Depending on how this goes, I may post more stories from my past with Ted. This story is true and exactly how I remember it. The only thing I'm changing are the names of the others. I am going to have to throw in a bit of back story to start, if more comes later the back story will help.
Ted and I first met at off all places, church. Both of us were raised evangelic christians and so attending church every Sunday was just what you did. We both were volunteering in different groups within the church and became good friends. As we got to know each other we began to open up more about life outside the church.
I was a pastor's kid - my mother was an ordained minister. She wasn't the pastor of this church but I was still known as and seen as "the pastor's kid" AKA a PK. So finding a friend like Ted that I could swear around, drink with and later on smoke weed with was amazing.
Ted was raised in a stricter christian home and home schooled. He is one of the few home schooled kids that I had been around that wasn't socially awkward. When his family moved 3 hours away he chose to find a job and a place on his own at 18 and never moved back home since. Even though we were nearly 6 years apart his maturity was on a higher level then most 20 year olds I knew from around the church.
I have known from a very young age that I was into both girls and boys. The only problem with this was that I was being raised evangelical... read - it's a sin to like the same sex. But I had fooled around with other guys and was in denial - it was a phase, it would pass.
When Ted and I started hanging out I had been abstaining from anything sexual with men for quite a few years. As much as I found him attractive I didn't look at him sexually. He was a friend and that was it. So when I was going to Las Vegas for a business a few weeks after he'd turned 21 inviting him was more of a cool way to celebrate his birthday. I should note that we are Canadian, so turning 21 isn't as big a deal here, but this was just a cool opportunity. I told him "you pay for your flight and some of your meals, the room is on the company. We'll hang out when I'm not working. You can tour, gamble or hang by the pool". We booked his flights and counted down the days.
I got into Vegas earlier in the day as I had to set up for a trade show. His flight came in that evening. I took a cab to the airport to pick him up. We were so pumped this was going to be a fun few days. Just the boys without the girls.
We got to the room - 2 queen beds and a view of the strip. Dropped off his bags and hit the strip, bought a bottle of vodka and got a couple of drinks. The first few days were busy with work. My bosses were super cool and Ted was able to tag along with us for a few dinners and we even got him into of the corporate events. We ate great and drank a lot!
There were a few times through out the week that we got changed in front of each other and I'd peak over. I remember the first time seeing him fully naked - I was impressed with the size of his soft dick. I didn't say anything because I didn't want him to know I was looking and think I was gay or weird.
On our second to last night Ted decided to go to the strip club with one of my coworkers. I had "rebelled" against my church upbringing in many ways but going to a strip club was a line I wouldn't cross. I told him to go and have fun. I went back to room and fell asleep. I don't remember him coming in that night.
The next night was the final big event for the convention and trade show. Ted was able to get into the event with me. We sat at a table with a group of clients of mine from California. The event was hosted by a pretty well known comedian, the bar was open and the drinks were plentiful. Any time anyone got up for a drink they’d bring back a round for the table. At one point we each had six drinks waiting. The the event let out and we hit the strip for hours with one of my clients from California, if this was fiction or fantasy, he would have been a part of this story. It was our last night in Vegas and we partied hard.
When we got back to the room we were both drunk and were staying up to sober up, fortunately neither of our flights were super early.
Even though we both slept naked we we careful when getting ready to get into bed. This night we didn't care and stripped in front of each other no shame. I got a full free no guilt look at him fully naked. I wanted to see more of it. Inhibitions be damned.
"So how was the strip club last night?" I asked him. Starting with a fairly easy question, nothing overtly sexual. Just simple curiosity.
"Oh it was wild. I spent way too much money on lap dances though." he laughed
"Oh shit. How much did you spend? Are they allowed to touch you?" I asked, actually curious and wanting to live vicariously through him.
He filled me in on some to of the details and I was getting hard listening to him.
“So did or do you sometimes get hard when she was dancing for you?” The thought of him hard was only getting me more horned up.
“Oh yeah man. So hard.” He laughed. “Leaking a little too.” He said more sheepishly.
“Damn, ok. You must have had blue balls when you got back.” I said laughing a little. “Did you take care of things?”
He was open about talking about things so I just kept the conversation flowing.
“I had too. I was so horny when I got back.”
“Nice. Wait, did you jerk off in your bed while I was sleeping?”
“Nah, I jerked off in the shower. Easier to clean up.”
“Right on. That makes sense. Not that I’d have cared if you did in your bed. I was asleep. I snapped a batch while you were out.”
By this point my cock was rock hard and I was leaking.
“Fuck,” I said “this probably wasn’t a good topic of conversation.”
“Why do you say that?” he responded with something in his voice, that could have also been wishful thinking on my part.
“Well, I’m kind of hard and horny right now.” I was taking a chance here. Ted had never shown any signs of being into guys at all. He gave off the very much straight bro vibes. If he’d gone to university he’d have been in frat.
“Yeah me too.”
“You are? Bull shit.” I said “Dare you to show me.” Hoping that he would and that I didn’t sound to eager.
“I don’t care, I’ll show you if you want.”
“Really? I mean if you want to? I was just fucking with you.”
“Who cares?” he said and threw back the covers revealing his hard cock.
“Oh wow.” I said in shock and disbelief. I wasn’t expecting him to actually do it. “I guess it’s only fair I show you mine.” And, I threw back the comforter and sheets.
We lay there for a while stroking our cocks. I wanted to taste and touch his cock so bad. I was eyeing his cock and he was eyeing mine. We were stroking them and talking about sex and our past experiences.
“Have you ever done anything like this with a guy before?” I asked seeing how far I might be able to push the boundaries.
“I jerked off with my buddy Owen once. We were in the same room with the lights off. What about you?” he inquired.
Ok, I thought to myself, he’s asking questions back and doesn’t seem to weirded out. “Yeah, same.” I didn’t want to tell him how far I’d gone with guys. “Did you see his dick?”
“Not really. It was dark and we were in different parts of the room.”
“Have you ever measured yourself?”
“Not in ages. I don’t even remember how big it was when I measured it.” He said gripping his cock and holding straight up from the base.
“Your’s looks about the same size as mine.” I it put out there to see what he’d say. He looked over at mine and I looked at his. “We should measure them?”
“That’d be funny. Sure why not?”
We both got out of bed naked and our cocks erect and just flopping around. I went to my bags to see if I could find something to measure ourselves with. “I can’t find anything.”
“Same.”
“Well we could just compare them, you know, hold them side by side.” I approached cautiously.
“That works.”
We walked over to each other. Naked with throbbing cocks and held our cocks as close to each other as we could without touching. Close enough to feel the heat from our bodies.
Ted wasn’t the first guy I had compared my cock too. But he was the first guy who’s cock was clearly thicker than mine. There was no denying it.
“Holy fuck man. Your cock is thick! Looks like we are the same length though.”
“I didn’t realize my dick was thick. I’ve never compared it to anyone else’s before.”
We kept stroking our dicks standing between the beds for a bit before we ended up laying in the same bed together comparing our dicks for bit. We compared our circumcision scars, thickness, veins and thickness. Each of us asking “can I see this?” “what about that?” Eventually working up to “can I touch it?”
We ended up stroking each other for a bit. Having some laughs and joking around. At one point we opened the windows as best we could to trying to and jerk off out the window.
“Damn dude I’m so horny. I could use a blow job.” I pondered.
“That would be amazing.”
“I wish I could suck my own. I tried when I was younger. I could just like the tip enough to get it wet.” I laughed. “That’s all I could accomplish.”
“I tried too.” Ted admitted “But I couldn’t get that far.”
“Have you ever thought about it?” I said meekly
“Thought about what?”
“You know, sucking dick?”
“I mean maybe a little. Like right now I kind of want to.” Ted admitted to me. It took a lot to hold back my excitement at this admission.
“Really? Me too.” the silence hung in the air. “Do you want to?”
“I kind of do. But I’m not sure man. I know it’s gay, but everyone is a little bit gay right?” He said with a bit of embarrassment in his voice.
“I’m down if you are.”
“I really want to. I just don’t think that I can.” I could tell he was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he was thinking about taking a dick his mouth. I didn’t want to force him and I knew that I didn’t want to go first and then not have him reciprocate.
“Look, I’m cool either way. I don’t want you do anything you don’t want to. I’m just horny and drunk as fuck.”
“I’m with you there.”
“Well, I’m just going to bust one out. It’s getting late. Do you care if I finish?”
“No bro, I’m going to finish off too.”
So there we were laying next to each other. Naked. Hard and stroking our cocks. I don’t remember which one of us nut first. But we both felt our relief, got up and cleaned ourselves off. We had a good laugh and went to sleep.
The next morning was hectic. Getting showered and packed and ready for our flights. We didn’t have a chance to really talk about the night before. We got to the airport and because we weren’t on the same flight, I walked him to his gate, gave him an awkward hug and told him I’d see him at home.
Hungover with butterflies in my stomach. I left Ted as his gate and made my way to mine. There were so many thoughts and feelings going through me. Most importantly, what did this mean for our friendship.
I didn’t see Ted for about a week after we got home from Vegas. We saw each other at a country corn roast. “Hey, how are you?” I asked.
“I’m good man. You?” he said in his usual way.
“I’m ok. We should probably talk about Vegas, eh?”
"Yeah, I think so too." Ted said.
And if there’s enough interest. I will tell you how that talk went.
Ted and I first met at off all places, church. Both of us were raised evangelic christians and so attending church every Sunday was just what you did. We both were volunteering in different groups within the church and became good friends. As we got to know each other we began to open up more about life outside the church.
I was a pastor's kid - my mother was an ordained minister. She wasn't the pastor of this church but I was still known as and seen as "the pastor's kid" AKA a PK. So finding a friend like Ted that I could swear around, drink with and later on smoke weed with was amazing.
Ted was raised in a stricter christian home and home schooled. He is one of the few home schooled kids that I had been around that wasn't socially awkward. When his family moved 3 hours away he chose to find a job and a place on his own at 18 and never moved back home since. Even though we were nearly 6 years apart his maturity was on a higher level then most 20 year olds I knew from around the church.
I have known from a very young age that I was into both girls and boys. The only problem with this was that I was being raised evangelical... read - it's a sin to like the same sex. But I had fooled around with other guys and was in denial - it was a phase, it would pass.
When Ted and I started hanging out I had been abstaining from anything sexual with men for quite a few years. As much as I found him attractive I didn't look at him sexually. He was a friend and that was it. So when I was going to Las Vegas for a business a few weeks after he'd turned 21 inviting him was more of a cool way to celebrate his birthday. I should note that we are Canadian, so turning 21 isn't as big a deal here, but this was just a cool opportunity. I told him "you pay for your flight and some of your meals, the room is on the company. We'll hang out when I'm not working. You can tour, gamble or hang by the pool". We booked his flights and counted down the days.
I got into Vegas earlier in the day as I had to set up for a trade show. His flight came in that evening. I took a cab to the airport to pick him up. We were so pumped this was going to be a fun few days. Just the boys without the girls.
We got to the room - 2 queen beds and a view of the strip. Dropped off his bags and hit the strip, bought a bottle of vodka and got a couple of drinks. The first few days were busy with work. My bosses were super cool and Ted was able to tag along with us for a few dinners and we even got him into of the corporate events. We ate great and drank a lot!
There were a few times through out the week that we got changed in front of each other and I'd peak over. I remember the first time seeing him fully naked - I was impressed with the size of his soft dick. I didn't say anything because I didn't want him to know I was looking and think I was gay or weird.
On our second to last night Ted decided to go to the strip club with one of my coworkers. I had "rebelled" against my church upbringing in many ways but going to a strip club was a line I wouldn't cross. I told him to go and have fun. I went back to room and fell asleep. I don't remember him coming in that night.
The next night was the final big event for the convention and trade show. Ted was able to get into the event with me. We sat at a table with a group of clients of mine from California. The event was hosted by a pretty well known comedian, the bar was open and the drinks were plentiful. Any time anyone got up for a drink they’d bring back a round for the table. At one point we each had six drinks waiting. The the event let out and we hit the strip for hours with one of my clients from California, if this was fiction or fantasy, he would have been a part of this story. It was our last night in Vegas and we partied hard.
When we got back to the room we were both drunk and were staying up to sober up, fortunately neither of our flights were super early.
Even though we both slept naked we we careful when getting ready to get into bed. This night we didn't care and stripped in front of each other no shame. I got a full free no guilt look at him fully naked. I wanted to see more of it. Inhibitions be damned.
"So how was the strip club last night?" I asked him. Starting with a fairly easy question, nothing overtly sexual. Just simple curiosity.
"Oh it was wild. I spent way too much money on lap dances though." he laughed
"Oh shit. How much did you spend? Are they allowed to touch you?" I asked, actually curious and wanting to live vicariously through him.
He filled me in on some to of the details and I was getting hard listening to him.
“So did or do you sometimes get hard when she was dancing for you?” The thought of him hard was only getting me more horned up.
“Oh yeah man. So hard.” He laughed. “Leaking a little too.” He said more sheepishly.
“Damn, ok. You must have had blue balls when you got back.” I said laughing a little. “Did you take care of things?”
He was open about talking about things so I just kept the conversation flowing.
“I had too. I was so horny when I got back.”
“Nice. Wait, did you jerk off in your bed while I was sleeping?”
“Nah, I jerked off in the shower. Easier to clean up.”
“Right on. That makes sense. Not that I’d have cared if you did in your bed. I was asleep. I snapped a batch while you were out.”
By this point my cock was rock hard and I was leaking.
“Fuck,” I said “this probably wasn’t a good topic of conversation.”
“Why do you say that?” he responded with something in his voice, that could have also been wishful thinking on my part.
“Well, I’m kind of hard and horny right now.” I was taking a chance here. Ted had never shown any signs of being into guys at all. He gave off the very much straight bro vibes. If he’d gone to university he’d have been in frat.
“Yeah me too.”
“You are? Bull shit.” I said “Dare you to show me.” Hoping that he would and that I didn’t sound to eager.
“I don’t care, I’ll show you if you want.”
“Really? I mean if you want to? I was just fucking with you.”
“Who cares?” he said and threw back the covers revealing his hard cock.
“Oh wow.” I said in shock and disbelief. I wasn’t expecting him to actually do it. “I guess it’s only fair I show you mine.” And, I threw back the comforter and sheets.
We lay there for a while stroking our cocks. I wanted to taste and touch his cock so bad. I was eyeing his cock and he was eyeing mine. We were stroking them and talking about sex and our past experiences.
“Have you ever done anything like this with a guy before?” I asked seeing how far I might be able to push the boundaries.
“I jerked off with my buddy Owen once. We were in the same room with the lights off. What about you?” he inquired.
Ok, I thought to myself, he’s asking questions back and doesn’t seem to weirded out. “Yeah, same.” I didn’t want to tell him how far I’d gone with guys. “Did you see his dick?”
“Not really. It was dark and we were in different parts of the room.”
“Have you ever measured yourself?”
“Not in ages. I don’t even remember how big it was when I measured it.” He said gripping his cock and holding straight up from the base.
“Your’s looks about the same size as mine.” I it put out there to see what he’d say. He looked over at mine and I looked at his. “We should measure them?”
“That’d be funny. Sure why not?”
We both got out of bed naked and our cocks erect and just flopping around. I went to my bags to see if I could find something to measure ourselves with. “I can’t find anything.”
“Same.”
“Well we could just compare them, you know, hold them side by side.” I approached cautiously.
“That works.”
We walked over to each other. Naked with throbbing cocks and held our cocks as close to each other as we could without touching. Close enough to feel the heat from our bodies.
Ted wasn’t the first guy I had compared my cock too. But he was the first guy who’s cock was clearly thicker than mine. There was no denying it.
“Holy fuck man. Your cock is thick! Looks like we are the same length though.”
“I didn’t realize my dick was thick. I’ve never compared it to anyone else’s before.”
We kept stroking our dicks standing between the beds for a bit before we ended up laying in the same bed together comparing our dicks for bit. We compared our circumcision scars, thickness, veins and thickness. Each of us asking “can I see this?” “what about that?” Eventually working up to “can I touch it?”
We ended up stroking each other for a bit. Having some laughs and joking around. At one point we opened the windows as best we could to trying to and jerk off out the window.
“Damn dude I’m so horny. I could use a blow job.” I pondered.
“That would be amazing.”
“I wish I could suck my own. I tried when I was younger. I could just like the tip enough to get it wet.” I laughed. “That’s all I could accomplish.”
“I tried too.” Ted admitted “But I couldn’t get that far.”
“Have you ever thought about it?” I said meekly
“Thought about what?”
“You know, sucking dick?”
“I mean maybe a little. Like right now I kind of want to.” Ted admitted to me. It took a lot to hold back my excitement at this admission.
“Really? Me too.” the silence hung in the air. “Do you want to?”
“I kind of do. But I’m not sure man. I know it’s gay, but everyone is a little bit gay right?” He said with a bit of embarrassment in his voice.
“I’m down if you are.”
“I really want to. I just don’t think that I can.” I could tell he was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he was thinking about taking a dick his mouth. I didn’t want to force him and I knew that I didn’t want to go first and then not have him reciprocate.
“Look, I’m cool either way. I don’t want you do anything you don’t want to. I’m just horny and drunk as fuck.”
“I’m with you there.”
“Well, I’m just going to bust one out. It’s getting late. Do you care if I finish?”
“No bro, I’m going to finish off too.”
So there we were laying next to each other. Naked. Hard and stroking our cocks. I don’t remember which one of us nut first. But we both felt our relief, got up and cleaned ourselves off. We had a good laugh and went to sleep.
The next morning was hectic. Getting showered and packed and ready for our flights. We didn’t have a chance to really talk about the night before. We got to the airport and because we weren’t on the same flight, I walked him to his gate, gave him an awkward hug and told him I’d see him at home.
Hungover with butterflies in my stomach. I left Ted as his gate and made my way to mine. There were so many thoughts and feelings going through me. Most importantly, what did this mean for our friendship.
I didn’t see Ted for about a week after we got home from Vegas. We saw each other at a country corn roast. “Hey, how are you?” I asked.
“I’m good man. You?” he said in his usual way.
“I’m ok. We should probably talk about Vegas, eh?”
"Yeah, I think so too." Ted said.
And if there’s enough interest. I will tell you how that talk went.
