I'm still processing everything that happened, but my mind has been racing since my flight home arrived yesterday afternoon. I really don't have anyone in my life to share this with, so I decided I'd post here (after reading this sub-reddit for years) to share what happened and what may yet still happen.
I'm not even sure where to start, so I guess I'll give the background first. Growing up in the US South, I was forced to go to church from as early as I can remember. During my formative years, my parents sent us to a summer camp (generally 2 to 3 weeks) every summer in Gulf Shores, Alabama. I was a shy kid and mostly hated going on these trips until John started attending our church (not his real name).
He was a lot like me: he was scrawny, undersized and was picked on a lot by the bigger kids. We kind of bonded over our shared trauma. He didn't attend the same school so the only time we saw each other was at church and eventually at the summer camp. We would always pick the same bunk and he'd always let me take the top bunk. We were inseparable at camp and it made the trip worth it every year. We got close during those years. Really close. This was before the internet, so by the time we both got too old for the camp, we kind of drifted apart.
In hindsight, I wish we would have kept in touch, but it was a different time back then.
Fast forward to now. I've been married since my early 20s and like many men in my age bracket, the bedroom life has basically dried up. That said, I've been bi-curious for a long-time now (really since my 20s and maybe earlier actually) but I've never acted upon it. I'm not for hook-up culture and wasn't really big on the idea of an app like Grindr.
Recently, the company I work for landed a big new contract for the system I develop for (I work in data analysis and ETL). As is normal for big clients, I go on site to provide training on our data-model and to start the process of putting a plan together to convert their data into our system.
My first trip was this past week and imagine my surprise when – while waiting in a huge, empty conference room – John walked in. Sadly, while he instantly recognized me, it took me a moment. Once I did recognize him and say his name, he ran over (literally) and gave me a big, long hug.
I've done a fairly good job of keeping myself in shape over the years, but good lord, John had me beat. He is still slender and not really tall (neither am I) but he looks 10 years younger than he is.
He's not the person I'm directly working with, but he IS the project manager over the whole project and he's going to be involved in the early stages, especially for the documentation and putting together the plan and timeline.
We talked for 10 minutes like we had never skipped a beat. Eventually, other people came in and we had to get down to business. At the end of the day, he asked where I was staying and we agreed to get dinner together that night. In fact, we got dinner together every night and we talked and talked for hours.
I ultimately found it that he is recently single and later in the week he confessed to me that he's bisexual. When he told me, I felt something stir inside of me. I ended up telling him – the first person I've ever told – that I consider myself bi-curious. The grin on his face MELTED ME.
When Thursday came along, he asked if he could see my hotel room before I left for the weekend. I agreed enthusiastically (it made him laugh) and after our dinner he came back to the hotel with me. I couldn't even get fully in the hotel room before he grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss.
It. Was. Electric.
Before I knew it, he was pulling my clothes off of me and undressing himself at the same time. He asked if I wanted to shower with him and I kissed him to confirm my excited YES. We jumped in the shower together and cleaned each other. Our hands wandered over each other and we were both rock hard the entire time. He started stroking me in the shower and it felt so fucking good.
We eventually got out and dried off quickly and jumped on the bed together. He was so sweet, asking me what I was and was not comfortable with. We kissed so much laying on that bed together and I have never felt more alive.
He gave me the best blow-job I have ever gotten in my entire life (and it's not even close) and for the first time in my life, I gave one as well. I must have been a quick learner because he came pretty quick. He swallowed my entire load, while I was able to swallow a little bit but a lot of it spilled out.
The evening was filled with intimate kissing, rubbing our hands all over each other and both of us cumming multiple times from blowjobs, handjobs and frotting. I was fucking depleted by the time we fell asleep.
I know some guys have post-nut clarity, but when I woke up in the morning I felt none of that. Neither did he. We kept kissing in the morning and he told me he couldn't wait for me to come back into town next week.
I know I had to have seemed distracted in the Friday meetings and John drove me to the airport shortly after lunch. He parked so that he could walk me in and he gave me a long, passionate kiss in his car.
Guys, I am FLOATING. His body is incredible and the passion is like nothing I've felt before. We've been texting and he's made it clear he's ready for more next week, but will go at whatever pace I'm comfortable with. I'm already dreaming of getting fucked for the first time and it may actually happen as soon as Monday OMG.
Anyhow, I am so fucking giddy and I had to share this somewhere. If more happens on my return trip, I'll try to post an update.