Somehow conversation shifted and drifted and before I knew It were were several beers in and the question was asked about a fantasy that we had never shared with anyone. I said that I did not know, I would have to think about it. This was not inaccurate because although I had worked with him for a few years, we hardly knew each other and so I wanted to keep things friendly. Things went quiet for a bit though and in the end I asked what his was then and he just laughed, telling me it was very vanilla in the schema of things. After some encouragement he explained that he really loved wanking and he often lay in bed next to his wife thinking about wanking off in front of her. I just looked at him and he slowly added, “As in she in just there, maybe kneeling or sitting and I just want, to her face.” I was not trying to be awkward, but I was genuinely surprised but the admission, not in the least because he often spoke about Sue, his wife with such reverence, this was a real tone change. He laughed, saying it was crazy and I finally summonsed some word and said not, it sounded interesting and to tell me all about it. And so he did, with me throwing in the odd question here and there and I soon managed to see that he did not have a very busy sex life and how she was very timid of his dick. Timid seemed an odd word to use and when I asked about he blushed, “she says it is too big,” he whispered. Well now I was intrigued as you can imagine and so I lowered my voice; the bar was busy and noisy, but I kind of wanted him to lean in a bit more. I talked his fantasy back to him, relaying the main points, but deliberately making it not about her. “So on their knees?” I said/asked, “and you just there, pulling on your big dick, right in front of them, right near their face?” He nodded with what seemed to be a guilty look on his face so I broke character to reassure him, speaking really close to him, “Really, it is okay, perfectly natural,” and I laughed for him, “Hell, like I would tell anyone!” He laughed a little as well and I continued, “So when you are doing it, is she into it?” He looked awkward before he replied. “Well kind of,” he said and I just looked at him and now he looked at me and after a little while I just said to him, “Fuck that is hot,” and he just stared at me and me at him. “How big is it?” I asked. “What?” “How big,” and I looked around to emphasise that there was no one near us, “Your dick, how big?” His face flushed red and he did not know what to do or say, “If it was me,” I continued, “And it was big, I am not sure what I would do!” Words failed him and he looked at me. “You-… what…?” “Oh gosh,” I said looking right in his eyes, “lol, forget I said it, I was getting carried away for some reason!” “Have you….” he stared to ask but his words got lost and he just took a drink instead. I wriggled in my seat, it had been a long day and I wanted to go to bed, but I had not expected the evening to be heading in this direction. He seemed to read my mind. “It is getting late,” he said, “Should probably turn in. “I guess so,” I replied, “I imagine you have something you want to do before you call it a night.” Things went quiet then and we finished our drinks and fifteen minutes later I was in bed. I feel wired and wide awake, and yes, so horny. I held my phone for what felt like ages so tempted to text him. When it vibrated in my hand it made me jump! It was Tom. Tom: Thanks for a good chat this evening. Me: No worries, I though you would be busy about now? Tom: Busy? Emails and yes, just phoned Sue to say goodnight. Me: And bedtime now. There seemed to be ages before the next reply, my heart was racing. Tom: I told her I was horny, she said I was a nutter, it was late and time for sleep! Me: And are you doing what she told you? A while again. Tom: No Me: If she was there, would she be telling you to stop, lol Are you picturing her all disapproving, lol Tom: Something like that. I pulled some more on my cock, I was so hard. Tom: You said you would you would tell me to stop too. Me: Lol, did I? Me: I think I said I would probably agree with her, you said it was too big. Tom: Lol Another long gap. I was breaking a few rules of my own here, but I was horny and alone which is always a bad combinations, or a good one depending on how you look at it! Tom: You also said it was hot. What made it hot for you? I fell like he was tuning in to me more and more with each message. Me: Are you doing it? Tom: What? Me: Are you wanting? A delay. Me: Are you picturing Sue? Tom: Not exactly. Me: You never did tell me how big you are. Tom: What are you doing? Me: Nothing. Tom: ShallI leave you to go to sleep? Me: I am not sleepy. A delay. Tom: Nor me. Tom: What is your room number? Oh my god, it was happening. Me: 1602. Why? Tom: My room has a chair, does yours? Me: Yes Tom: I am so turned on. Are you? Now it was my turn for a delay, but it was because Iw as quickly freshening up and shaking off my boxers. Me: Yes. Yes I am. Tom: Good. Me: What do you want? My heart was pounding in my chest now as we swapped a couple more messages and then I turned the lights down apart form a small one but the bed side, lodged the door not he latch and then sat int he darkened room waiting. My ears seemed to pick up every movement and sound in the whole darned hotel until finally line flooded in as the door eased open, his full frame filling t doorway before the light shrunk back away. He clicked the door shut and there was just enough light for me to see him push his jeans down and pull out his cock. The silence filled the room easily as I sat there quivering with excitement, naked as he stood about a foot before me. He stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his tee. His cock was thick and hung heavily and I became aware fo his heavy breathing as he started to pull on it. Was feeling it so bad, but I managed to stay in character. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “Do you like it?”he said. “Please you should stop? I cooed and he groaned some in response. “Shhh,” was his answer, “We both know this is what you want, what we both want.” And even in character as I was I found it very difficult to argue at this point! He was mostly silhouette where he stood and when he adjusted his position slightly I made out the full size of him, he was about 7 inches and thick with it. I moaned quietly. “What are you doing?” I enquired and he reached forward to stroke my hair, “are you wanking, are you going to come?” He stayed silent but hs breathing increased and I could hear the thwacking of his fist around his dick. It was unbearably sexy now andI found myself rubbing my own cock. “Are you going to tell me not to?” “I should,” I said coyly and no longer able to follow the stuff we agreed earlier, “But I want it…” He moaned now and I leant forward in my seat. “Put it in,” I suggested and I opened my mouth. He wasted no time, but he slid it into my mouth slowly, tentatively his fat tip filled day mouth and I pumped my cock hard as I sucked, tasting his pre-come and he started to twitch already. “Are you gonna come?”I asked, pulling my head back off him. “Yes,” he moaned and in fact hardly got the words out before he nudged it back in between my lips and his hot come erupted into my mouth. I let his come swill around my gums slightly and then I sucked, drawing him in and I felt the remainder trickle down my throat. I sat there gasping as he held I place and it took beat or two before I realised he was still rock hard. He pulled back and rested on the bed, “Fuck I needed that,” he announced between breaths and I replied lamely that I did too. He let himself lay back and his thigh shaft seemed to glisten in the light. With out looking up he spoke up. “I knew you would like it, I could tell. You liked it didn’t you?” “Yes.” “So sexy, I never guessed you would be a pro like you are,” and I shivered thinking about he clearly had this plan to come on to me. I swelled with pride at how he wanted me and slipped from the chair to me knees and leant over so I could lick him. “Hmmmm good, good,” he said softly, “Good boy, I knew you would like, I have so much more for you,” and he held my hair, firmly, but without pulling as he guided me lower to take him deeper in. Despite the appearance now he was back in my mouth I could tell he was not at full mast and as he stroked me he spoke more,” Mmm that is is, Good Boy, get me nice and hard and then you can show me what a Pro you really are…”