I woke up early in the morning. The room felt hot.
I went to check the thermostat - It showed 76 degrees.
This temperature was much higher than I was used to. I liked it to be 68 - 70 degrees.
I readjusted the thermostat and decided to relax in bed, having on my briefs only.
Last night's events crossed my mind...
I played with another guy's body... But I am happily married... Am I gay now?...
I looked to my side.
During the night Brendan kicked off his blanket and was stretched naked on his back sleeping soundly.
His magnificent body looked great with the morning sun shining on it.
He looked like a Greek god...
His perfect pectoral muscles hardly changed since his football days...
Brendan sac was fully exposed, being large, full and hairy.
And his cock... It was limp, pointing to the right and still... a beauty!
I moved to the other side of the bed to examine it up close...
Deflated it was much less threatening than being fully erect.
It looked like a pacifier. In fact, it was tempting to feel it's softness in my mouth...
My watch showed 7:05 am.
Our first talk starts at 9 o'clock, which meant that we needed to go to breakfast at 8 am.
We still had some time...
I went to the bathroom peed and brushed my teeth.
When I came back I saw that Brendan changed his position.
He was now on his side, with his front toward the window.
I moved toward the window and stared at Brendan again. His dick was now almost at full mast!
Was he having a wet dream?...
My own cock began stirring.
Was he dreaming about our last night sexual encounter?
The situation became too tempting...
I placed my palm on his engorged shaft and slowly caressed it.
Initially his body stayed in the same position, while his pole... seemed to enlarge further.
I bobbed my hand somewhat faster.
He sighed and his body shifted. He was now supine with his legs spread widely.
His hard wood was proudly leaning on his tummy with the head slightly north of his navel.
I knelt by his side and began rubbing his marvelous fully distended tool, with both my hands wrapped around him.
Brendan's eyes remained closed, but his pelvis started moving up and down to counter my hands.
His hand found my thighs and then slowly went up to meet the rest of my body.
He reached my chest and tweaked my nipple.
I never considered my chest to be one of my erogenous zones, but it felt good.
His large palm climbed up more, meeting my unshaved face.
Brendan opened his eyes and looked me in the eye.
My eyes were alternating between his smiley face and his gorgeous smooth member, that felt so good in my hands.
The pacifier became huge...
My mouth felt dry. I licked my lips.
As I was doing it, the actual meaning of my action hit me like a hammer...
Brendan must have understood it too.
He smiled at me again.
His hand grabbed the back of my head and gently pulled it down.
He let go once my face was an inch from his cock.
Then his organ twitched, hitting my chin lightly, begging for my attention...
My lips enveloped his amazing cock and my tongue licked the head.
Brendan moaned, "Tommy, your warm mouth feels so good on my cock...
You woke me up as I was actually having a dream about the two of us making it in the pool. I was close to cumming when I felt your hands around my shaft...
And to see that you really are trying to play with my body was a pleasant treat..."
I temporarily removed his giant tool from my mouth, "Until yesterday I would have never guessed how much I'd like to suck your impressive cock...
It feels so natural to have it in my mouth! I am afraid to become addicted...
I also think that with more experience I'd be able to let you have your happy ending more successfully than yesterday...
You caught me by surprise and I wasn't ready, but once I can predict your peak arousal, I'll be able to swallow everything you give..."
I resumed sucking his engorged phallus, gradually taking more and more of him into my hungry mouth.
It tasted good, but more than anything I felt the urge of pleasing Brendan with my mouth...
I was determined to prove to him that I can make him happy!
As Brendan's penis moved from my mouth into my throat, I felt this nagging barrier again.
I gagged slightly and his large prick crossed it, hitting my back palate.
His pecker was now all in!!!
Brendan breathing accelerated, hinting that my playing time with his amazing member was going to be short...
I started slow sucking while my head was dutifully performing the needed up and down action.
Brendan grabbed both my hands. He placed one around his sac to massage it lightly. The other one he put around my own small dick... that was was hard too...
He wanted me to masturbate myself while giving him head...
Did he wish for both of us to cum at the same time?...
I wasn't aware how horny I was, but touching my own penis reminded me that I was close as well...
Brendan groans became louder.
My mouth taking it in and out were no longer enough for him and he began gentle fucking of my face.
My right hand was now furiously rubbing my own member and my left squeezing somewhat harder his testicles.
He whispered, "Yes baby... take it you wonderful cocksucker! Swallow it like a good slut!..."
For some reason, at the time of my extreme arousal level, it felt great to be his dump slut.
In fact, just hearing him saying it pushed me over the edge and my dick spewed it's content into my palm...
Brendan's cock began erupting shortly after.
My tongue was ready this time...
The first jet hit my palate and went directly down from my pharynx into my stomach.
The second jet found my tongue and the goo poured in a more manageable way to my throat.
After the 5th jet the rest of his seed was emptying at a slower rate and I was actively milking it for him.
Following his orgasm I let his retreating cock stay between my lips, making sure to capture his last treasured drop.
Then I kissed his clean pee hole and moved by Brendan's side.
He hugged me lovingly, "Tommy, your mouth is accomplishing miracles for me! I'd like to keep you with me forever!"
I looked at his rugged manly face and whispered, "Yes Brendan, I'd like that too..."
The wall clock showed 15 minutes to eight.
It was time to get ready for breakfast and our first day of the conference.
It was a buffet breakfast. A lot of variety. We both pigged out...
At the symposium the first 4 talks were interesting, but the rest of them appeared to be less relevant for Brendan and me.
I suggested to skip the afternoon sessions and enjoy the welcoming vibrant city.
We walked in the garden district.
The old unique houses were surrounded by trees, with the purple magnolias being the most noticeable.
We stopped at Commander's palace for a savory lunch and then returned to the more familiar French quarter.
As the orange sunset colors appeared in the horizon, we grabbed a drink and went to listen to jazz music in Preservation Hall. I loved it!
The room was filled with people of all ages. Some were having cigarettes and the smoke filled the room.
The air was too heavy for me. I went out to get some air. Ten minutes later returned.
Brendan was tapping his leg to the tune of the music and he seemed to focus on a young black player.
"Isn't he a great saxophonist?" He asked me.
I listened intently, but the guy's instrument was barely heard among the other players...
"I guess he is, but I am no expert..." I tried to agree with him.
