We were both a little drunk when we decided to call it a night and go back to our room. I hoped my admission of having some bisexual experiences in college wouldn't make Peter feel uncomfortable. I was kicking myself for opening up my big mouth but we were both confiding in each other. In my mind, it was the alcohol that was responsible. I did feel bad for the guy though. I can't imagine not having my d**k sucked in almost a decade.
Back in the room, we both said we wanted to take showers and I decided to go first. Peter said he was cool with nudity and didn't feel like we should hide from each other while sharing a room. He said he slept in the nude and didn't want me to feel uncomfortable. I was fine with that too, so I stripped off my clothes, taking the time to hang them up before tak
