Meeting My Idol at a Conference

Special thanks to FGS for his ideas and comments.

There is no sexual involvement of an under 18 person.

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I was raised by religious, conservative parents in one of the small villages in Tennessee. I was their only child, and they instilled in me their traditional puritan values. I was expected to be a perfect child, always nicely dressed, speak in a low tone, be polite, and, of course, never curse. My parents earned a modest living, but I was proud of them and tried my best to accomplish everything that was expected of me. I was a good student, never failed a test, and even when I played with my classmates, I joined only the nonviolent games and later went straight home. I didn't drink alcohol and never attempted to use marijuana.

In my junior high, I began dating Elsa. She sat near me in class, and we found chemistry from the first day we met. Both of us were very shy, and our dates consisted of strolling in the neighborhood, the occasional movie theater, and mostly sitting in my room and watching TV. We respected the institution of marriage, and until our wedding night, 6 years later, we didn't have sexual intercourse. In fact, we never even crossed first base...

Our daughter, Dara, was born 2 years after our wedding night. Elsa became a stay at home Mom, while I continued studying and became an MD. My uncle recommended that I become a GI doctor. I listened to his advice and got accepted to the GI fellowship program at Vanderbilt.

I did well in my first year, and a poster presentation with me as the first author was accepted to the American College of Gastroenterology later in Philadelphia. My parents and Elsa could not be prouder, and I was on cloud 9.

...

My department was supposed to pay for my 3 night stay, including flights, lodging, meals, and transportation. Prior to that trip I had not moved beyond the bible belt, and rarely crossed the Tennessee border, so I had no experience with arranging the travel. However, since other rookies like me did it, it shouldn't be a big deal. I booked flights and a hotel room not far from the Convention Center.

I arrived at my hotel in the afternoon a day before my presentation. The hotel was very luxurious. I went to eat an early dinner at the hotel restaurant. There were a few couples and a single, middle aged guy who sat by himself in the corner and used his laptop. I was led to the table next to this guy. I gazed at him, and his face looked familiar. The more I tried to recall where I'd met him before, the more frustrated I became. I had no clue.

Then he lifted his face from his computer and saw me staring at him. He smiled at me. I could not resist and asked, "Sorry to bother you, but I've seen your face before. Are you from Tennessee?"

He had a pleasant laugh, "I've been to Tennessee only once in my life. Let me guess: You are here for the ACG conference, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"You must have seen my picture in one of the medical journals. I've published manuscripts in most of them, and gave countless talks. My name is Dr. Alexander Dubnov, and I am from Boston."

I blushed profusely, "Of course, doctor. I've read several of your articles and watched 2 of your presentations online."

He smiled, "That's OK. Outside my department, I do not expect people to know who I am, and I actually like it that way. It allows me to move around without people crowding me. During the 3 days I'll be giving talks and moderating scientific sessions, I'll be busy and surrounded by too many physicians."

I grinned, "I get the message. I'll eat and will not disturb you again."

He chuckled, "I didn't mean to offend you. I was talking in general. Today is my birthday, and since I promised the organizers to participate in several activities, rather than celebrate my big day, I came here early. Come, join my table and tell me a little about yourself."

"Doctor Dubnov, I hate to impose..."

"Don't be silly," and next, his leg pushed the nearest chair in my direction.

I moved to that chair, sat down, and didn't know what to say. He smiled at me and asked, "Are you married? Children? Are you a fellow? Is this your first time at the ACG?"

I mumbled, "My name is Tom. I am married to a beautiful wife called Elsa and have a young daughter. Currently, I am a first year fellow in the GI department at Vanderbilt."

"That is great. I started my career at Mount Sinai in New York, then moved to Philadelphia for a short time, and later got an invitation to join the team at Mass General in Boston. Have you ever been to Boston?"

"No. Never."

"It's a beautiful historic city with many attractions. Its nightlife is also fun. Here in the hotel, the evenings are unimpressive. Since it's my birthday, I thought of going to the nightclub across the street. Would you care to join me?"

I stuttered, "I've neever been to aa club beefore..."

Dr. Dubnov smiled, "No worries. It's a place to have good time. Come with me and I'll show you."

Getting entertained in the company of one of my admired personalities was very tempting. I asked, "Do I need to dress differently? And what is the cost?"

"No need to change clothes, and I'll bring you in as my guest. They know me from prior visits."

...

After crossing the busy street, we arrived at a crowded door with multiple people of all ages attempting to get in. Many had piercings, tattoos, colored hair, and funny clothes. I wondered what all these weirdoes were doing here. Dr. Dubnov approached the gatekeeper, slipped a bill into his hand, pointed at me, and the guy let us inside without delay. When we were in, Dr. Dubnov turned to me and said, "Tommy, at work or during talks, people address me as Dr. Dubnov. In here, you can call me Alex. OK?"

"OK, Dr... Alex."

He grinned and pulled me into a large hall. It was dark with many colorful projectors turning in all directions. Hundreds of people filled the room, moving and dancing nonstop. On the right side, I saw a bar. Alex signaled for me to wait in the corner as he went to the bar. My eyes were glued to the large human mass moving before me in the darkened room.

Alex returned with 2 cocktails and handed me one, "Here, taste it. You'll like it. It's an appetizer."

I sipped it. It was sweet and nice. Alex and I stood by one of the columns and drank our cocktails. I was thirsty and finished mine in less than 5 minutes. Then I asked Alex where I should leave the empty glass.

He chuckled, "I knew you'd savor it. Care for another?"

"Sure, but let ME pay for it."

"It's OK. I'll bring you a second one."

The second glass tasted even better. When I finished it, Alex pulled me into the crowd and blurted, "Let's get into the vibe."

I said, "But I do not know how to dance."

"Nobody cares if you know or not. The constant motion is pleasant, and soon you'll feel it."

I watched him begin to move slowly back and forth, then side to side, and tried to mimic his movements. Gradually, I started to feel lightheaded and wobbled a bit. He caught me in his arms, positioned himself behind me and guided me on the floor. His soft touch was pleasant, and I leaned back on his strong body. He whispered in my ear, "Isn't it calming and nice?"

I stuttered, "Yeees, Alex, yoou weeere right."

I felt good and closed my eyes, submitting to the rhythm, feeling Alex's hands roaming over my body. He murmured, "I like it here. And especially having you around too."

My fuzzy mind felt happy: In a place where nobody knew me, I was securely held by one of my idols. What could be better?...

We continued our aimless movement on the floor, with my brain feeling great. Then I noticed Alex's hands were no longer over my shirt, but inside my shirt! I started saying, "Alex, other people..." He stopped me, "Tommy, don't worry about them. Everybody is concentrating on their own pleasure. Don't you like my touch?"

"Iit feels goood, but..."

"Ssshhh, be a good boy. Relax and enjoy the music, the atmosphere, and the gentle massage."

His soothing voice calmed me, and I closed my eyes again, letting him lead. His fingers trailed my body in a pleasurable way, tickling my nipples, descending to my tummy, and gingerly moving south. In my daze, his gentle touch felt awesome and... somewhat arousing, especially when his fingers reached my navel. I just melted into his body and let his hands explore my body.

Soon, his right fingers slipped into my pants and under my briefs. His forefinger caressed gently my penis. I was confused. I knew he shouldn't be doing it, yet my foggy brain liked it very much, and nobody else cared about us. I let him do it, feeling my dick begin to swell.

Soon, his left hand gingerly massaged my neck, and then moved to my cheek. Seconds later, his left thumb moved onto my lips and tenderly touched them. I liked it. I tried to say it, but as my lips opened, his thumb penetrated my mouth, and Alex muttered, "Tommy, don't talk. Just enjoy the rhythm, the vibe, the touch. Suck on my thumb and feel as pure as a baby again."

I did as instructed and had to admit he was right; Sucking on my pacifier while his hand caressed my stiffening organ was extremely nice, though I was getting... horny.

Alex whispered in my ear, "You are such a good boy. I like you. Do you feel it?"

I wasn't sure what he was talking about, as my head was in the clouds. Next, he grabbed my hand, pulled it backward and placed it on... his warm, hard organ. It was unexpected and was supposed to be a shock, but in my current situation, it was just a pleasant, velvety, somewhat hairy thing to play with.

With his thumb still in my mouth, I mumbled, "Sooomebooody may seee..."

"Nobody looks in our direction. Just have fun!"

As we continued dancing slowly, I lost my balance once again. Alex held me and said, "Tommy, I think you drank too much. Let's go back to the hotel."

I felt his fingers fumbling with my shirt and pants, likely adjusting our clothes, and then I felt his strong hand around my shoulder as he carried me outside. My eyes were only partially open when we crossed the main road. We went on the elevator and stopped before the wrong door. I mumbled, "I doon't think it's my rooom."

He opened the door to a suite and chuckled, "It's mine. Let me help you undress, and you can sleep the night here."

I was useless in helping him. Alex undressed me and lay me naked on his bed. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was naked too. My brain could barely comprehend the picture, but for some reason, thinking that both Alex and I were naked together sounded funny.

He sat on the bed's edge and rested my head on his lap. His hand crawled over my chest, fondling my tiny breasts. Subsequently, it moved toward my groin. My pecker began engorging before he even touched it. He whispered, "Does my baby like Daddy's touch?"

"I dooo..."

"Good. Feel comfortable, and use the pacifier to help you sleep better."

My dazed mind expected Alex's thumb, but as I spread my lips to accommodate it, a larger, velvety organ invaded my mouth. It felt spongy. I partially opened my eyes and saw Alex's dark bush before me. So what I was sucking on had to be his... penis!

I liked it in my mouth, yet it felt wrong. I attempted to say something, but his strong hand kept my head in place, and he blurted, "Tommy boy, you like it. Just continue sucking on your pacifier and soon you'll get your reward."

The wrong thing felt nice and warm in my mouth, and I milked it gently while thinking: Now I get it why on multiple occasions Elsa told me she liked sucking my dick. It really felt great, and I noticed it continued growing and hardening in my mouth. All that time, Alex's fingers trailed my own expanding member.

I was semi-comatose, half dreaming while getting aroused, as I heard Alex growl. His hand bobbed my penis wildly and his other hand held the back of my head. Seconds after I began ejaculating in his fist, I felt his slimy seed invading my mouth. I wasn't ready and tried to pull my head, but he was stronger, forcing me to swallow his sperm or choke. In retrospect, it was the weirdest climax I ever had: I came in a man's hand while forced to swallow his spunk!...

As it slowly shrank, I kept his cock between my lips, Attempting to gather my thoughts. I knew I was not gay: I was happily married to Elsa and loved sex with her, yet here I gave oral to another man and didn't feel guilty about it. Was it only because I was drunk, or I was bisexual?... Under the condition I was in, it was too much to elaborate, and soon I fell asleep.

I woke when Alex's naked body touched mine on the bed. I hugged his hairy chest and fell asleep like a baby.

...

I woke up around 8:30 am. I was naked in Alex's bed, and he wasn't around. I found a note from him on the table, 'Tommy, I had to leave early. My first talk is at 8 am. Get dressed and then go to the conference. I enjoyed our interaction last night and hope you too. Take care. Alex.'

I freshened up, dressed, ate breakfast, and rushed to the convention center. I stayed by my poster and talked to about 20 curious physicians who asked me about my research. By noon I was free. I grabbed a sandwich to go and looked at the meeting itinerary. I saw Alex Dubnov's name scheduled for another talk at 2 pm. His talk was about specific liver lesions, which weren't among my favorite subjects, but I wanted to hear him speak. I entered the room 5 minutes early and sat in the 3rd row. I wasn't sure if he noticed me, but he showed no sign of recognizing me.

His talk was excellent. It was fluid, concise, and very impressive. I was mesmerized. When he finished, Alex was ready for questions from the audience. After he answered 2 others in the crowd, I raised my hand.

He gazed at me, showing no hint of recognition, "Yes, sir. What is your question?"

"You tested a total of 113 subjects. According to the results you presented, 85 of them showed favorable results. I wondered how you would explain 3 cases of death and severe deterioration in 9 others."

He smiled, "My presentation was the first to address this relatively rare disease. The numbers are too small to say for sure what the cause of deterioration in the unsuccessful group, but if you stop by later, I'll be happy to demonstrate everything we've got so far."

Alex stayed for almost half an hour after his talk to answer many questions. Since the next speaker was already on the podium, he moved outside and patiently dealt with his admiring crowd. After the last person left, Alex made his way to a distant corner, pulled a bag of snacks, and started eating. I sat near him, and said, "Bon appétit. I enjoyed your talk and learned a lot from it."

He eyed me momentarily and blurted, "I do not have the data you asked for on my laptop. It is on a flash drive in my room. If you care to stop by after 7 pm, I'll show it to you."

I stared at him and... grinned. He smiled too, winked, and left the area.

I listened to 2 other presentations, but was too distracted to really capture everything that was said. I returned to my room, lay in bed, and thought about Alex's offer. I was no longer under the influence, and I was convinced he had on his mind more than just showing me his study data. The question was whether I wished to go on with it or not.

My brain quoted the bible and my parents, telling me in no uncertain terms, that it would be a huge mistake. It didn't matter if I felt I was not gay; what Alex and I were involved in was definitely gay activity! And doing it as a happily married man with a young child? I was going straight to hell!...

However, for the first time in my life, I was reluctant to listen to logic. I remembered that while I was drunk, I could have resisted if I genuinely wanted, yet I remained passive, letting Alex do with my body as he wished, freeing my body from the stigma and all the accepted norms, and sending me to highs I hadn't experienced before. I knew that I'd never have similar opportunity when I returned home from the conference...

At 6:30 pm, I shaved, showered, dressed nicely, and persuaded myself that MAYBE Alex invited me to his room to show me the slides and no more. I was smarter than that, but my wish to meet him again was too strong...

I knocked on his door at 7:02. He opened the door wearing a long robe and smiled, "I thought you wouldn't come."

I lowered my eyes and murmured, "I wanted to see you again."

He grabbed a flash drive, connected it to his laptop, sat me on his bed's edge, and handed me the computer. He brought a bottle of white wine and asked me if I wanted to drink wine or coffee. I eyed him and, without blinking, mumbled, "The wine, please."

He chuckled, but said nothing. He poured 2 full glasses of Chardonnay, handed me one, and sat by me, guiding me to find the requested file. As I sipped the alcoholic drink, he explained the data that appeared in the form of a table. I listened with half my brain, while the other half I wondered what he had under his robe...

In the middle of his talk, he put his closest arm around my shoulder and said in a low tone, "Tommy, your question was the most intelligent one I got. It suggests to me that you have good brain on your shoulders, and you are not just an attractive young guy."

I whispered, "I've never considered myself particularly attractive."

He smiled, "I beg to differ. And I bet your wife would agree with me too." I blushed.

Alex took the laptop, placed it on the table, and sat beside me again. He glanced at me. I was too afraid to look at him. His hand gently pulled my shoulder back. I leaned back and closed my eyes. Next, I felt his lips touching mine. It was a soft touch. My initial instinct was to move away, but I didn't. I wasn't drunk, but I didn't. Did I expect it to happen?...

After a couple of seconds, his lips gingerly parted mine, and his tongue found its way into my mouth. The feeling was so new and unfamiliar, that I didn't know how to react. Fortunately, Alex knew. His tongue wrapped around mine and pulled it into his oral cavity as he sucked it lightly. At the same time, his hand started caressing my upper body, gradually releasing my shirt buttons. I let him continue, hearing myself groaning into his open mouth.

Then he took my palm and placed it on his chest. It was bare! As he kissed me, he opened his robe and was naked underneath... When I touched them, his nipples were rock hard. My hand moved south, meeting his 6-pack. He was in great shape. I caressed his tummy and touched his erect dick. He moaned and murmured, "Tommy, I want you."

My own penis was growing at a fast pace and I whispered, "Alex, I feel the same way."

He disengaged from my mouth as I was still leaning backward with my eyes closed. He slowly undressed me lying down, and his large palm bobbed my member a couple of times until it was at full mast. He said, "Tommy boy, you did a great job last night. Did you like sucking my cock?"

I said shyly, "I did..."

"Good. Now open your eyes!"

I did as told, and saw his magnificent tumescent tool before my face. He blurted, "It's ready for you. Suck it Tommy."

My hesitation lasted only 2 seconds. I grasped the base with 2 fingers and lowered the helmet onto my lips. I spread them and engulfed his pole. I liked the spongy texture and milked it. A drop of precum landed on my tongue. The taste was very mild. I started inserting it deeper into my throat, and was able to let in all but 1" before feeling that I was about to gag.

I bobbed his tool slowly, gradually increasing the sucking power, while feeling his 2 hands roaming all over my body and my own prick remaining steely hard. At a certain point, I felt Alex tense, and I thought he was close to cumming. However, he had other ideas. He removed his organ from my mouth and muttered, "Tommy, you give an excellent blow job, but I'd rather have full sex with you."