I’ll call him Jack. Years ago, I was at a party hosted by the groom where there included a group of three girls, one of which was called Jo. She was with her then boyfriend and to some extent she become part of our circle of friends. Jo has always had that really cute, if not stunningly beautiful, look, and frankly I’ve always rather fancied her, but. To cut a long story short, it was at another get together where she and Jack met up and subsequently married. For one reason and another, I have never really got to know either of them very well.
The stag weekend was in the West Country and we all met up at the hotel on the Friday. We were all sharing rooms and I was next to Jack when we were checking in. For the record, we are both active, fit, normal guys.
The Friday night was (as usual) over the top. I think we got back wasted around 3am from clubbing. Thankfully I had already put on the paracetemol – I’d be needing its effect later. I stripped off to my trunks and went to the bathroom to do my teeth. As came out, Jack was struggling to get out of his other trouser leg in his drunken state. We were both pissing ourselves in laughter and in the end I just reached down and pulled them off. I remember having a quick check out of his bulge in his briefs and wondering what it was like. I got a brief eyeful when he then stood up, pulled down his briefs and wandered into the bathroom.
He shouted if I wanted a glass of water and brought one back for me. I was lying under the duvet by then and he just walked straight over, put it down on the side and then got into his bed. That time I got a better view of his cock. A nice one, uncut with full balls and shaved like me. I was left there thinking, whatever, he obviously doesn’t mind being naked.
Preferring that myself, I pulled my own trunks off and fell asleep.
Waking up for the Saturday activities was a tough one. Nothing happened sexually though. I got up, wandered past his bed and into the bathroom. By the time I was showered, Jack was emerging from bed and staggered to the bathroom. Eventually we made breakfast and had a blast during the day. Then in the evening, it was a good meal, more drinking and finally the lapdancing club.
I’ve been to a few and this one was ok, if expensive. Dances started at £20 but for double you get the naughty forty. Well I was feeling flush and the girls did look good and had my fill. There was one girl who frankly had me totally. She had the most luscious tanned skin, was tall and very nubile. What was best of all, was that she really knew it and was clearly proud to make a fantastically good living from using the gift which was her body.
By the end of the night all of us had let any inhibitions go and around 2am, we had all had enough though and we made a move back to the hotel. In the room, the conversation felt pretty free and easy with Jack, which of the girls we preferred and that it would be great if they did proper ‘extras’. Both of us admitted to having been left feeling really horny.
I thought I had got my money’s worth but then he then told me about one girl who had let him tongue her bum. I told him he had been a lucky bastard and jokingly asked what Jo, his wife, would have said. He laughed and after a pause said she would probably have been jealous.
“Yeah yeah mate!” Only his confident smile was suggesting he was serious. “Hang on, you aren’t serious… are you?”
He just smiled, and then, “Haha… who knows…” and just let it hang there with that knowing smirk. I was about to leave it too but was curious and wanted to dig for more.
“Well, well… So the lovely Jo is a bit of a sneaky on eh! You know I always did think you hit the jackpot with her, she’s seriously sexy. What’s she like in bed?” I immediately wondered if I had overstepped the mark and put my hands up. “Sorry mate, didn’t mean that, I must be a bit pissed.”
“Hey, no problem. And to answer the question – she’s top drawer. She’s the kinky one actually!”
“Oh yeah…!” I didn’t know what else to say and I really just wanted to tell him that I had always wanted to fuck her. Eventually I just asked him again, “So does she… you know… go both ways?”
Jack was squirming a bit. “Haha… Well… Are you cool? I mean this doesn’t go any further”
“Yeah sure mate.” We were sat opposite one another on the bedroom chairs.
He seemed half wanting to spill the beans, half reluctant, so I just shut up and let him come out with it. He said it was a bit far out and again said it doesn’t go further. By this time my curiosity was overflowing wondering what the truth was.
“Well, yeah. She’s pretty good. And yeah, she goes both ways.” It took him a while, but eventually he told me everything. Friends of theirs were pretty open minded and it was Jo who first suggested they have some fun together. Back at Uni, she had done the ‘lesbian thing’ on the basis that you’ve got to try everything once and had always wanted to have another go but thought Jack wouldn’t be cool about it. She had a thing for this other woman too. First time round, the two couples kept it to just sex with spouses in front of each other, but then it was the girls who made the move and went for it together. Thereafter, they had fully swapped and got together on a fairly regular basis.
I asked him if it was really that good. “Well we did take it really slowly at first. Confidence is a big thing, but now… if the rules are all set out… fucking amazing mate!”
I was a bit gobsmacked and asked him stuff about Jo getting it on with another girl, seeing her fuck another guy and stuff. He was just sat there chilled out enjoying telling me. “You can’t believe the thrill of seeing your wife begging to be fucked by another guy and then cum hard.” I was getting pretty horny and had a full on hard on which I was trying to hide by crossing my legs.
Jack told me so too. I said, “Yeah… it’s been difficult to stay down all night!” He told me not to worry and that once you’ve seen another guy’s cock, one gets a bit more chilled out about things. Then I thought if he’s looking at my hard on, I can have a look at his and there is was, filling out his trousers.
By that time it was getting pretty late and when we got to the end of the details, I said I was going to grab a shower as it had been a long day. I think in the back of my mind I was thinking about having a wank as well as I was really needing it. So I started to undress.
Jack said, “Arh right… needing a wank mate! Make sure you rinse the tiles down. I don’t want to be finding dodgy leftovers!”
We both cracked up. “Nah… sorry mate… you’re just not cute enough for me to knock one out,” or something like that. Anyway he just sat there as I got naked and as I took off my trunks, my half-masted cock sprang out. Jack said something like I was ready for it and the feeling of exposing myself in front of him was only turning me on more. I tried to appear cool and went to the bathroom, leaving the door open.
I suppose I was hoping he’d come in too. The shower cubicle was set aside from the bath and had a clear glass door. You know those fluttering nerves of sexual excitement. Well I had them big time. What if he did come into the bathroom? What if he thinks I’m just really gay? What if instead he offers to step into the cubicle? So despite everything he had said about not being worried about being naked, I wanted my hard on to subside. Trouble was I couldn’t help having a quick feel which sent waves of pleasure down my shaft and only put me back at full erection.
And it was just then that I noticed Jack had walked in. He was butt naked, was standing at the basin with a toothbrush.
When I turn round to see, he said, “Hey hey!!! Wasn’t meaning to interrupt!
“Arh.. yeah…No!... Just, no… wasn’t…”
Over the noise of the shower he told me, “Sure you were. Anyway, don’t worry about me… I’ll be needing it next.”
I didn’t know what to say and decided to finish rinsing off.
It was really weird. By now I was facing Jack and letting the water run off me. He was brushing his teeth and took the time to deliberately look me up and down. His eyes were actually looking at my hard cock. I felt like putting on a bit of a show and ran my hands over my skin one last time and this time I openly gave myself a couple of strokes as if washing the remainder of shower gel off.
After shutting off the water, I opened the door, grabbed the towel and started to dry off.
“You go for the shaved look too then,” Jack asked. “What got you into it?”
“Ages ago, I asked an ex to go bare. She said fine, but only if I would too. Haven’t stopped since. Feels good doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, sure does. Mind you it’s a bit itchy right now.” He had a feel of his balls, then stepped into the cubicle and started showering. I finished drying and rather than putting the towel around me, stayed naked to floss. I watched myself in the mirror. Again it was weird but felt great. My cock had lowered but was still heavy and engorged. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jack soaping up, his hands going all over, including his penis which was half way up.
“Seems you have my problem,” I said to him.
He turned around. “Yeah!” We both looked down at his manhood and he gave it another stroke.