A gay story: Convention Cum Cump
Greg was well aware that his actions were morally questionable, but his insatiable urge consumed him. He didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards his wife, but the lack of intimacy in their marriage left him desperate for release.
“Ride that dildo like it’s my cock,” boomed from the computer speakers. Greg paid little attention to the unknown voice, he was too focused on the pleasurable sensation of the plastic toy stimulating his prostate. His eyes were fixated on the screen, watching Ronnie’s vigorous display of self-pleasure.
“Almost there,” Greg moaned, pumping his hips up and down.
“Let go of that phallus, boy. Prove to Daddy what a devoted cock whore you are.”
The intensity of the stimulation drove Greg to the brink of climax. He rose and descended the phallus with fervor, and with a guttural groan, his body exploded, splattering jets of semen across his desk. As if on cue, Ronnie’s throbbing manhood released a stream of ejaculate, decorating his stomach and chest.
“Thank you,” Greg panted, sliding off the dildo, “I should clean up before my wife gets home.”
“Anytime. And if you ever find yourself in Seattle, hit me up. I’ll show you a real good time. Your body hair really turns me on, especially when I find out you’re married.”
As he tidied up, Greg contemplated his future. Despite being 45, he was in decent shape, and his body hair seemed to excite the gay men he connected with online. They were particularly drawn to his marital status.
In conclusion, Greg acknowledged that Ronnie was right. He needed to experience a real, fulfilling connection with another man, and he needed it soon.
Greg had always had doubts about his sexuality from when he was younger and he would sneak looks at other guys in the locker rooms. He had never been brave enough to act on anything, and when Louise came along it seemed natural for him to get married. Things were OK in the bedroom but neither seemed to have much interest, especially when it didn’t produce the desired results of children. Once Louise reached the age where children were no longer feasible, they stopped sexual relations altogether and recently moved into separate bedrooms.
It was when sex stopped altogether that Greg started looking at online porn and despite trying not to, he was drawn more and more to gay porn.
What started as looking at a few pictures of cocks soon developed into watching videos. It seemed a natural progression to exchanging pictures and videos in chat rooms and watching them with another person often a frustrated married man such as himself.
When a gay top commanded that he turn on his webcam, Greg had readily agreed provided he could keep his face hidden. The first time he mentioned this the gruff response was, “Not interested in your face, it’s you cock and ass I want to see… unless of course your mouth is round my cock.”
The slide was complete as he wanked for others finding their encouragement greatly erotic. He soon bought a dildo that he would use with great enthusiasm and glowed with pride at the praise he received when he shot his load hands free.
The one thing he had never been able to convince himself to do, was to take a real cock. He had tried adverts in the gay contact sites but there was nothing local. Even if there had of been then he wasn’t sure if he would have taken the risk with someone who might be a neighbour.
Then one day an opportunity from heaven dropped into his lap. His boss called him about the forthcoming national conference being held in Seattle that year. Greg had already started trying to reconnect with Ronnie to find out where in Seattle he was, so his bosses opening line sent a chill through him as he thought his plans may be dashed.
“It looks like there might be a problem with Seattle.” Greg waited in silence as his boss continued, “the plan was that the Chicago office was to travel together on the Tuesday and return on Friday afternoon but some idiot in logistics has fucked up the return portion. It means that we are looking for a volunteer to catch the flight back on Saturday and stay over an extra night.”
“It wouldn’t be the red eye would it boss?” Greg asked trying to sound cool.
“If you were willing to travel Saturday then you pick the time and we will even bounce you up to business.”
Greg wanted to scream yes but his boss must have thought his hesitation was reluctance. “Hotel is paid for, all expenses covered,”
“Sure boss, anything to help out.”
“Greg you are a star, don’t hammer the expenses too hard but feel free to give them a good slap.”
*****
Greg arrived at the convention centre and could see the place was a hive of activity with people bustling about. If he couldn’t get laid here, then he was never going to get laid. He had already researched the area and had discovered there was a gay sauna not that far away but he knew he would have to wait until the rest of the office had gone home.
After checking in, he unpacked in his room and something nagged at the back of his head about the decor. It suddenly clicked and logging onto the wi-fi he navigated to his favourite video site. He had some of the videos saved to favourites and one was called ‘Hotel 4 fun.’ In the video the bottom was joined by 4 guys in a hotel room who fucked him one after the other. Greg had lost count of the number of times he had masturbated to the video imagining he was the bottom. This time it wasn’t the hot sex that interested him, it was the location.
After a couple of pauses and comparing the screen to his surroundings he was pretty certain the video was shot in this hotel, in fact how hot would it be if it had been shot in this very room. He dropped his jeans and started to work his cock that became hard in his hand. Closing his eyes he pictured himself on the bed getting pounded, feeling a real cock for the first time. His thoughts were rudely broken as his phone pinged with a message from his boss, “Meet in bar in 15 mins, drinks are on the company.” Greg sighed and tucked his cock away as he knew things would have to wait until Friday.
*****
Day one at the convention was long and tedious with lots of welcome speech’s that seemed to go on for hours. Greg’s attention wasn’t helped by the hangover that had taken him most of the day to shift. He was bursting for a pee but as he went to leave, his boss stopped him to thank him again for his flexibility. Once he finally managed to escape, the place was virtually empty and he rushed to men’s room. As he stood at the urinals in the men’s toilets relieving himself he couldn’t help letting out a sigh of relief.
“Feels good don’t it?” Said a deep voice beside him and he turned to find himself looking at the rugged features of a well built man in his late fifties or early sixties. His closed cropped hair was half grey and his neat beard was almost all grey. Without thinking Greg found himself looking down at the man’s cock which he held in his hand.
“You looking at my pecker?” he drawled in a western accent.
Greg was speechless as he felt himself panic. The man could call security and have him branded as a pervert or based on his physique beat him to a pulp as they were the only people in there. Instead the man just worked his foreskin back to reveal the head of his cock that was rapidly growing in his hand.