Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2019 22:37:02 +0000 From: Dusty Miller Subject: [gay/adult friends] Getting Andrew to Experiment Sometimes, I travel for work. Last Fall, I was at our company offices in a different city for a couple of weeks, working on a project. One day, I ran into an old friend in the cafeteria at lunch. "Hey, Andrew!" I said as I returned my tray. I was genuinely glad to see him. It had been about two years since we had worked together. "Oh, hi! What brings you to town? The payroll database project?" "That's it, exactly." I had forgotten exactly how old Andrew was, probably 26 or 27. I was 34. He had blond hair that swooped low over his forehead. He was wearing a rugby shirt and khaki pants, which was basically a uniform for him. His pale skin had rosy cheeks. He had put on weight too. Andrew had been a fat kid, (I had seen pictures), then leaned out in his late teens and early twenties, but now he had put some of it back on. He was stocky and solid. "How things are going for you? What are you up to?" I asked. "Not too much. Work is good, I'm getting promoted soon." "That's terrific! You deserve it. Nobody else could have salvaged that server crash. The whole company heard about what you did to get us back online." "I think that email exaggerated a bit, but thanks." He smiled. "I'm happy for you. How are things with Amanda?" "Uh, we broke up." "Oh, ah, sorry to hear that." "Oh, I dunno. What about you?" "I have a boyfriend now. I've been with him over two years now." "Oh that's good, congrats." "Yeah, it's awesome." "I have to run, maybe I'll see you around sometime." "Email me. We'll hang out." "That's cool." "I mean it!" We parted and I didn't see or hear from him. Six months later, though, he did finally send me an email saying he was in town. I tracked him down at work on Monday and cornered him until we had a good chat. As it turns out, Amanda had abruptly left him for no apparent reason, although he found out later via facebook that she had been cheating on him with her brother's friend. He had been feeling kind of low ever since, although he had been doing his best in the last couple of months to go to the gym and reverse the weight gain. "That's good man, not that you look bad now or anything." "Bah, I'm fat again." "Skinny isn't manly. A man is solid and tough. Boys are skinny little twigs." He blushed a little at this. "Where are you working out while you're here?" "At the hotel. They have a couple of machines, but it sucks." "I'll guest you into my gym then." "Oh no, that's okay." But I insisted, and made him promise to bring his gym clothes. The following day, I took him to the gym after work and we both got in a good work out. I also got a chance to see him naked for the first time in the showers afterwards. Andrew had an average sized soft dick, circumcised like me. His pubes and pits were a light brown, unlike his blond hair on his head and his legs. Mostly, however, he was smooth. He had no hair on his chest, not even a treasure trail. I kinda thought he might be checking me out too, but these things can be hard to judge. We worked out at my gym on Wednesday and Thursday too. We would talk about work, mostly. I also asked him about his ex and he admitted that they had been having trouble in the bedroom. He had lost interest. "Medical issue?" "No, or at least I don't think so." "Maybe you should see a doctor and get checked out." "Naw, it all works correctly. I do a function test once or twice a day," he laughed. "Do you ever think about her when you jack it?" "No," he admitted. "Well, that's a sign, I think. Maybe you just needed to be with someone else." "Maybe." On Friday night, I dragged him home after the gym and he ate with me and my boyfriend, (who is a pretty good cook). After supper, my boyfriend went out to movie night with his movie club friends and Andrew stayed behind to watch the latest episode of Game of Thrones and then hang out in the hot tub. "That feels good," he said as he settled into the tub. "I've been stiff from the gym." "It does wonders," I replied as I handed him a plastic tumbler of Dr Pepper. Andrew's mom had been a brutal alcoholic and Andrew never drank a drop. "You guys never get tired of it?" "We're out here almost every night. Although we don't usually wear suits," I winked. "It's a private backyard. Clothes are a concession to your modesty tonight." "Well, don't I feel special!" We talked about my boyfriend, how I met him, etc. I told him about how neither of us had started having sex with guys until we were in our twenties. How I always knew I was gay but that I had tried to suppress it. I had tried having sex with women a couple of times in my college days but I had always preferred guys. "This is a secret, but I once did it with a guy, a friend in high school." He was shy with details but it seems that in his senior year that he and his best friend had sucked each other a couple of times. "Did you ever think about trying it again?" He was slow to answer. "Yeah, I guess I have." The tension was palpable. "I'd suck your dick," I said bluntly. "What about your boyfriend?" "He can join in when he gets back. He thinks you're hot." "I'm not hot. I'm fat." I put my hand on his dick. It was hard. I rubbed it through his shorts. He closed his eyes, leaned back and let it happen. I put my hand down inside and squeezed his cock, then I tugged off his suit. "Sit up on the side," I directed him. He did as he was told. I sucked his dick until he came in my mouth. I started jacking myself. He took over and jacked me until I came too. "That was hot," he said. "Oh my god, yes. Come here." I kissed him. He relaxed and we started making out. That's where we were when my boyfriend came home. He stripped naked on the deck and slipped into the hot tub to join us. Andrew came twice more in the hot tub before we moved inside and we fell asleep all together in our king-sized bed.