Big Fat Cock In Seattle

You never know someone until you live with them… or in this case spend a few days in a hotel together.

And even if you think you know yourself, situations will test that knowledge and even redefine who you are.

To explain what I mean I’ll tell you my story of a few days in Seattle that changed everything.

Tyler was married, with a couple of kids, like me, although his were younger. Well, truth be told, he was ten years younger than me, and had a ridiculously hot blonde wife… although she hadn’t lost all the baby weight from having two kids in 27 months.

He was a very good looking guy and got hit on regularly by nurses, patients’, and patient’s friends and family.

I, on the other hand, am the epitome of average. Ten pounds overweight, boring brown eyes, black hair with too much grey coming in and glasses.

My wife also never lost her baby weight, although she often starts new diet routines and buys work out equipment that collects more dust than anywhere else in the house. I love my wife, but sex is bi-monthly, oral sex bi-yearly and anything kinky a faded memory of pre-child life.

Which brings me to the incredible strange few days that changed my life.

The flight was delayed, the ride was full of turbulence and the food was shitty. Thankfully, the booze went down smoothly and both of us were a little drunk by the time the cab got us to our hotel.

Checking in was another nightmare as they screwed up our room and we ended up in a room with one king sized bed, but we thought it was hilarious as we were still kind of drunk.

Once in our room, after the long day, we unpacked and went to the bar for a couple of drinks and then back up to the room.

In the elevator, Tyler warned me, “Dude, I know we are sharing a bed, but I sleep in the buff.”

I laughed, thinking he was joking, “Yeah, me too.”

I expected some witty quick comeback, he was always joking around, but I didn’t get one.

In the hotel room, I went and took a piss and brushed my teeth feeling utterly exhausted.

When I returned to the room, I was surprised to see he was standing in front of the television completely butt naked, typing on his phone.

I realized then two things:

1. He obviously wasn’t kidding about sleeping naked.

2. His dick was huge.

Now I have since read many first time gay stories where the guy sees a big cock and instantly a need to suck cock occurs.

That is not what happened to me.

No, I made a joke about it. I quipped, his cock way bigger than mine, “Holy shit, no wonder you got a hottie like Sarah.”

He looked at me and shrugged rather nonchalantly, “It definitely doesn’t hurt.”

“No seriously,” I laughed, still staring at it and wondering how big it would get hard, I continued, “It’s like a horse’s dick.”

“You have lots of experience with horse’s dicks?” he joked back with a sly smile, as he headed to the bathroom.

“Asshole,” I said, turning away as to not look at his ass.

“Just making sure,” he said as he disappeared into the bathroom.

I got undressed and grabbed my pajamas, not comfortable with being naked in a bed with a guy.

I was watching sports highlights when he came out a few minutes later and walked to the bed, still naked, and slid under the sheets.

I asked, still in awe of his casual nakedness, “You seriously coming to bed naked?”

“I told you I always sleep in the nude,”‘ he answered, looking at me, “I thought you said you did too.”

“I thought you were kidding,” I said.

“Nope,” he shrugged, “I can’t fall asleep with clothes on.”

“Well, I’m not sure I can sleep with you naked,” I countered.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “your tiny ass couldn’t take my horse cock.”

“Fuck you,” I laughed, realizing my worry was silly. It was just a bed. It wasn’t like anything was going to happen… we were two married men.

“If you want,” he shrugged, “but I hope you brought lube.”

“That’s more a third night in the same bed thing, don’t you think?” I laughed.

“Playing hard to get?” He questioned.

“I’m more than just a piece of ass,” I joked, the conversation hilarious.

“Yes, you have a mouth too,” he shot back, this time, oddly, not laughing.

Suddenly feeling this was getting too ridiculous, I said, which was true, “I’m exhausted.”

“I’ll take a rain check then,” he joked, once again, as he grabbed the remote and shut off the television.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. To my surprise, my dick was hard, which confused me.

I let it calm itself down and crashed pretty hard.

In the morning, after Tyler showered, he walked around naked for a good fifteen minutes.

I sure wasn’t looking, but it was hard not to see his dick as he walked around casually drinking coffee and watching last night’s sports highlights.

He even talked to me while naked, completely oblivious to the awkwardness of it.

Eventually, he got dressed, and we headed out for breakfast before the conference started.

After a day of long, some good and some not so good sessions, Tyler said, “I need to hit a spa.”

“Our hotel has one I think,” I responded.

“No, I’m going to Steamworks. It’s a ten minute taxi ride from here,” he informed me looking at his phone.

“What is Steamworks?” I asked.

“Like the YMCA,” he answered. “You should come. It’s a great place to get some much needed release.”

“Why not,” I shrugged, my back sore from the terrible chairs I sat on, mixed with yesterday’s long day of travel. I added, “Shit, I didn’t grab any trunks for the trip.”

“You won’t need any,” he answered, which I thought was odd, as he walked outside and hailed a taxi.

I was about to ask, but a taxi showed up instantly and we were soon on our way.

The taxi driver was a very friendly man who pointed out a few tourist attractions when we told him we were Canadian and before I knew it we were at our destination.

I followed Tyler inside the building that reminded me of a classy strip club in Toronto I have frequented on a few occasions over the years.

Once inside, we paid to get in and were given a towel.

I was curious, but didn’t ask any questions.

Once inside, we went to the locker rooms and wordlessly got undressed.

Once naked, Tyler oddly, although not surprising after his frequent nakedness at the hotel, put his towel over his shoulders and said, “Time to go relieve some stress.”

“I can’t wait to hit the sauna,” I agreed, putting my towel around my waist.

“Jerry, be sure to just act normal,” he warned.

“What do you mean?” I asked, as he left the room and I followed.

As we went into the main establishment I immediately realized what he meant.

There were glory holes along one wall and two naked men were at them. One was sucking on a cock, while the other seemed to be waiting for a cock. Both the gloryhole cock sucking I was witnessing and the guy who was waiting were surreal. Who would wait for a cock to suck?

My wife always made it a dramatic ordeal as if she was parting the Red Sea the rare time she sucked me. Yet, here were guys eagerly sucking or waiting to suck cock.

I kept walking, although I couldn’t take my eyes off the taboo gay act as if I was driving by a car pulled over by a cop… always curious if I knew the driver (although being in a different country it wasn’t possible to know these guys).

The guy waiting asked Tyler, his eyes seemingly going big at the sight of Tyler’s big dick, “Looking for a cock sucker?”

Tyler replied, “Going to the sauna.”

I wasn’t sure if that meant yes or no as my head spun with what I was witnessing, even as my cock inexplicably began to grow under my towel.

As we walked, I looked around in intrigued awe as I began to realize Tyler had brought me to a gay club.

Was Tyler gay? The question seemed ludicrous based on the reality that his wife was smoking hot.

Did Tyler know we were going to a gay version of the YMCA? If he just wanted a sauna couldn’t he have gone to the one in our hotel?

Actually, a better question was why the hell was I now rock hard?

I saw rooms that were closed, I saw rooms that were open, and I saw an area that included televisions showing sports where I saw my second gay encounter of the day, where a rather large balding man was being blown by a skinny black guy. The balding man was watching the television while he got blown.

I stared like a deer in the headlights, stunned at the complete lack of shame at doing something so taboo so publicly.

Tearing my voyeuristic eyes off the gay act, I followed a casual acting Tyler to the sauna, my cock frustratingly hard as steel.

The sauna was empty and Tyler sat down and said, continuing to act casual, which made me try to act casual too, “So what did you think of that Cooper dude?”

His legs open, his huge dick dangling between, I was distracted. Yet, I sat across from him, unsure what proper sauna etiquette was, and answered, as I kept my towel over my hard-on, “Nothing really revolutionary.”

“Agreed,” Tyler nodded. “I wonder what a guy like him gets paid to spew generic fluff like that.”

“Thousands,” I nodded, having to focus to not glance down at his dick.

I mean I wasn’t thinking of sucking it or anything, but I was inexplicably drawn to look at it… like a moth to a flame.

“Shit, I could do that,” he said.

“Yeah, I imagine you could,” I agreed, desperate to maintain eye contact… kind of like when I dated the big breasted Sara back in college and had a very difficult time not staring at her ample cleavage.

Suddenly, the guy from the gloryhole walked in. He went directly to Tyler and asked absurdly, “Can I suck you?”

“Sure,” Tyler nodded, and continued the conversation with me as if it wasn’t odd that a complete stranger, a complete male stranger, was about to suck his cock.

I watched as the stranger, moved in front of Tyler, dropped to his knees and took Tyler’s flaccid cock in his mouth.

Tyler asked, “So how much is a lot?”

I vaguely heard his question, but was really staring on the guy between Tyler’s legs.

“Um, I don’t, um, know,” I struggled to respond, in awe of what I was watching live… as if I was on a perverted version of Candid Camera.

“Never got your dick sucked by a guy?” Tyler bluntly asked.

“No,” I admitted, still watching the guy bob back and forth

“It’s a must,” Tyler said, letting out a slight groan.

“But you’re married,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “To a ridiculously hot woman, may I add.”

3 thoughts on “Big Fat Cock In Seattle

  1. frank says:

    I remember the first cock in my ass, in college. It was much bigger than I expected and had a tough time welcoming it. Now I can’t get enough. More stories about first cock in ass please.

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