Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 18:53:29 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Special Seminar"

WARNING!  This story contains graphic depictions of sexual
activity between consenting adult males.  If you are
offended by such material, read no further.   Also, if you
are under legal age, in a state or community where such
material is prohibited by law, or there is any other reason
you shouldn't be reading this.. Don't!

Oh yes, I should also tell you that this is a work of
fiction and imagination and any resemblance to any real life
persons (other than myself) or actual events is purely
coincidental,  etc. etc.


Special  Seminar

I was beginning to wonder why I had bothered to sign up for
this seminar, much less travel half-way across the country
and stay in a hotel that had definitely seen better days.
Here I sat, listening to some whiz-kid (or as my boss likes
to call them. one of those "evil MBA's") drone on about how
he has just found the solution to all the world's problems.
Well, maybe not all of them, but I'm sure he'd lay claim to
being able to fix at least 75% of them.

Oh..yes. I'm peter.  I'm a 51 year-old senior manager in the
purchasing department of a mid-size manufacturing company,
and I'm here in St.Louis at a conference on CRM (customer
relations management) - one of the latest and greatest buzz-
words in industry today.  My VP insisted I attend, "to see
if there is anything interesting, or new, to bring back.".

Well the only thing I've found interesting in the last
twenty-four hours or so was that guy a couple hours back.
Now he was interesting!  Not to listen too, however.only to
look at.  He was about 30 or 35, maybe 6'2" or 6'3", and
drop-dead gorgeous!  I didn't hear a word he said, but I can
tell you everytime he stood a particular way that made his
basket show up - even in a dark business suit! And that was
one nice looking basket!  I spent the whole hour wishing he
was into older men and I could get into those trousers!  Oh,
well.  No sense in continuing the self-torture.  I wonder
what else is sitting around out here in the room.

Hey, look over there to the right.  Not bad.  Looks
Mediterranean.maybe Italian.  Nice dark complexion and
already has a 5 o'clock shadow at 11:30 in the morning.
Must have plenty of testosterone.  Hmmm, I wonder what the
speaker said that made everyone chuckle.  Hey, nice teeth,
too.really white and straight. and that's probably what he
is, too.straight.  Oh, well..

Mmmmm, now that's a nice one over near the wall.  Really
rugged looking.  Almost looks out of place in the room full
of `suits'.   I mean, he's in a suit, but I bet he'd look a
lot better in an open collar shirt and some Dockers.  Oh,
yes, I'd definitely like to make that one smile!

Jeeze, how'd that guy get in here!?!  I should think the
ugly police would have stopped him at the door.  I can
remember once years ago that I got drunk enough that the
female army sargeant sitting next to me started to look
good, but I don't think I could ever get so drunk I'd try
anything with that guy!  Ouch!!

Say, now that one just to the left of the center aisle is a
definite `keeper'!  Oh, yes, baby..that's a definite `come-
up-and-see-me'.  Don't you just wish!!  It's out of your
league and most probably so `het' that he's phobic too.
.but I can dream, can't I.   Oh shit!  He just looked back
and looked straight at me!  Hey.he's still looking back at
me.  Do I dare?

Yes, I dare.  What's going to happen?  I don't think he's
going to jump up and shout "You lookin' at me?" in a room
full of professionals.  Besides, what's he looking at me
for?

I lifted my eyes up and looked directly into his.  He didn't
flinch.  He didn't look away.  He just locked on and looked
back.  Then, almost imperceptibly, he winked.  He winked!?!
Then he pulled his lips back in a very quick smile, and
turned back to look at the speaker.  I kept looking at him.
I couldn't take my eyes away.  What was going on?

As I continued to look in his direction, he glanced back
over his shoulder and - I thought - checked to see if I was
still looking at him.  Finally I was able to look away.  My
eyes started to wander over the rest of the audience,
checking things out.  Suddenly I had that funny feeling you
sometimes get when someone is looking at you.  I looked back
and, yes, there he was looking directly back at me.

Our eyes met again.and held.  Then he nodded his head
slightly toward me, smiled openly this time, and turned back
to face the speaker.  If that wasn't an
invitation.but.what.when.how.?  That's when I noticed that
the speaker had stopped and moved away from the podium.

"So if you have any other questions, I'll be up here by the
front during the break.  .  Please be back in fifteen
minutes for the next presentation," the speaker intoned, and
clicked the mike off.

I looked back across the aisle and could see his back in the
middle of the crowd that was making its way over to the side
doors to get out for a nature break.  I stepped out into the
aisle and moved up to the row that he had been standing in
and began to walk across there, hoping to see him up close.

At first I didn't see him.  Where could he have gone?
Then.there he was.the next row up. standing there looking
straight at me.

I stuck my hand out toward him and said, "Hi.name's Peter.
What do you think of this morning's program so far?"  I
still don't know where I got the balls to do that!  I guess
there are times that one's auto-pilot takes over and (for
once) works!

"Hi, I'm Judd. Judd Blair.  So far, I haven't heard too much
that I'll be `taking home' as they say.  What about you?"

"Me either.and it's Peter Cromwell.  I may just skip the
next hour and relax before lunch."

"Great idea.  Why don't you come up to my room and we can
chat."

Now how the hell did that happen?!?  Things like this don't
happen in real life.  Here is this gorgeous looking hunk
inviting me up to his hotel room.  Am I dreaming?  No, even
in my dreams I couldn't conjure up as boring an hour as I
just spent in that room.  He really is suggesting I come up
to his room!!  Do you think..?  Nah! Never happen!.
"Oh.hey.that sounds like a plan, Judd.  Let's go."

"Follow me.  ..and if we get separated, it's room 744."

"Okay.  But I'll be right beside you, so I don't know that
I'll have to come looking."

"Well.you know.crowded elevators and all that.  But stick
close."

. . . . . . . .

When he slipped the card key in the slot and the little
light turned green, I could feel my heart starting to pound
in my chest.  This isn't happening!  It can't be!  Is this a
joke?  Is this some kind of .whatever?

"Hey, Peter. you with me?  Earth to Peter.  C'mon in, guy,
and find a chair, I have to visit Mother Nature right now."

I somehow made my way into his room and walked over to sit
on one of the chairs at the small table in the corner by the
window.  As I looked around I noticed that from where I was
sitting, I could see into the bathroom through the
reflection of the closet door mirrors.  And there was
Judd.with a very nice additional feature showing.  He was
standing to the side of the toilet, rather than in front of
it.so my view was complete!

That was when I looked up, and, sure enough, he was looking
straight back at me.with a big smile on his face this time!
This time I decided to act.

"Mind if I join you," I asked as I walked into the bathroom
and stood on the other side of the toilet, unzipping my fly
and pulling out my own not-too-shabby manmeat.  ".if I
promise not to pee on your shoe?"

"Was kinda hoping you would," he said, still smiling
broadly.  "I thought I got the vibes when I looked at you
earlier, guess my `gaydar' is as good as ever."

That's when I looked down and saw he was also wearing a
wedding ring.  "Me too.  ..and I see we share the same
hindrance to our ability to express those urges."

"Yeah.  But when the cat's away.the cat can play.right?"

"You betcha.  Now let's get the hell out there and play!
Okay?"

"Last one with his clothes on has to be the bottom," he said
playfully, as he tossed his suit coat onto the chair and
started to loosen his tie.

"Hmmm," I thought to myself, "if I work this right, I can
lose that bet!"

..Maybe this would be a good time to tell you a little more
about us.  I'm 51 years old, married, with three grown
children.  I've known my sexual preference to be other men
for many years, but I chose to get married and have a family
anyway.  I'm about 5'10" and tip the scales at 190.  That's
perhaps a little heavier than I'd like to be, but it's
damned hard to keep it down at this age and I don't have as
much time to spend at the gym as I would like.  However, I
don't have any problem getting or keeping the `working
parts' up!  That's about seven inches long, cut, and has a
medium girth when standing up -- with a nice strawberry-
shaped light pink head.  .and, oh yes, I'm definitely a
bottom!  In addition to those attributes, I have large brown
eyes, am clean shaven, and have a full head of brown hair
that is cut fairly short.

Judd looked to be about 5-10 years younger than I, and, at
nearly 6feet, was to me `the perfect size'.  He had light
brown hair, hazel eyes, and was also clean shaven.   His
equipment it turned out, was only a little longer that mine,
but rather narrow (another `perfect size' from my viewpoint
since I don't want to get too badly stretched out, if you
know what I mean).  .but most importantly, he was uncut!
That's what I prize most!  There is just something about
that extra skin, the way it keeps the head moist and shiny,
and how great it can feel using it to do a little docking!!
.and the head was nice too.  I had seen it when he peeled
the skin back, shaking himself before at the toilet.  It was
more rounded, more plum shaped, than mine, and the piss slit
was large and wide.

When I looked up, Judd was standing there completely nude.
What a sight!  Nicely muscled.without being `ripped' -- or
whatever the gym rats like to call it.  Just the kind of
masculine body that's so wonderful to touch and taste!

"Looks like you lose," he said with a broad smile, showing
beautiful straight, white teeth.

"Oh, damn!" I said with a smirk as I stepped out of my
boxers.  "Geez, that's just too bad, I suppose.   .but
before we get that far, I have a few more ideas and things
to work on."

"Me too," he replied, stepping toward me, his now fully
erect manhood pointing up and swinging from side to side as
he moved.

When he reached me, he didn't stop or hesitate as he
encircled me with his wonderful hairy arms and pulled me
tightly to his lightly haired chest.  There was just enough
hair between his nipples that I could feel it rubbing and
tangling with the little bit on my own chest.  Almost
instantaneously, I felt his nipples harden and point into
me, and I felt a slight shudder run through his body.  Then
his lips met mine and we kissed.  Oh, how we kissed!

His hands ran up my back to the back of my head and pulled
my face against his.  Our lips ground into each others' and
both began to slowly open.  I felt the hot tip of his tongue
cross the boundary and make its way over and onto mine.
Then the war began to rage in my mouth!  I felt the same
shudder as before, only this time it was my body!

I wrapped my arms tighter around the back of his waist and
pulled his lower half tighter into mine.  I could feel the
heat of his hardened tool pressing into me alongside my own.
I moved slightly to put them together - underside to
underside - and then trapped them tightly between us.  My
hips began to move and cause them to rub together.  I felt
the cool of a slight wetness on my stomach and knew that his
foreskin must have been peeled down, exposing that shiny,
slick, blue-pink head.  Maybe he had even left a small
droplet of his pre-cum nectar on my bare skin.

Slowly I moved us over to the bed until I could push against
him and he fell back onto it.  As we broke apart I remained
standing and looked down.  Yes, there it was as I expected.
The plum-like head was bare and the skin was rolled back
behind it.and, yes, there was that drop of sweet nectar
shining like a small globe nestled in the slit.

I leaned over, reached in with my right hand lifting it up,
and touched the tip of my tongue to his man dew.  It was as
sweet as I expected it would be.  I opened my lips and
enveloped the head.  It was all every bit as sweet as the
nectar that I had already tasted.  My tongue wrapped around
and rasped the edge as I felt it pulse and swell in my mouth
and another drop of honey was laid on my taste buds.

Then I pulled up with my hand and rolled the loose skin
forward, enveloping both the head and my tongue. I
immediately began to run my tongue round-and-round inside
the protected hollow.  This elicited a response as he moaned
lightly, "Ooohhh, yessss!" and arched his back to raise his
throbbing member up to my ministrations.  "Ooohhhh, yesss!"
he repeated.

With my tongue still entrapped under his foreskin, I began
to bob my head slightly up and down and started to suck,
hollowing my cheeks so that the inside of my mouth tightened
around him.  I couldn't hold back any longer!! I drove my
head and mouth down over the entire length of his rampant
stallion's rod until it passed into my throat.

The smell of his loins was all around my face.  My nose was
buried into his soft bush of light brown pubic hairs.  My
right hand was flat on his abs, just above my nose, rubbing
lightly in small circular movements.  I reached between his
legs, now over the edge of the bed, and my left hand softly
began to stroke his lovely, cum-producing eggs in their
delightful purse of warm flesh.

I wanted to taste his man juice!  I didn't want to wait any
longer!!  We had time to recover and go for more before we
had to go back downstairs, and I was already counting on
tonight.  There was going to have to be more, but I wanted
what I wanted now and I was going to go for it.

There was no doubt now what I was doing!  My hands and mouth
were working together as a well-knit team to bring him over
the edge and let me taste his most personal offerings.  He
wasn't arguing, and he sure as hell wasn't complaining.

My head was bobbing up and down and my hands were caressing,
and touching, and rubbing, and enticing.  His eyes were
clamped tightly shut.  His breath was ragged and heavy.  The
index finger and thumb of each of his hands was twisting and
pinching one of his own nipples. He had begun to thrust
upward under my face, driving himself deeper into my throat
each time my lips reached the base of his sensuously soft,
but steel-hardened battering ram.  He was going for it too!!

My hands were everywhere I could reach.  Rubbing his thighs,
his abs, up his chest, along the sides of his magnificent
buns.  The feel of so much manly flesh was driving me insane
and I, in turn, was sharing the passion until he was as
tight as a violin string.  It was only moments before he
would have to release every bit of that pent up pressure.

I felt it pulse again.stronger than before.  It jerked even
more fully erect, if that were at all possible!!  It pulsed
again!!  Then I felt the head swell as it entered my throat,
and the first volcano-like eruption hit!!

"OOOOooooooohhhhh, mmmmyyyyyyy  ggggggoooooooddddddd!!!"  he
shouted.  "I'mmmmmm cummmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!!"  and cum he
did!!!  They were nice sized balls he had, but I would have
never believed they could make that volume of steamy hot
jizm!!  The first shot went right down my throat and felt
like it had completely filled my stomach.

I didn't move my head.  I stayed with him totally imbedded
in my mouth and throat and just began to suck and contract
every muscle that was in contact with his raging tool, as it
sprayed its contents with the power of a firehose.  Four
times I felt it swell and deliver its juicy load before I
pulled slightly back and allowed the next offering to fill
my mouth.  It tasted wonderful!!

I hardly managed to swallow that shot when the next was
issuing and filling me again.  For the size of it, the
amount of spunk it could deliver was incredible!!  I've had
a few really large men before, who had rewarded me with some
rather copious amounts.but they had nothing on this stud!!!
Another shot, and now it was running out through the corners
of my mouth and dribbling down the sides of his shaft.  One
more time if filled my mouth faster than I could swallow.  I
almost choked.but, somehow made it past the next one.  That
seemed to be the end of it.

I held him in my mouth and laved the head with my tongue
until I was fairly satisfied that he had finished.  Then I
lowered my head over him again to clean the sides down which
it had earlier run.  Then I lifted my head away and looked
up to his face.

His eyes were still tightly shut, his arms were flung out to
his sides and motionless, and there was a look of total
contentment on his face..almost a smile.  I looked down at
his now slightly less rigid member.  When I raised up
before, I had grasped him with my right hand and pushed the
skin down so that his shiny purple plum was again fully
exposed and glistening in the light.  I licked it clean and
then licked down and up the sides, the top, and the
underside.  I licked his ballsack to catch the little bit
that had made it that far, and then I put my mouth back over
the head and pushed the skin up until its lips were
`kissing' me.

I kept that position, with the loose skin pressing against
my lips, for almost a minute.  Then I lifted away again and,
edging myself up onto the bed, I lightly kissed his lips.

His arms reached up and around me and pulled me to him.
"Oooohhh, that was good!  Something tells me we are going to
be missing some meetings today, and might not even get to
the banquet tonight.  You with me, babe?"

"I'm right here.you delicious bucket of man sex.  The only
way you're going to get rid of me is to bodily throw me out
that door over there!!  ..  Now let's just lie here quiet-
like and see what comes up next."


Other stories by this author:   "Just Being Neighborly",
"Mall Walking", and "Warehouse Excursion".  Your notes and
comments are gratefully accepted, so let me hear from you.
CNJshore9 @ aol.com