My Weird Experience (MM)

Category: Male-Male
Author: ~anonymous
Age: 43
Comments: ~no comments
(The author of this story submitted it to Solo. It was not published there for one reason or another.)

This is quite a recent experience. I always serve on juries when called. The cases have been either civil cases or small-time offenses. But this time I was called on a case in which one of the charges was murder in the second degree. I knew it would be lengthy but I have never shirked my civic duty and did not try to get excused. It ran almost two weeks before getting to the jury. We knew because of the visibility of the case that the deliberations were likely to take a while, and that sequestration was a real possibility... that is, putting the jury up in a hotel every night until they reached a verdict, so that they cannot discuss the case with outsiders or be influenced by media coverage. If sequestered, two jurors share one room. I had agreed early on with one of the jurors that if sequestered, we would share. He was another businessman about my age.

Unfortunately as the case wound down he had a severe gastrointestinal attack and was hospitalized. An alternate juror stepped in. Since the other jurors had by now decided on the parings for the probable sequestration, there was no other male but him left for me to share with. We were an unlikely duo. I am married, 43 and have two children.

He was 27 but looked younger, and had ear, eyebrow and other facial piercings. He was quite thin, narrowly built and tall with thick, long jet black hair, held back in a pony tail, while I am average weight, conservative looking, (but pretty developed as I work out regularly). Cutting to the chase, I felt awkward when we retired to our room. He was friendly and inquisitive and polite but I did not know how to relate to him. We talked for a while about our lives-he was temporarily working in a stockroom, although he had a college education, he had a girlfriend but saw others as well, and his life was centered around music. I do not know any of the groups he mentioned. The ones from my era he referred to as "old people's sound".

Moving on, eventually I took a shower and changed into my pajamas and robe. He took off his shirt and I was astonished at what I saw. His chest and back were covered with weird tattoos of strange creatures-dragons and chinese style lions, with some naked men and women entangled among plants and flowers. There was a lion's head positioned around one of his tits so that the tit formed the lion's snout, and he had a ring right through the nipple. I told him it was fascinating. He invited me to look them over closely and gave me a "guided tour" explaining what each one meant to him. This took quite a while and I got over my initial shivers. I could see he had a lively inner fantasy life, and some of the patterns were quite artful. He took his shower as I climbed into bed and turned off my bed light. His was still on. I was dozing already as he came out. He spoke quietly to me, "Hey dude check these out." I opened my eyes. He was standing completely naked just a few feet from me, in the dim light. What I saw was amazing. I could not take it in all at once. For one thing he had no pubic hair, or other body hair below his head. And he was covered with more tattoos down to and onto his dick. There was something else about his dick that I could not make out from the distance. I immediately sat up. He walked over calmly and turned on my bed light. Standing over me, I could see that he had a huge serpent tattoo coiled all around his hips and it curled down into his dick which was also tattooed in part. The head of his dick formed the head of the serpent and he had two silver studs piercing his dick head. They formed convincing eyes. I examined him front and back for a while with another guided tour. Then he started to become aroused as I took more interest in his body.

I have NEVER done anything with a male and have had no interest in doing so. Nor had I been this close to a young man's exposed hard dick. Again, he seemed to have no embarrassment about any of this. I was fully absorbed in the weird and intricate designs and the involvement of his tit and dick. He said, "Man, you gotta watch when the fire dragon spits his flame." He gently held the dragon head out, as if it were a real serpent, for me to take hold of it. On the one hand I was embarrassed about how childish that sounded, and thought he and the whole experience seemed shamefully preadolescent. On the other hand, yes, in fact I felt I DID want to see that fire dragon spit! With these very mixed feelings, I took him in my hand and stroked and petted the "fire dragon" as if he were a real creature that needed affection.

The young man then took me by the hand after a short while and led me to his bed, undoing my pajama bottoms, and I let them fall. I stepped out of them. He lay on his back and situated me on his chest, facing his lower body. In that position I continued to work on "the serpent", which, like a cobra, was jutting its head straight up. I enjoying what I was doing, and got hard. He reached between my legs, pulling my dick and balls backwards through my legs and he gave them a wonderful, very gentle, massage. He had such soft hands and clearly knew what he was doing, as this was not an ordinary jerk off I was getting. Just as I was reaching the point of no return the "serpent" started to spit its fire out at me. It was a beauteous sight, with its silver "eyes" picking up and reflecting the room light. When the warm white balls of "fire" began striking me I started to release my own. Just then, the "serpent" shot an even more powerful "flame" than the first, engulfing my belly and chest; and he still kept firing. I lost the last drop of my own juice and there was still more from the serpent's mouth. I took my hand off when that tapered off.

Before either of us moved the young man asked if I wouldn't like to feel the serpent "eyes" in my throat. In fact I did want to do that once he suggested it. But I was now getting uncomfortable that we had already gone too far. So I said no. He said, "That's cool man, but I still gotta get rid of more jizz." I stayed in that position on his chest, he slid down further between my legs and started licking my balls, with one hand on my dick and began jerking himself off with his other hand. On himself he used the same gentle touches he was using on me. He was also very good with his tongue. It took a while and by the time he was hard and ready to cum I was hard again myself too, and I jerked myself off over him while he let the "Serpent" spit out its third firestorm.

Afterwards I wanted to talk about what had just happened but he said he was dead tired and needed to sleep. I took a second shower but he just slept in all the cum, didn't even wipe it up. I was awake all night I mean ALL night, confused but mostly feeling a wonderful comfort.

The next day he was very polite again, but it seemed as though for him nothing had happened. That morning the jury reached a verdict (not guilty of murder; guilty of aggravated manslaughter). As the jury was leaving, he came up to me in the hall, thanked me, took my hand and gave me a small kiss. He actually thanked me! I still haven't processed all this but it certainly left my head spinning. I am glad I can share it here.