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 that 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 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 he 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