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The wake-up call came all too soon. I looked over at John and his eyes were at half-mast. Did we really have to get up and attend meetings? I hit the shower first and when I finished, I woke John again. He finally lumbered into the bathroom and I got dressed. I called in to him that I’d meet him downstairs. The meeting was about to start and finally John bounded in and took the seat next to me. He looked amazingly wide-awake. I wondered if he had any memories from last night… The meetings finally ended mid-afternoon and now it was the golf outing. The course’s dress code didn’t allow jeans or cut-offs and John had forgotten his dressy shorts. Since I wasn’t golfing, I told him he could wear mine if he wanted. Of course he had to cinch them up with his belt around his hairy, little waist. John said that a buddy of his, Bob, was coming to Savannah that afternoon and asked if it would be okay if he stayed with us. They had been on the baseball team together in school and were best friends. I thought, well if he looked anything like John, sure he could stay! Late afternoon, the phone rang and it was Bob, downstairs in the lobby wondering if John was around. I told him that John had decided to go golfing, but to come on up to the room. I opened the door, and -- another god! He was shorter than John and stockier; he looked more like a wrestler. His tan was from being a golf pro back in Chicago. He had driven his Jeep down to Florida to visit his family, was now on his way back and decided to stop and meet John. He asked me if it was okay with me that he stayed with us for the night. I assured him it was no problem and suggested we see if we could get a rollaway. But Bob said that he could sleep with John, that they had always shared a bed while on the road with the baseball team. I couldn’t help but wonder what else they might have shared or done together once under the sheets. I sure wouldn’t have minded spending the night in the sack with him myself! When John got back from golf, I left them to visit together and agreed to meet with them for dinner later. John returned the shorts and offered to wash them back home first because he said he had sweat in them, but I assured him that I wasn’t worried about a little of his sweat. If only he knew that I’d probably never wash them again! As we got down to the parking lot, Bob said he wanted to grab some jeans to change into from his shorts. We went over to his Jeep and he grabbed a pair from his duffel. John was over talking to someone when Bob asked me to come stand by him at the car door and block the view of anyone walking by so he could change his pants. Facing me, he unzipped and dropped his shorts. I was looking at his hairy, naked crotch as he reached down and gave his cock a tug. He smiled and said that he doesn’t like to wear underwear. He stepped into the jeans and as he pulled them up, his ball sac and tool hung over the top of his fly. He carefully lifted them up and arranged them, taking care not to get anything caught in the zipper. Now I knew that I had to have him in the sack tonight! We spent the night barhopping and John and Bob were hitting on single chicks, so I called it a night and told them I was heading home. They said they’d try not to wake me when they got back. I was hoping they’d get drunk and get rowdy! A couple of hours later, after lying in bed and jacking off, I heard them return. They left the lights off except for in the bathroom so I could lie there watching them with my eyes barely open. John took off his shirt and dropped his jeans, leaving him in just a pair of silky boxers and crawled into the bed on the side closest to me. Bob took a piss that I didn’t think would ever end. Shutting off the light, in the dark he made his way to the bed. I could hear him unzip and shed the jeans before crawling in next to John. They whispered and giggled for a few minutes when Bob got up and went to the sliding balcony door and opened it to let in fresh air. It also shed just enough light so I could see Bob’s naked body and watch him return to the bed. I could just make out John’s bare chest as he lay on his side facing me. I woke up needing to piss and was thankful that the morning light was shining through the door. I looked over and saw the covers pushed over the end of the bed and John lying on his side, facing Bob. I could see the thicket of fur just above his butt crack where his boxers had slid down. As I got up and headed for the bathroom, I saw Bob: I stood at the end of the bed and couldn’t take my eyes off the sleeping beauty. He was lying on his back totally uncovered with his legs spread. His tanned chest was two mounds of muscle with silver dollar sized nipples surrounded by light brown fur. Bob’s belly had a trail of fur that lead down to join his lush bush of dark curls. His tan lines must have been caused by pretty skimpy Speedos. I enjoyed the contrast of his dark tanned belly and legs separated by the creamy white, fur-covered flesh. And that awesome cock I’d seen last night lay asleep, hanging down over his furry balls. Another bat and balls! And John lying there all furry next to him. They were an incredible sight. My rising hard-on reminded me of my need to piss. I couldn’t help but spend a couple extra minutes stroking to the images in my mind of what lay on the other side of the wall. I tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake either of them. I wanted to feast my eyes a little longer. As I walked around the corner and looked at Bob, I was met by him lying there with his hand around his tool, which had risen to standing attention. He just smiled at me and glanced at John to acknowledge that John was still sound asleep. I panicked and continued to my bed. No sooner had I crawled back under my covers when Bob got up and came over to my bed, cock standing straight out at me, and lifted the covers and crawled in next to me. I was lying face to face with Bob and he bumped his pleasure pole up against me. I gave him a look of shock and he whispered that he knew that I had enjoyed seeing his equipment last night and just now staring at him. He asked me to reach over and pull on his pud. He told me not to worry: John was fast asleep. I put my hand on his chest first and rubbed his hairy pecs. I told him I really liked his nipples; they were so big and full. He asked me if I liked big boys and I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his rock hard pecker. He whispered that he’d like it if I’d do for him what I had done for John the other night! He said that yeah, John had told him all about it. He said that John had loved it and wished I’d sucked him longer. Sure they had messed around tugging each other’s tools on those baseball trips, but they’d never blown each other. He sure wanted a blowjob now. I slid down and he slid up. Bob lifted his top leg, propping it up, spreading his thighs. I kissed his engorged head and ran my tongue around in circles on it. I grabbed his beautiful, hairy balls in my hand and gently caressed them. Opening my mouth, he slid his big, fat prick in until my nose was pressed into his bush. His aroma was so different than John’s, but still so fragrant. We lay there for a good twenty minutes as he rocked back and forth, in and out. Just before he reached the point of no return, we’d take a little break. I told him I wanted this to last. I rolled over on my back and he got up on his knees and fed that fucker to me as I ran my hands up his belly, squeezed his pecs and played with his nipples; time for another short break. Bob lay on his back and I crawled up between his legs, pushing them wide apart and went back to work. As I wrapped my hand around his bat, I slipped my tongue down under his balls and tickled him. I decided it was time to go for the home run. I went back to work on his tasty tool. He was running his fingers through my hair when I could feel the pressure rising. First one shot, then another and another. His cum was so sweet and salty; delicious straight boy cum. I knew that with his last little thrusts he was spent. I crawled up along side him and he said, “Thanks man!” He said now he knew why John was disappointed that I hadn’t finished him. I asked him if he and John had ever sucked each other off and he said, “No way, man!” I said maybe I’d see him sometime back home in Chicago. He smiled and said it would be great. He went and crawled back into bed with John. Later that morning, we all headed out. John decided to ride back with Bob and keep him company and I headed to the airport. Bob gave me his business card before he left. It had his home number written on the back. It had been a great conference after all!