The lead-up to a first experience - Sex Stories

The lead-up to a first experience

I'm a co-owner of a small company that makes promotional items. Things like coasters, mugs, hats... all sorts. We manufacture for companies that sell on to corporations. Keith is my partner. We have to travel a lot for the business. Trade-shows all over the country. Ever since the start-up we've been struggling to make a profit so we've cut costs wherever we can. Like sharing a hotel room when we're on the road. Twin-beds, of course. That was working out fine until our assistant screwed up and failed to book us a room. When we got to the hotel hosting the show we were attending, there was no reservation. The hotel was full, but the clerk looked for something and told us we were in luck. There was a late cancellation. A king room and he could arrange for a camp-bed to be delivered. Better than nothing and we gratefully accepted. We got to the room, unpacked and were both relaxing on the big bed in front of the TV when housekeeping showed up with the cot. It was tiny and looked uncomfortable and neither of us wanted to use it. Keith suggest we just share the bed and I agreed. We're both happily married and close friends and it was just one of those things. Nothing weird about it. We caught the afternoon session of the show and made some excellent contacts and a commitment for one of our biggest sales ever. We celebrated with a good meal and probably too much booze and then headed back to the room. We each took a shower and then turned in. My wife had forgotten to pack ...

... night-wear so I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. Keith wore pyjama bottoms. I'm in pretty good shape, but Keith was a swimmer in college. He has that tight-abs, broad shoulders, developed pecs physique. I'd had some thoughts about gay sex in the past, and was most attracted to the buffest male bodies in the porn I'd looked at. If I was ever going to have sex with a man - and I WASN'T! - Keith would be the kind I'd do it with. Except I wasn't. I was married, and straight, and the occasional wank looking at men fucking each other didn't change anything. We were on either side of the king-size bed and plenty of space between us. I didn't think anything about it and dropped off pretty much straight away. I came up out of my sl**p, feeling Keith's hand on my cock. It was sticking out of the opening in my underwear. And I was rock hard. Somehow I was also all the way over to his side of the bed. I pulled away from him, scuttled over and turned on my bedside light. "What the fuck, Keith?" "You started it, buddy" "I did not!!" "Sure you did, you were all the way over to me and had your arm around me when I woke up." "Really? But it happened in my sl**p, though. I wasn't instigating anything. Sorry, man." "It's OK." There was a pause.... and then he said "...can I be honest?: I was into it. I've never thought about you that way, but I do think about it sometimes. About what it would be like with a guy. Maybe I'm a little bi. And we're close friends... and you were touching me... I thought..." ...