I've been remembering that first time we met. You know, when my consulting firm sent me along with a team of engineers to work that jet engine problem you discovered. To keep costs down and to show us Yanks your warm Brit hospitality we all got assigned to a host family for our stay. And I got you. Those first few days I was all eyes, never having been to another country before. You and your family were so welcoming that I settled in like I was in my own home. Remember how I kept talking about missing my girl back home? While I did miss her, I was also really glad I was staying with you. Why? Because I found you to be a really hot-looking man. You see, I have fooled around with guys off-and-on since I was a kid. I guess you'd call me slightly bi. And getting into a straight guy's pants has always held a special attraction for me.

So, Terry, I was feeling pretty frustrated . and excited at the same time . those first few days staying with you, especially after that evening when we changed clothes together before going out to jog. When I saw that you were uncut, I just about threw an erection on the spot. I still wonder if you caught the shakiness in my voice as I frantically tried to get my running shorts on before my pecker gave me away. Now if I'd known then what you told me later . that you were curious about what was between my legs, too . I'm sure I would have lost it and jumped you on the spot. But that's not how it worked out, was it? While you were curious about guys, you saw yourself as very straight. You were going to need some serious, very serious seducing.

I think it was the third night when I got up to piss and on the way back from the bathroom found a dim light coming from the slightly open door of your den. In my groggy state, I remember thinking that I hadn't noticed it when I'd passed the door moments before. I moved up to the doorway very slowly and peeked in. The one inch opening gave me a direct view of your desk. The light was coming from your computer screen and there you were sitting in your chair. Naked. My grogginess vanished immediately and my eyes went wide. You were staring intently at some document on the screen. 'God, he works late,' I remember thinking. But then you leaned back . your fist was wrapped around a massive erection and you were slowly masturbating it. I somehow managed to keep my surprise silently contained, except for a dick that began to respond appropriately by bulging the piss-damp pouch of my white Jockeys. You reached over and clicked the mouse to move the text down. As you sett! led back to resume pulling on your cock, I realized that you were reading some dirty story. 'Well, even if I can't get into his pants,' I thought, 'I'll still get to see him jack off.' As I watched you intently, my left hand pushed down the front of my briefs and my right started silently stroking my own rock-hard dick. I was particularly fascinated by your foreskin as it co vered then revealed the large, slick head of your manhood.

After you'd clicked down through a few more screens of text, you settled into the one particular passage. 'Must be the fucking part,' I thought. I figured that your mind was now full of images of some dude's over-sized cock plunging into this big-breasted chick's tight, hot pussy. That only got me hotter . but I didn't dare start seriously jacking off because I knew that my "hand-working-cock" would make enough of a sound to alert you to my presence. Then you began to softly moan . I could tell you really wanted to scream . then you erupted, sending streams of cum rocketing out over your naked chest and stomach. I left you lying back there in your chair, breathing heavily, totally drained by your late-night lust.

I retreated to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I pushed down my Jockeys and began to give my dick the serious stroking it now deserved. When I heard you go into the bathroom, I stopped my hand and listened. I realized that I'd forgotten to close my door. To get back to your bedroom you'd be walking right by. Then I flashed on your den door. It wasn't open when I'd gone to piss. You'd opened it while I was taking my leak so . so I'd . I'd catch you masturbating. I heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open. It was totally dark and totally silent. What were you doing? Standing silently in the hall waiting? wondering? trying to decide what to do? My fist was still around my raging meat. In fact, it was throbbing under my grasp. I shut my eyes and just started to stroke. I imagined you creeping down the hall to my open doorway and looking in, trying to make me out in the darkness between us. My strokes became quicker, more urgent. I imagined your c! ock was fully erect once more and you were pulling on it. A moan escaped my throat as my orgasm hit and I bucked up and down on the bed, my cum shooting out all over my belly. I collapsed in exhaustion and then I heard the door to your bedroom close. After I cleaned myself up with my briefs, I got out of bed and went to close the door. My bare feet felt something wet. I knelt down and found the remains of your load on the carpet. I got my cum-soaked briefs and wiped up your cream. 'These will be briefs I will never wash,' I thought as I returned to bed. Sleep came quickly.

After that, Terry, I found that I trouble keeping my eyes off you when we were together. I couldn't believe it when you later told me that you didn't notice. 'Sure,' I retorted, 'you were too busy trying to keep your eyes off me.' But we fast forward too far in the story.

The next few days you seemed uncomfortable around me, a little distant. Not enough for anyone but me to notice. Hetero guilt trip hitting you big time, I figured. I'd experienced it myself so I wasn't very surprised. Regardless, the next two nights were very frustrating for me because you didn't do your computer jack off again. I didn't get very much sleep either waiting for you sneak out of your bedroom and down to your den.

But then your family took off for a visit to relatives and we found ourselves with the house to ourselves. The seduction of Terry was about to move into high gear.

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