It all started when I was 25. Working in a bar in Sydney, great place to be at that age and great people to work with. We all got on well together and I became friends with one guy who had similar tastes to me, good food, good wine and good cognac. It is amazing how quickly you learn about the good things from working in a bar.
On our days off we would often dine out at some of Sydney's best restaurants. One day he asked if he could cook me a dinner, he boasted that he was not a bad cook. He said it would be cheaper than eating out and he would cook my favourite meal (which happens to be Chateaubriand, or really any fillet steak as long as it had béarnaise sauce with it.). I, of course, accepted. Love a free meal, so the date was set for the upcoming Sunday.
I arrived at the agreed time with a good cab sav under my arm and was greeted with a Chivas Regal on the rocks, (another of my favourites). We sat and chatted, another scotch, while he checked the food, another scotch and it was time for dinner. Without going into boring details, the soup was excellent and the steak fantastic, all washed down with a fair bit of red wine. After, we sat with coffee and cognac and talked more.
Time seemed to fly and I noticed it was getting late, so I said I better be going. He said it would not be a good idea for me to drive considering the amount of alcohol we had consumed, why don't I stay here for the night. I must admit that I was really looking forward to my own bed but he was right about the booze I had consumed.
"So where will I sleep?" I said
"I have a king size bed and I promise I won't bite." He replied.
So after a bit of to-ing and fro-ing, I decided to accept.
We went into the bedroom, stripped down to our underwear and climbed into bed. I thanked him for an excellent meal and the lights were turned out. As is usually the case, I was now wide awake and restless. I started on my side and then on my back, trying not to disturb him laying next to me.
Laying there in the dark silence, I thought I felt something touch my leg, just on the side of my naked upper thigh. Must have imagined it. Then I felt it again, I hadn't imagined it. This time the finger stayed there, resting lightly on my skin. I didn't know what to do, should I turn over on my side, was it accidental, he could be asleep and his hand just landed there, my mind was going a million miles an hour, so I just stayed still.
My heart was thumping, I was sure he would be able to hear it, then his finger started lightly circling the side of my thigh. Around and around, then two fingers. The feeling was unbelievable and I could feel my cock beginning to grow. He then moved up my naked flesh and over the top to start stroking my inner thigh. He slowly moved up until his finger grazed the material covering my balls. My cock was now rock hard, I have never experienced it being so hard, if I was standing up, it would have been flat agains my stomach. He stroked my balls gently and slowly moved his whole hand up and over my cock. His hand moved up and down over it,
I am sure I was trembling, I had never experienced such a sensational turn on in my life. I then felt the hand move up over my stomach lightly caressing it until it moved down, fingers slipped under the waistband and until there was a hand on my naked, raging hard cock. It involuntarily twitched at the touch as it felt so good. Fingers wrapped around it moving slowly up and down, he then hooked the waistband down under my balls for a better access.
I had forgotten how good it feels to have another male's hand on my cock, not since school days, and it felt so good, so wrong but so right and natural, a feeling you don't get from a woman's touch. He then pulled my pants all the way down and off.
"Wait a minute". He said
With that he got out of bed grabbed something from the dressing table and returned. Before he got back on the bed he removed his shorts also. I then felt something cool on my cock, then his hand. it was slippery and the hand on my cock glided with ease. The feeling was even better than before. I didn't think that could be possible.
He said: "Do you want some? Hold out your hand".
I did and felt the oil dripping onto it. He then return his hand to my cock, stroking, sliding up and down. I reached down with my oiled hand and found his cock. Wrapping my fingers around it, I too started to stroke. It was bigger than mine, about 7" with a small head compared to the thickness. It was thick, thicker than mine and felt wonderful under my touch. I stroked the circumcised head then down as he worked on mine. I am getting hard now remembering the feeling, it was indescribable.
