The following account is based on an amalgamation of experiences I had during several business trips. Most took place in Chicago, but some come from several other trips to various cities across the country.

 

Some characters are composites, but I thought it would make a more entertaining narrative rather than just emptying my memory banks. I hope you find it worth your time.

 

The story depicts sexual situations between men and older teens. Please move on if you are not permitted to access such material or find it distasteful.

 

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Thank you to Kevin Sting, author of The Roommate Problem, for his encouragement.

 

Business Trip Friends

By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)

 

 

Chapter One

 

I was back in Chicago, where I traveled five or six times yearly for my job. This time I was to stay for about two weeks for a series of training sessions in my company's content management and digital asset archiving systems.

 

It was early October, and I had just turned 32. I had recently changed positions in the company, requiring more travel, mainly to Chicago for training, meetings, and strategy sessions, but also to my company's 35 locations throughout the country.

 

I used the small fitness center in my hotel. It wasn't where I usually stayed, but it was a last-minute trip due to some scheduling conflicts, so I took what I could get. It needed a refreshing but was well maintained and comfortable enough.

 

I recently recommitted myself to physical fitness after being diagnosed with a heart valve issue. It wasn't anything dire, but it got my attention. My doctor encouraged me to exercise, but not extremely strenuously. He told me I might work up to a 10k, but I would never run a marathon.

 

I hadn't let myself go badly, but I had slacked off. With the arrogance of a twenty-something, I assumed I would always have a 31-inch waist without trying. My size 33 slacks were now feeling snug — time to do something.

 

I bought an elliptical trainer for use at home but also joined a gym to get back to some weight training. I had no illusions of being a muscle god, but I wanted to be toned and fit.

 

The changes were pretty apparent after about six months. My slacks were loose again, and I felt so much better. I carried myself more confidently and liked how I looked with or without clothing. The results gave me the motivation to keep going.

 

I had always been a home nudist, but now I felt good being naked in the locker room, too. I knew I wasn't exactly eye candy, but I had nothing to be embarrassed about.

 

My gym back home had a strict no clothing rule for the hot tub, steam room, and sauna, so I had become accustomed to relaxing naked after a workout. Sometimes I would go after my shift ended at midnight just to relax without working out.

 

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The hotel had a large indoor pool on the 20th floor, but the fitness and spa areas were small. After finishing my workout, I decided to shower and relax at the "spa" instead of returning to my room. Nothing much happened, but it was nice hanging out nude and having short conversations with some other guys.

 

I went into the sauna, which was also tiny. I was the only one in it, so I folded my towel and sat on the upper bench, more or less lying across the whole thing. It was about as wide as I am tall.  I must have been half asleep because I was surprised when the door opened and heard someone say, "Oh!" It was a teenage boy. I guess he had to be at least 16 to use the facilities. He was just in swim trunks, with a towel around his neck.

 

He was surprised to see a naked guy sprawled out. I just sat up and apologized for hogging the bench. I invited him in. He was hesitant but eventually came in and sat with me at the other end of the bench. It was only about 6 feet long, so we weren't that far apart. I was sitting sideways, with my back against the sidewall. He imitated me, so we were facing each other. I was as casual as I could be, explaining that you're supposed to use the sauna naked, then have a nice cooling rinse and repeat the cycle several times. It helps release lactic acid and toxins in your muscles.

 

He seemed willing to engage in conversation. I guess it was less awkward than silence. He told me his name was Nate. I saw him glancing over my body. I told him that his swimsuit would get mighty uncomfortable pretty quickly. He said they already were. I said, "That's why I'm dressed like this."

 

I sat back and closed my eyes, pretending to relax into semiconsciousness. I heard Nate stand up and struggle to get his swimsuit off. I didn't open my eyes for fear of seeming to lure at him. When I listened to the bench creak as he sat, I remarked, "Much better, right?"

 

I started chatting again, keeping my eyes closed. I asked Nate a little about himself. Since he was willing to keep talking, I opened my eyes. He smiled at me and sort of shrugged.  He wasn't anything to look at, but he was thin and fit. His sparsely-haired crotch seemed pretty typical of a teen.

 

I remember that he mirrored how I sat with one leg hitched up and the other hanging off the bench, so my crotch was unavoidable. I felt almost as if I were mentoring him on how to be casually naked around other guys. I was determined not to make it weird for him.

 

He wiped the sweat from his body with his hands and tugged at his balls to free them from between his thighs after watching me do the same. Neither of us was hard.

 

We chatted for another 10 minutes until I started feeling the heat and had to go for a cool-down shower before I passed out. I told him not to stay too long. Before I exited, I stood and wiped myself again, both of us aware that he was watching me. I was only three or four feet away from him.

 

I grabbed my scrotum, held it out in the palm of my hand, and made a joke about having Pete Schweddy's balls, referencing the Saturday Night Live skit. He let out a lilting giggle that made me feel some kind of way. He grabbed his balls again, too. I got stupid and wiggled my balls at him as if they were talking. "Nite-nite, Nate. Sweet dreams."

 

I was glad he laughed again and wagged his balls at me. "Nite-nite, Quentin. You have sweet dreams, too." Nate was half my age, so he started to chub up at the wiggling of his balls. He quickly rose to about a five-inch erection but made no effort to hide it from my view, knowing I was looking at him.

 

I smiled and patted him on the knee, telling him, "I hope you and your friends have fun tonight," as he held his "friends" in a loving clutch. He blushed and assured me, "Oh, we will."

 

It took all my willpower to exit the sauna.

 

I finished a long cooling shower and was reluctantly getting dressed to return to my room. I spotted Nate entering the shower area. He gave me a knowing nod and a smile as he wiped his lower abdomen with his towel and carried his swimsuit in his other hand. I wanted to sniff that towel!

 

I smiled at him and asked, "Mission accomplished?"

 

If you enjoyed this, you may enjoy my other stories: Rabbit Hole and Life at Warren Hill