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For several weeks I tried not to think about Tom, and for the most part succeeded. But I couldn?t put him out of my mind completely, and there were times when I missed him terribly. Once or twice I picked up the phone intending to call him, and many times started writing him an email, but I couldn?t bring myself to press the ?call? or ?send? buttons. Things at home were predictably grim. My wife was still talking to me, though just barely, and she usually turned away when I tried to kiss her. Sex, of course, was out of the question -- not that my libido was that strong, anyway. It wasn?t until I went out of town on business, for an annual convention I attended nearly every year, that I even thought about breaking my promise to her, and then I broke it thoroughly. The convention was in Chicago, one of my favorite places, so I arranged to fly in the day before the convention so I could walk around downtown and have dinner with some old friends. When I got back to the hotel it was still fairly early, so I decided to stop by the hotel bar for a nightcap. At a table near the back was a guy I recognized from previous conventions; he?d been on a panel I attended the previous year, and we had talked for 10 or 15 minutes afterwards. He looked up when I walked in, and though I could tell it took him a second to place me, he waved and smiled and pointed at the empty chair across from him. I went over and shook his hand. ?I know I know you,? I said, ?but to be honest I can?t remember your name.? ?I can?t remember yours either,? he said. ?Why don?t you be Fred, say, and I?ll be Dave.? ?Good to see you again, Dave,? I said. ?It?s been a long time, Fred,? he answered with a laugh. ?Buy you a drink?? ?Dying for one,? I said. I thought we would switch immediately to our real names, but ?Dave? plunged instead into small talk. ?You?re here early for the convention?? So I told him about coming early to see my friends, and he said he?d come early to visit a Navy buddy, and from there we went on to other things, and I soon forgot about names altogether. After half an hour?s talk and three doubles he looked at me kind of drunkenly and said, ?The nice thing about not knowing each other?s real names is we can pretend to be whoever we want. Like, I could pretend to be a guy who wants to suck your dick, and you could pretend to be a guy who wants me to do it.? For a second I just isvecbahis stared at him. ?Um....,? was all I could say. ?If you really didn?t like the idea you would have left or punched me out by now,? he said. ?So I guess you do want me to do it.? He looked at me steadily now, but I couldn?t quite work up an answer. At first I asked myself, ?What, do I radiate gayness or something? This is the second time some guy?s come on to me in a bar.? My dick, however, was making my mind up for me. I was already half-hard and getting harder by the second. ?Well, Dave,? I said. ?I?ll agree on one condition.? ?What?s that, Fred?? ?That I get to suck you, too.? Now it was his turn to be surprised. ?You serious?? ?Yes,? I said. ?Let?s go.? We both swayed a bit when we stood up, but steadied ourselves enough to get to the elevator in the lobby. When the doors closed behind us Dave immediately closed the distance between us, planted a vigorous kiss on my lips and clamped his hand on my crotch. ?Down, boy,? I said, but as he pulled away I cupped his balls and gave them a friendly tug. Only now did I take a look at him. Not especially good-looking, I thought, but solid, well-built. A good-sized dick, probably, judging by the size of the bulge in his pants. We got off at his floor and I followed him to his room. The second he got inside he started undressing, and was down to his underwear and socks by the time he reached the bed. Throwing back the covers, he sat down, took off his socks and waited for me. I had thought enough on the trip upstairs to feel guilty about what I was about to do, but that didn?t mean I wasn?t going to do it. I stripped completely, and with my hardon pointing the way I walked over to him. He was well-built, as I thought; looked like he might have been a linebacker in high school, with big biceps and a broad, muscular chest. The look on his face was hungry, and he immediately took me in his mouth. The feeling was so wonderful my knees almost buckled, but he wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me steady while he pumped my swollen cock. Deep-throating was obviously no trouble for him, and he seemed determined to make me come as quickly as possible. He used his hand as well as his mouth, wringing my cock rhythmically while he sucked, while with the other he massaged my balls. Although I?d jacked off regularly since that confrontation isveçbahis giriş with my wife, it was more out of a sense of duty than anything; I hadn?t really gotten my rocks off in weeks. Now I did, in four, five, six shuddering thrusts and a moan that probably could be heard in the lobby. I must have produced a flood of cum, because he swallowed four times before he let me go. ?I guess you needed that,? he said. ?I need this, too,? I said, pushing him back on the bed and yanking his underwear down around his ankles. I was right about his cock; it was a big one -- a good nine inches long, two inches wide at the basen -- and about as hard as a baseball bat. No way I can deep-throat that, I thought, but I can certainly give him a good time. In two minutes I had him writhing on the bed; in three, I had him on the point of cumming. To my surprise he pushed me off and finished himself off with his hand. I have never seen so much cum in my life; it literally poured out of him. When the gushing stopped and his ragged breathing had returned to normal, he said, ?I just love watching myself come.? ?It certainly was impressive,? I said, climbing up on the bed next to him. ?Dan,? I said, offering my hand. ?Ken,? he said, taking it. ?Though I kind of liked being Dave.? After we chatted a few minutes he asked me what I was doing the next night. ?Not much,? I said. ?After the afternoon sessions I thought I might wander down Michigan Avenue for awhile, just taking it in. I love Chicago.? ?I?ve got a better idea,? he said. ?Why don?t you join the WiFi Bi Guys?? ?The who?? ?The WiFi Bi Guys,? he said. ?It?s a group of married guys who get together at these conventions each year and have sex.? ?You?re kidding me.? ?No, I?m not,? he said. ?It got started three or four years ago when a couple of guys hooked up online -- that?s the WiFi part -- and gradually they pulled other guys in. I think there are five of us here this time -- usually there?s one or two more, but some companies cut back on travel this year.? ?Where do you meet?? ?One of our rooms.? ?And what do you do?? ?Pretty much whatever anyone?s into. The only rules are: safe sex only, no bathroom stuff, no pain. Everything else is OK.? ?Wow,? I said. ?Hot.? ? Very hot,? he said. ?Why don?t I come by your room about 9 and get you?? ?Ok,? I said. ?Sounds like a plan.? Before I left he handed me isveçbahis yeni giriş a Viagra. ?Take this about 8:30,? he said. ?You?ll be glad you did.? Needless to say, the next day was a very long one. I had always tried to get something useful out of the convention sessions, but this time I found it hard to concentrate. I kept drifting off into thoughts of cum gushing from Ken?s big dick, and fantasies about what I might find that night. Once I spotted Ken in the hallway talking in low tones to a red-haired guy, and I found myself wondering whether he was one of the Bi Guys and what he looked like naked. I suddenly got hard, and I had to sit down for a second before it subsided enough for me to walk away without making a spectacle of myself. Five o?clock eventually came around, and with it the end of the day?s sessions. I had a bite to eat, went upstairs, got a drink out of the Servi-Bar and called my wife. We talked for a bit, she put the kids on, and she said a loving goodbye. Hadn?t had a lot of those lately, I thought. I nodded off watching the TV, and woke up about 8. I decided to get a shower, and at 8:30 took the Viagra. I sat on the bed fidgeting for about 20 minutes, and stood up with a start when I finally heard Ken?s knock. We took the elevator up another four floors, walked down a long hallway and stopped before the last door. Ken knocked and a voice said, ?Come in.? At first all I saw was a tangle of naked bodies on one of the two beds -- three, four guys, it was hard to tell at first. I heard someone say, ?New Guy!? and the pile broke up. Four guys gathered in a semi-circle in front of me, all of them slowly stroking their dicks: a tall, thin guy, probably a runner; the red-haired guy I?d seen yesterday, a little on the pudgy side but with a cock nearly as big as Ken?s; a dark-complected guy, kind of hairy, quite muscular: and a slim black guy -- one of the best-looking guys, I thought, I?d ever seen in person. All four wore wedding rings. ?Len, Terry, Ahmed, Sean,? Ken said, pointing at them one by one. ?This is Dan.? ?Hey, Dan,? they said. While Ken helped me take off my clothes, the four formed a line in front of me. When I was naked Ken dropped to his knees, took me briefly in his mouth, gave me few vigorous strokes with his hand, and then got up again to get undressed. The other four came up to me one by one, dropping to their knees and each sucking me briefly before returning to the bed. When it was Sean?s turn he gave me a long look before sucking me -- I had the feeling he was as attracted to me as I was to him -- and he sucked me much longer than the others did.