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Here's what happened later that evening and the following morning.
After cleaning up in the bathroom, I headed back into the room. Tom was resting and I could tell he was about to go to sleep. I had all kinds of thoughts going through my head. There was a part of me that wanted to crawl into the bed and snuggle up with him, but there was also the part of me that just wanted to leave. Since I was hundreds of miles away from home, that wasn't an option. I guess I took the middle ground. I just got in bed and stayed on my side acting as if nothing unusual had happened. It was just a few minutes and I heard light snoring coming from Tom. I laid there thinking about what had happened. There was one part that made my dick bone up, but there was also the "what the hell did I just do" part. My mind kept going back and forth until I finally dozed off and went to sleep.
Since I was not used to sleeping in bed with someone, especially someone I didn't really know that well, I didn't sleep that great. Well, that and the fact that I kept thinking about that hot furry cock of his. It seemed like as soon as I got to sleeping well, I heard and felt stirring from the other side of the bed. I turned over towards Tom. He looked at me and said, "good morning". I replied "good morning", and without hesitation, he replied "what would make it a really good morning is for you to suck my cock like you did last night". I certainly wasn't expecting an encore performance within a minute of waking up, but Tom seemed raring to go. Of course, I was a horny 20-ish year-old, so my dick definitely responded to Tom's not so subtle invitation. With that Tom peeled back the covers exposing his cock. It wasn't hard at that moment, but it was certainly inviting.
Tom was much more assertive in the morning than he had been last night. He reached down and started handling his balls, moving his cock around and was pretty direct. "David, crawl over here and suck my dick". He didn't ask. But my horniness was kicking in, so I followed the instructions. I moved over between his legs and started working his cock with my mouth. Tom was more also verbal this morning. He was saying things like "fuck, that feels good", "Take my cock deeper", "Oh, yeah, suck my dick" and I was doing my best to please. Tom then started to get out of the bed and told me to turn sideways. Tom stood at the side of the bed. I was on my stomach with my head at the side of the bed. I started going back down on Tom. After about a minute or so, he told me to turn over.
After having me turn over, Tom had me hang my head off the side of the bed. He put his cock back in my mouth for a little while, but then pulled out and placed his balls on my face. Tom, still being more assertive than last night, feel back into his enjoyment of having a guy get off on his scent. Tom started moving his balls and cock all over my face and telling me to sniff them, and saying things like "they smell good, don't they boy?" I did as I was told, both because I was getting off on the sweaty musky scent of his balls, and because I did desire to please him. This went on for about 5 minutes or so and then Tom decided to teach me another lesson; the difference between giving a blow job and getting my mouth fucked. Fully hard, and with my head off the bed, Tom put his dick back in my mouth. He picked up speed to the point there were times I was gagging. Even though I attempted to pull away a few times, that position left me pretty vulnerable with no option but to take his cock. He continued to be verbal as he used my mouth, telling me how good I was making him feel. I also remember at the height of his pounding he said that "I was such a good cocksucker". Being closeted and in denial as I was, that kind of stung, but I didn't really know how to process what I then considered such a derogatory comment. I recall those feelings of shame melted away as he reached down and played with my nipples as all of this was happening. The pain of having my throat fucked and the shame of being called a cocksucker was dulled by the excitement of the expert nipple work he was giving me.
The intensity of the session had us both worked up. The throat fuck didn't last to much longer until Tom asked me if I wanted his load "down my throat"? Keep in mind, this was the mid 80's and HIV was something totally different and we didn't have the knowledge we have today. I was still so afraid of the virus, I said "no" as I thought every form of gay sex was risky at that time. With my response, Tom pounded away for about another minute and then pulled out, put his nuts right over my nose and shot his load all over my chest.
Once he was finished shooting his load, the situation changed very quickly in the room. Tom reverted to conference businessman and simply asked "do you want to shower first, or do you want me to go?". Given the intensity of the situation and the emotions I just experienced, I said "you can go". Less than 3 minutes after being actively involved in pounding my mouth, Tom was turning on the shower and getting ready for the day. I laid in the same position processing everything. One thing I hadn't done was to shoot my load. I had put my underwear back on last night before getting back in bed. I reached down and pulled my cock out and stroked it and thought about what just happened. Even though it was not pleasurable in the moment it was occurring, the thought of taking my cocksucking skills to another level was just too much to contain.... And with that, my jizz joined Tom's all over my stomach and chest.
Since I still didn't feel like I knew Tom that well, I didn't feel comfortable walking into the bathroom to get a towel. I slid my underwear off and used it as a cum rag and then went back to laying in the bed in the normal sleeping position.
After another 10 minutes of so, Tom came out of the bathroom already wearing pants and a shirt. He said something along the lines of "last night was hot" but suggested that I get up and get ready. Another young guy moment of awkwardness sets in . I'm now in bed naked, because I used my underwear as a cum rag, and despite having just taken his cock, I suddenly feel embarrassed to get up with him standing there. Since I had to get up, you do what you must do. Of course, Tom notices and says "what happened to your underwear?". I blush and tell him what happened. He smiles and asks me where they are, and I said I just pushed them under the bed. He smiled and said "we can have some fun with these later, but you need to get up and get ready". My inexperience, and the lack of internet porn, had kept me in the dark about the fun man gay men have with used cum stained underwear. That would change later tonight when Tom and I got back to the hotel room.
But for now, Tom and I need to head downstairs to the conference. So off to the shower I went.
Once I was cleaned up, dressed, and looking somewhat professional, Tom and I went downstairs to the conference as if nothing unusual had happened the night before or that morning. Two things I do remember, I got the cum rag underwear from under the bed and placed in the laundry bag in the closet and secondly, despite the fact I was (allegedly) at the conference for a business reason, the only thing on my mind most of the day was Tom and his magnificent furry, sweaty, and manly cock.
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