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 Five

 

The cummy guy was getting dressed already when I exited the steam room. I felt the cooler air on my body and remembered that I had my face liberally smeared with the guy's cum.

 

We smiled at each other, and I thanked him again for the treat. He laughed and said he was happy his cum went to a good home.

 

I thought about what he said about not being ashamed of admitting what you liked, so I decided to be bold and go into the lounge for a drink before showering.

 

The air in the lounge helped my coating dry on my face. There were four guys in the lounge, three of them naked. One of the naked guys was filling his water bottle as I approached the fountain.

 

He looked at me as he held his bottle under the filler. "Looks like you got something on your face," he said guardedly.

 

"Oh, yeah, a friend gave me a facial."

 

"I thought the salon was closed," he responded.

 

"Not that kind of facial," I laughed. "One that can only be given by a man."

 

He looked at me until he felt water running over his hand as his bottle overflowed. "Oh. Oh!" He sniffed and scrunched his nose. "That's kind of gross, dude."

 

He stepped away from the water fountain. Before I bent to take a drink, I replied. "I don't know. I enjoy it."

 

"Better you than me," he said as he walked off.

 

I couldn't believe I had just talked to a stranger with a face full of cum. But my cum donor was right: admitting what gives you pleasure is a liberating experience. I didn't feel any more shame than if I had told him I liked broccoli.

 

I stood in front of the T.V. after getting a few sips of water. The clothed guy was sitting in one of the chairs. The two other naked guys – both in their late 40s or early 50s – stood behind the sofa silently watching the news.

 

I stood a couple of feet from them and nodded a greeting. The one guy did a double-take and then said to his companion, "Remember when I could cum all over my face, Barry?"

 

Barry looked at me and laughed. "Yeah, those were the days, huh?"

 

I corrected him, "This isn't mine. I had a donor."

 

They both smiled knowingly. "Even better," Barry said.

 

After a few moments, the cummy guy came out of the locker room and over to me. "Showing off my work," he asked with a chuckle.

 

"It's great work," I confirmed. Barry and his companion looked the guy up and down, apparently liking what they saw.

 

"It's nice to be appreciated," he said. "Have a good night." He cupped my ass for a bit, then left.

 

* * *

 

I went into the shower. Five other guys were showering at the time, so I went to the closest available shower station, where two other guys were washing and chatting. They both quickly acknowledged my presence, then went about their conversation. 

 

Luke came into the shower, taking the fourth showerhead at my station. He thanked me again for getting the steam room to work and looked forward to our going back in. Luke said he had been in the spa tub for a while, where he had met the cummy guy, but that wasn't cutting it for him. His hairless physique was majorly impressive up close, but he seemed oblivious to the looks he was getting from our shower companions. 

 

After a little more chatting as I soaped up and rinsed off, I said that I was going to head to the lounge to cool down for a few minutes before returning to the steam room. Muscle man told me to save him a seat.

 

I returned to the sofa in the corner I had sat on before. There was a constant stream of guys coming and going. It must have been a turnover time when some guys were finishing their night while others were starting on late-night workouts. I had just gotten a drink from the fountain and sat when muscle man strolled into the lounge. He smiled brightly when he sat on the sofa with me. We were backed into the sofa corners to face each other.

 

Almost everyone glanced in our direction as they came or went. I'm sure they were looking at him, not me. We sat in pleasant silence for a few minutes. I finally got around to introducing myself. I told him he could call me "Q" if he wanted. He said his name was Lukas, and he was from Denmark. He usually goes by Luke.

 

I asked Luke how much time he puts into his fitness routine. I confessed that I appreciated his body but was too lazy or undisciplined to do the work it took.

 

He said he spends about two hours a day, four or five days per week. But he warned that his development is due as much to diet as to exercise, and both take an equal amount of discipline. He said he sometimes needs someone to motivate him to keep him on track, but mostly, the results are the motivation.

 

Luke told me he likes feeling like he keeps his body in the best possible shape. "Truth be told, I also like the looks I get, especially when I'm undressed. Most people look at me as a freak or as motivation for their fitness goals. Others look with lust. It's all fine with me. They give me extra confidence and enhance my motivation."

 

I told him I had overheard him say he was here for a month. I noted that Dan, the barista, was also a masseur and fitness trainer. I suggested that he might want to schedule a few sessions with him while in Chicago. Luke's face lit up. "That's a great idea, Q. It's so easy to get distracted while traveling. There are a thousand good reasons to cheat on a workout when you're busy all day."

 

Luke asked if I knew how much it would cost and how to schedule a session. I told him I wasn't sure, but there were brochures with hours and fee schedules at the entrance. He jumped up, "Let's go look!"

 

I hesitated for a second, knowing that the flow of men in and out of the area would mean we might be seen through the open doors, though chances were low. But then I figured, what the heck. We stood naked in the foyer, just a few feet inside the swinging doors. I found a couple of brochures for personal training services. Luke and I stood shoulder to shoulder, sharing the same leaflet. Well, his shoulder was almost five inches higher than mine.

 

I glanced up to see a guy entering the foyer from the free weight room and noticed that a good portion of the room was visible from where we stood. He stopped to look at us briefly while holding the door fully open. Luke either didn't see or didn't care. I found Dan's name and photo in the list of available trainers. Luke was pleased with his credentials. I noticed he was listed as just "Dan A."

 

We continued to scan the brochure, looking at 10-15 people on their staff as guys came and went through the foyer. Quite a few gave us a bit of a reaction. At one point, a couple of guys were leaving as another entered, so both swinging doors were open simultaneously. I could see almost the entire free weight room.

 

I saw 8 or 9 guys lifting or spotting each other, but I didn't see any women. Even at my home gym, I noticed that you saw very few women doing late-night workouts (I worked a night shift, so I usually went to my 24-hour gym at midnight). This wasn't quite late at night, but it was past 10:30. A few heads did double-takes as they noticed two naked guys right there. I wondered if Luke positioned us in this spot deliberately for maximum visibility, but he seemed oblivious to anything except reading staff descriptions. We could have stood more out of the way toward the corner, but we were front and center. I decided I was OK with that.

 

I think one of the guys who was leaving decided to be a smartass because he called to his buddies to hold on. He stopped, holding the door wide open with his foot while declaring that he couldn't find his key card. He dug through his pockets and knelt to look through his gym bag. I could swear I saw him give a look to his buddy with a head tilt toward us. His buddy caught on and asked, "Should I check in the locker room?" As he said that, he came back into the foyer through the other door, stopping to wait for a response while holding the other door open as far as it would go. His buddy told him to wait for a second, so he just stood there with both doors open.

 

I could feel myself getting warm. I like pushing boundaries, but I began to fear where this might lead, especially since I could get my coworker from L.A. in trouble if I got in trouble since I was there using his key card. Luke seemed unphased. He looked up and asked the guy pretending to come back in what the issue was as he put the brochure on the table. 

 

When the guy explained what I was convinced was a made-up situation, Luke took a few steps toward the kneeling guy and asked if he could help. He stood about three feet outside the foyer, centered in the doorway. I was very nervous and took a step back. But I was also tempted to stroll naked out into the workout room. 

 

I tried to get a read on Luke. I'm not convinced he was an exhibitionist. I think he genuinely didn't care who saw him at any time or in any state of dress. But maybe he had a better poker face than I gave him credit for.

 

The kneeling guy looked surprised to see Luke standing beside him and stammered a little bit, trying to keep up the ruse. He finally mumbled something about constantly losing things as he rummaged through his bag, which was too small to take that much time to search.

 

Luke assured the guy that it would be no problem to replace his card if it were lost as long as he had his passport or I.D. The guy looked up and was eye level with Luke's flaccid cock, its loose foreskin still covering his glans. He almost looked like he was counting the pores on Luke's hairless pubic bone.

 

The guy, who was probably in his late 40s, seemed at a loss about what to do next to get himself out of the current situation. In the meantime, one of the guys in the workout room decided he needed to come into the foyer. He looked slightly intimidated and flustered as he said, "Excuse me," to Luke to step around him. Luke apologized for blocking the door, took a couple more steps into the room, and moved to the side. He began to chat with the third guy in the group, a thin and fit Black man of medium complexion, but I couldn't determine what they were saying.

 

The flustered guy who just stepped around Luke looked at me. I told him, "Those shoulders take up a lot of room, don't they?" It was dumb. He gave a tight-lipped smile as he gave me a quick up-down and moved into the lounge.

 

I heard the Black guy talking to Luke say something about "you and your boyfriend." Luke said, "He's not my boyfriend. We just met in the steam room. He's the only one who knows how to make it work. Hey, Q, come here a moment!" 

 

Luke had called me over. Holy fuck. Now what? I took a deep breath and decided to go for it. I walked out to stand next to Luke but moved to his side, even further into the workout room than he was. I could feel my jaw clench and a shudder of excitement, but I tried to maintain a calm and unphased demeanor like Luke was sporting with complete success. I scanned the room and noticed that most of the guys were ignoring us by now, with just occasional glances.

 

"This is Quentin Collins, the master of the steam controls," Luke chirped happily. Then he turned to me. "Guess what, Q, it's a small world. These guys work for [the company I work for] in the Baltimore office. I will be teaching one of their seminars in database customization next week."

 

I started to have a panic attack. Keep breathing, Quentin! Luke introduced the men to me. As soon as Luke mentioned my name, I saw a flash of recognition on the guy's face who was holding open the other door. As he told me the guys' names, I wanted to die. They all worked for my company. About 700 technology and system support employees worked across the company's 35 U.S. locations – nearly half at the headquarters – so not everybody knew everybody else.

 

These were also the days before Facetime or Zoom. The only people who had video conferences were senior executives. These guys were in content management system support like I was. We had emailed each other and participated in conference calls but never met in person. I was sure my capillaries were bursting as I entered a full-body blush. If people from the L.A. office were staying at this hotel, people from other places might also be staying here. Duh.

 

But wait, Luke worked for our system vendor? Finally, the penny dropped! Of course. He just flew in from Denmark, where our vendor is headquartered. And he was staying for a month, which is how long the various seminars and training sessions were scheduled to accommodate all the people who needed hands-on training. Holy fuck, fuck, fuck.

 

The guy kneeling while going through his gym bag stood, releasing the door his foot had propped open. The guy holding the other door let it follow him as he stepped back out. The two doors wobbled themselves back to their closed positions with all five of us on the outside — we all stared at each other awkwardly for a few moments. 

 

I got control of my breathing and quipped, "My travel briefing mentioned that these seminars would be casual dress events. Didn't you guys get the memo?"

 

My Baltimore coworkers laughed heartily at my joke, probably out of pity. That broke the ice, but I was still flustered standing naked with Luke in the workout room without even a pretext of being halfway inside the foyer to the men's lounge. Luke hadn't lost any of his calm self-assurance.

 

I saw a shadow through the frosted glass of the swinging doors and touched Luke's arm. "Oh, we are blocking the doorway," he observed. He took a few more steps into the workout room, and we followed without thinking. Now, two of us were standing naked in one of the gym rooms, we were also standing in an archway leading to another part of the gym, so everyone in that somewhat larger room could see us. 

 

I was almost beyond the point of caring. Luke was interrogating us all to determine our roles in the system his company provides. The three guys from Baltimore almost instantly went into shoptalk and seemed to forget about what we weren't wearing. 

 

I scanned both workout rooms. The one we were in had a couple of guys leave as our episode progressed, but three or four others had entered for their late-night workouts, all of them still guys.

 

The other room had resistance machines and punching bags, so there were a lot of visual obstructions. It appeared to be holding about a dozen to 15 people. Most of the machines were oriented so that people wouldn't be looking in our direction, although I could tell several were looking. A couple of guys trading off using an ab machine saw us and looked thirsty. I guess they were also emboldened a little because first one, then the other, took off their baggy shirts and tossed them to the side. They were bare-chested, and both wore matching short grey nylon running shorts with side splits to the waist. I had a feeling they were a couple. Maybe they were on a track team together? They looked to be in their mid-20s and obviously spent a lot of time on their physiques.

 

We had spent more than five minutes chatting as a few guys passed by. Maybe it was more than 10 minutes? It probably seemed a lot longer than it was. I was getting surprisingly comfortable with the situation. Still, when there was a natural lull in the conversation, I reminded Luke that it was probably the end of our cool-down period, and we should get back to the steam room. Luke agreed, saying to Manuel, the guy who started the ruse of losing his card, that he hoped everything worked out for him. Manuel looked confused until I reminded him that he had lost his key card.

 

Now Manny got flustered. "Oh," he said, "Turns out it was in my other pocket all the time." 

 

I wasn't going to let him off the hook. He and I had occasional email and phone conversations, so we were a little familiar with each other, even though we didn't know what the other looked like. I said to him as lightheartedly as possible, "Come on, Manny, admit it --  you made the whole thing up so you could play a joke on Luke and me, didn't you? You were effectively going to `pants' us, right?"

 

Manny chuckled along with the others. "Yeah, you got me. I'm as mature as a 15-year-old."

 

Luke didn't understand "pantsing." I explained that they were trying to embarrass us by putting our nakedness on display to the people in the gym.

 

"Why would we be embarrassed," Luke wondered.  I laughed and told the others I would explain it to him later. Luke shook each guy's hand and offered a kind of side hug as he said how happy he was to meet them and looked forward to working with them next week. I followed suit. When I got to Manny, he said, "It's nice to meet you in the flesh finally!"

 

I laughed. "I hope it was everything you were expecting."

 

"Everything and more," Manny replied and guffawed. The guys departed, leaving us two nude guys standing in the gym. Luke wasn't making a move to go back to the lounge. He was going on about how nice it was to meet the guys. I saw the shirtless pair had moved closer to us, one of them smiling at us as the light glinted off his earrings. I nodded and shrugged to him as I turned to lead Luke back toward the swinging doors. 

 

The smiling guy came over and said, more to Luke than me, "You guys are an inspiration. Thanks for the show."

 

I said, "You're very welcome," and guided Luke back to the lounge. We picked up our abandoned towels from the sofa and headed back to the locker room to return to the steam room.

 

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