to call me. My heart started racing and I quickly told my wife that I had to leave to for a dinner meeting. I kept telling myself not to pick up his call because it couldn't turn out well. I never wanted to see him again. Despite my mental protest, my fingers pressed the answer button.
"Dave, it's Brad. I was wondering if you wanted to go out and get some dinner tonight. We can swap stories about how boring our afternoons were," said Brad. His tone was completely casual, as if this morning I hadn't been kneeling down before him with his man meat in my mouth.
"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked. If Brad could play this cool, so could I. Maybe he never wanted to take about it again either.
"Just come over here in like 15 minutes and we will figure it out."
I hung up the phone and nervously paced my room for the next 5 minutes trying to decide what to do next. I wrote half dozen texts to Brad backing out of our plans but didn't send a single one. Eventually I undressed and jumped in the shower, my dick had been hard since Brad called and I kept the shower blasting cold to try and get it under control. When I got out I pulled on a clean pair of tight black boxer briefs, jeans, and a black polo shirt.
I knocked on Brad's hotel room door and when he opened it up he was standing with just a hotel towel wrapped around his toned waist.
"Sorry, I'm not dressed buddy but I lost track of time in the shower. I would feel embarrassed but you've seen it all before," he said with a wink.
I followed him into the room and sat down on his bed. Brad dropped his towel exposing his soft member. Without thinking I licked my lips watching his dick flop around as he bent down to grab some clothes out of his suitcase. Brad didn't say a word as he pulled on a clean pair of white boxers, jeans, and a tight t-shirt that accentuated his impeccable upper body.
I just sat there watching the show wondering if Brad was ever going to bring up the elephant in the room . . . but he never did. He just stuck to small talk about his day and boss. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Brad rushed over to answer it. When he returned he led two men back with him.
"Dave, this is my friend Eric. Eric this is Dave my friend I told you about, who I worked with before I transferred," said Brad introducing me to the first man. Eric looked to be around the same age as Dave and I. He had brown hair that was short and shaggy and his face had a few days of scruffy growth on it. Eric wasn't out of shape but nowhere near as fit as Brad was, I could tell there wasn't a six pack hiding under his navy blue t-shirt. I stood up and shook his hand, and he had a nice firm handshake. My mind was racing, wondering what exactly Brad had told him about me.
"Eric and I have been working closely together since I transferred. I think you guys would really hit it off. And this is his son Timmy. Timmy just started at the company fresh out of high school," Brad said as he gestured towards Timmy. Timmy looked young and not anything like Eric. I would have never guessed they were related. Timmy was taller than his dad and muscular. I wondered why he wasn't playing basketball in college somewhere. Timmy had a shaggy mop of red hair on his head that hung into his eyes.
The four of us went to a restaurant a few blocks away. I learned that Eric was married and had gotten his wife pregnant their first year of college (which explained how he had a kid that was out of high school). Eric had gotten Timmy a job with our company so he could save up money for college and start his life with his fiancé. Timmy had been offered a basketball scholarship to one of the local universities but turned it down because it wasn't enough to cover all the costs and he didn't want to take a huge loan. He and his fiancé were high school sweethearts and had gotten engaged on graduation day.
Brad and Eric both bought a round of drinks for the table. After awhile I got up to get the next one and realized for the first time I didn't have my wallet. I couldn't remember for a minute where I left it until I thought back to this morning. My wallet had been in my pocket and must have fallen on the floor in Brad's room. Brad agreed to cover my costs but made me promise that I would pay him back. He kept smirking at me after he said that and my mind began to wonder exactly how I was going to get even with him.
After a few rounds of drinks and very little food, Eric decided that we should play a game which each guy had to talk about his last sexual experience. My eyes locked with Brad and he tried to nonverbally tell Brad to not talk about what had happened that morning.
Eric started the game by telling a filthy story about his wife. I knew that my wife would never be into the costumes and toys that Eric said he and his wife got into. Then Timmy told a story about how his fiancé had surprised him a few weeks ago by bringing home one of her cheerleader friends from high school and they had a three way.
