Marc's foot wouldn't stop tapping as he nervously sat in the back seat of his ride share. He was almost at the hotel already, filled with apprehension. He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. It was one thing to play around online, quite another to bring it into the real world. This was the culmination of something that had been building for months. The responsibilities of family had burned out much of the fire that once existed between him and Laura, his wife. Sex went from weekly to monthly to special occasions, and so he retreated to porn. Months of jerking off to his computer led to chat rooms. Before long, he had found a couple of steady chats who joined him for cybersex, but they stopped being regulars, and eventually dropped off completely.
Marc would strike up a conversation with a random woman only to have her drop off just when things were getting exciting. This left Marc to chat with a larger group out in the public room. People discussed what kind of porn they liked. It was exciting to hear about the things that turned other people on. The guys were far more vocal than the women about that, so he heard everything from skinny and young to large and in charge, rough, anal, group sex, and interracial, along with more deviant tastes. Mostly, Marc alternated between looking at porn pics and watching the conversation. Occasionally, he would join the discussion, agreeing with someone's likes or expressing one of his own.
It was on one of these occasions when, after telling the group that he liked cumshots that he suddenly got a private chat request. This one was from another guy in the chat room who went by DongKing. Reluctantly, Marc accepted, and DongKing started sending him links to photos and clips of cumshots, facials and blowjobs. Marc liked what he saw and sent a few links back. It was all very new to him, but it beat hanging out in the public room. DongKing told him his name was actually Duncan. He was about the same age as Marc and also married. They finished trading links and signed off. Marc thought that was the end of it, but after Duncan showed up again on chat, Marc sent him more links, which were reciprocated. It became semi-regular, then regular, then every night.
It started to get more interactive after that. "Fuck, that's a hot one" became "I'm so hard," and eventually "Are you hard?" It was such a gradual escalation that Marc didn't notice until the first time he received an "Oh fuck. I'm cumming!" He almost didn't know how to process it when he first got the message, but when, on another night, Duncan said the same thing, it made Marc quicken his own pace stroking his cock until he replied with an emphatic "I'm cumming too!"
That broke the seal. Conversations between Marc and Duncan got a lot more explicit and more detailed. "I'm stroking myself slowly. My dick is slippery from my precum. It feels so good." That kind of detail gave both men a desire to push further the more horny they both became. Soon, an exchange led to Duncan to confide "Mmm. I wish I could see you stroke your hard cock." That was a revelation Marc didn't expect about Duncan, but also about himself. It pushed him over the edge, and he came without having to touch his dick. He was enjoying the exchanges with Duncan just as much as the porn itself.
The next time things got that heated, Marc was the one to push the boundaries. Sending a link to a picture of a woman bent over a table, he wrote "Mmm. I bet you'd love to sink your hot cock into her pussy."
Duncan replied, "Fuck! You're making me so fucking horny."
Marc almost couldn't help himself. Without even processing what he was doing, he had sent back to Duncan "Oh yeah? Show me."
There was no reply for several minutes, long enough for Marc to almost sign off. Then a link came through. He clicked. It was a cellphone picture of a fully erect cock, about the same size and general shape as Marc's, slippery at the tip.
"You there?" asked Duncan.
"Yes," Marc replied. "You have a hot cock." He meant it, as much as that came as a surprise. The sight of Duncan's engorged phallus turned Marc on in a way he never thought it would.
Duncan didn't sign on for a week, so Marc ended up chatting up a woman, and it led to cybersex, which was hot, but it was the thought of Duncan's cock from the photo that put him over the top. When Duncan finally returned, Marc got bold. He took a photo of his own hard dick and sent the link.
"I think I owe you something," he said.
"Mmm" was the reply. "Your dick is so sexy. I'd love to watch you fuck with it."
Marc knew things had definitely taken a turn. Part of him wanted to turn off his computer right then, but the other part of him...well. "Mmm. Duncan. I'm thinking about your cock and how it would feel in my hand."
Did he just type that? What on earth was he thinking!
"Oh wow," Duncan responded "I never thought I'd say this to another man, but I would love to have you jerk me off."
It was a conversation unlike any Marc had ever had. Instead of sending porn links, the men talked about how hot it would be to stroke each other. From there, it was just a couple days before they were having cybersex, talking about sharing a woman, then sharing a woman and each other, and finally, they were having cybersex, talking about sucking each other off and fucking each other. That went on for months, with the men perfecting their fantasy.
"Do you think we'll ever talk on the phone?" Duncan asked.
That was a decisive escalation. Marc had to choose how far he was going to let this go. The first time Duncan asked, Marc ignored the question. When Duncan asked again, Marc was too horny to let the question go unanswered. Marc knew he would be on a business trip to Chicago, and Duncan lined that day up with a day he would be at his lake house alone.
It was time to try something brand new. Both men tried to shrug the phone call off as something other than what it was. They made small talk for more than fifteen minutes before Marc finally had the nerve to get things moving. They recapped some of their hotter chats and then started to talk about what sex would be like with each other. Marc had phone sex before, with his wife, when they were dating, and with a couple other girlfriends, but this was a different experience. It was entirely new, secretive, forbidden, and as hot as he had ever had. Listening to Duncan cry out as he came pressed a button in Marc's brain. He also came hard.
The experience must have had the same effect on Duncan, because his first words after cumming were "I want to do this for real."
"You do?" asked Marc.
"Mmm. Yes. I think I do," Duncan responded. "Don't you?"
Marc thought. He was almost panicked from the reality of the question. "Yes," he said. "I don't know how to explain it. I've never been sexually attracted to a man before, but I'm so turned on by you."
Both men knew that if it were ever to happen, it would have to be the perfect scenario, the right place at the right time. It was another month before the topic came up again, and that was just to reassure each other that they were both still interested in meeting. Two weeks later, Marc came home from work with news. He could hardly wait to get online that night.
"Duncan, you live near Baltimore, right?" he asked.
It was the opportunity they had been waiting for. Marc would go to Baltimore for a simple day meeting and stay over into the following day to fly home. Duncan would make up a project he had to do out of town but would just drive to Marc's hotel instead. Every night until the trip the men were asking each other "Are you sure you're still up for this?"
As the car came to a stop outside his hotel, Marc was asking himself the same question. Even as he got settled into his hotel room he was jittery. "What am I doing?" he said aloud to the empty room. He decided to watch some TV to calm his nerves while waiting for Duncan to text.
Two hours passed and he wondered if Duncan had decided not to come, but finally his phone buzzed.
"Got stuck in traffic. Here now. Need room number," the text said.
Marc's finger hovered over the phone's surface. Texting back his room number meant he was actually going through with it. Maybe, he thought, Duncan was as nervous as he was. Marc took a deep slow breath in through his nostrils. "208," Marc texted.
Suddenly, he was self conscious. He sniffed the sleeve of his shirt to make sure he smelled okay and adjusted his hair in the mirror. He was just anxious. It wasn't like his appearance would disappoint Duncan, who had seen every picture of him that appeared on social media, including some less than flattering ones.
There was a knock at the door and Marc walked to open it. There he was. There was silence between then for two or three seconds, then Duncan spoke.
"Won't you come in?" he joked.
