Just One Bed

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My best friend John and I had been looking forward to our “guys skiing weekend” for months.

It had actually been years since he and I had done anything with just us two, without our wives and kids.

I met John in high school, and we’d amazingly kept touch through college. He was the best man at my wedding; his brother was his best man, but I was still happy to be there as one of the groomsmen.

Our wives and kids got along great; we often vacationed together in the summer, renting a big house on the water where we’d all play games and stay up until the wee hours of the morning. While we didn’t live close to each other, we Our families we

Unfortunately, flight delays due to weather, and making multiple wrong turns in the rental car meant we arrived at the resort much later than we had planned.

As a result, instead of the adjoining rooms that we had booked, there was only one room left in the whole hotel.

The girl behind the desk apologized profusely, and assured us that two rooms would be open the next night, but was steadfast that with it being high season there were no other openings.

“Does it at least have two queen beds?” I asked.

“No, sorry, it’s a king. This particular room doesn’t have a rollout either,” she said.

“What do you think?” I asked John.

John sighed, “Let’s just take it, I’m too tired to try and find a different place. Besides, we’ve known each other long enough that it’s not any big deal to me. You OK with it?”

“Yeah, it’s not ideal, but we can make do. We’ll take it.” I replied to the clerk.

Wrestling our luggage and skis down the long hallway, we finally found our room. Like we had expected, nothing fancy (we were there for the skiing, not the room), but at least there was enough room for all our stuff.

“Why don’t you shower first, John?” I suggested.

“Sounds good,” he said, and headed off to the bathroom with his shower gear and clean underwear.

After calling my wife to let her know we had made it there safely (and telling her about the fiasco ankara travesti with the delays and the single room), I laid down on the bed while I waited. At least the bed was nice and comfortable, and in fact I feel asleep.

John woke me when he lightly tapped me on the shoulder saying “your turn.”

I gathered my stuff and stumbled into the bathroom. I was glad to see there were several unused towels, so at least I wouldn’t have to try and dry myself with John’s soggy towel.

After my quick shower and tooth brushing, I put on my clean underwear and heading back to the bedroom area.

John was already sound asleep on one side of the bed, so I slipped under the covers on the other side and turned off the bedside light.

Sometime later I awoke from an erotic dream that I couldn’t quite recall. There was a little light leaking in the window, so not quite morning. That’s when I noticed that John was nestled up close behind me, with his arm around me, his stubbly chin against the back of my neck, and his very erect cloth covered penis between my ass cheeks.

I was shocked to say the least; neither John nor I had ever expressed any sexual interest in each other, or talked about being with another man. Like a lot of other guys I had fantasized about it in the past, but never did anything.

Another shocking thing was that my cock was rock hard too, and having him pressed up against me actually felt really good. In fact, I started gently moving myself back against him, feeling his chest move against my back, and his cock rub up and down across my butt.

I stopped when he moaned a little in his sleep; when he started grinding against me and nuzzling my neck I resumed my motions.

The hand that was draped across me started moving around my chest, and when his fingers grazed my nipple I let out a moan.

It must have been a little too loud, because he woke up with a start.

“Oh jeez, Tom, I’m sorry, I must have been dreaming I was spooning with my wife,” he said in a rush.

“It’s OK John. No ankara travestileri harm done,” I replied.

After a few pregnant moments, I said “I hope you’re not gonna be too freaked out, but it felt really good to me.”

“Seriously?” he asked.

“Yes. Look how hard my cock is.”

I saw him glance at the bulge in my shorts, then back up at my eyes. I looked down at his shorts, with the big bulge still showing, then back up at him.

“Would you like to do it some more?” I asked.

“I think so,” he said hoarsely.

I grabbed his arm and pulled it around me again, and nestled back against him. His hand started to tentatively explore my abs and chest, while his lips traced their way slowly up my shoulder to my neck.

My more fervent grinding against him emboldened his exploration, and his brushes across my nipple became tweaks, which elicited gasps of pleasure. All too infrequently his hand would brush across my engorged but covered manhood, bringing cries of frustration from me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he teased.

Moaning, I turned my head towards his, and he lightly kissed me. I had never thought about kissing a man before, but it was electric. I kissed him back; our kisses got deeper and more urgent, and when his tongue invaded my mouth I thought I saw stars.

Our tongues danced back and forth, dueling to see who could give the other the most pleasure, when I noticed John’s hand was at the top of my underwear. He broke off the kiss, and looking at me with lust he slipped his hand inside my shorts and grasped my cock unclothed for the first time.

“Oh. My. God.” was all I could gasp out.

He smirked, “I think you like that even better.”

Without a word, he pulled my underwear completely off, and began to methodically stroke me. I was speechless with pleasure, only able to make mewling noises as his hand slid up, then down, then up, then down my cock.

He stopped suddenly, and I was disappointed until I saw that he was taking his own underwear off. He climbed back travesti ankara onto the bed and started stroking me again, while shifting himself so I could easily reach his cock.

Reaching out and touching John’s hard penis was even more exciting than I thought; stroking him while he was stroking me was heaven.

I began moving my body around so I could suck John’s cock; John saw what I was doing and moved himself closer to my hardness.

I couldn’t take it any longer, and took John’s manhood into my mouth. It was a revelation of sensations; the salty precum taste, the clean masculine smell, the soft-and-hard texture of his cock, the sight of it disappearing, the slurping sounds.

John moaned loudly, and drew me deeply into his mouth. Our heads bobbed up and down on each other, first in a matching rhythm, then different, then matching again.

All too soon, it was too much for me to take; I took my mouth off him long enough to say, “I’m gonna cum.”

He moaned, “Me too – cum in my mouth.”

That was all it took. As I unleashed my first spurt I felt John’s cock swell and pulse in my mouth. The dual sensations of cumming and being cum in was indescribable. I just kept sucking and swallowing and cumming for what felt like forever, but finally John said, “Stop, I’m too sensitive to take any more.”

We laid back on the bed, catching our breath.

After a few minutes, John whispered, “Tom, can I tell you something?”

“Man, after what we just did you need to ask?” I joked.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to freak out,” he said earnestly.

“Ok, I won’t, what is it?” I wondered.

“Well, I’ve actually been sexually attracted to you for a long time, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I hope we’re still friends?” he said softly.

“I had no idea, John. And after all these years, of course we’re still friends. Honestly, I’m sorry we ended up waiting this long. Besides, I was the one that asked if you wanted to do it, so now it’s clear I’m at least as interested in you as you are in me,” I replied.

“I’m really glad to hear that Tom. Now we’ve got just one more decision to make,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Whether we really want that additional room that’ll be freeing up tomorrow,” he said with a grin, as he crawled towards me on the bed.

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