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 Six
As I entered the locker room, I decided to check my phone to see what Dan, the barista, had sent to me. I thought it might be of interest to Luke.
There was a new text from an unknown number. I let my eyes linger over the name: Daniel Archambeau, masseur and personal fitness coach. I would gladly change my name from Collins to Archambeau when we married. Quentin Archambeau had a nice ring to it. Could I marry both Luke and Dan? Maybe Luke and I could adopt Dan!
I entered his name as a new contact and labeled him a "close contact" so that any call or message from him would come through even if I had notifications turned off. This was too important!
The first thing he wrote was, "This is my personal phone. Please do not share. It is only for friends and family."
Dan and I are family! We're certainly closer than friends. We had talked for at least 10 minutes. I saw that he had hours listed by the day, but after each day, he noted, "Call any time!" I smiled at the implication.
I smiled even more when I saw that he wrote "Negotiable" for his fee schedule. "Volume (hehe) discounts available."
I sent Daniel Archambeau, my betrothed, all the information he requested. I even took a photo of my driver's license and sent that along as proof of age.
I told Luke that I would also send his information to Dan. I was sure Dan wouldn't mind since I wasn't giving Luke Dan's private number.
I asked Luke to stand back and pose. I took several full-length photos of Luke striking spectacular poses. I also took waist-up, chest-up, and close-up portraits. Luke couldn't take a bad photo. He made no attempt to cover or obscure his nakedness even as men came and went, all of them appreciating his 6'4" physique.
Luke returned and stood behind me, pulling me tightly to his torso as he bent to rub his face along mine. "Which picture should we send to Dan?"
I scrolled the more than dozen photos I had taken to allow Luke to decide. He drummed his fingers on my lower abdomen as we looked at all the images several times. He finally selected two: one he called the "Most Muscular" pose, where he had his fists behind his back, showing all the tensed magnificent muscles on his front even as his smile remained relaxed and friendly; the other was a "rear double biceps" with his fists in the air showing all the muscles on his arms, back, glutes, and legs.
Before I could tap the two photos, my phone binged with a reply from Dan "Awe. Even your DL pic is adorable. I will enter your info now so I can print your pass first thing in the a.m. Looking forward to putting my hands on you."
Luke squeezed me even tighter after reading Dan's message, pressing his soft cock into my lower back as I almost squealed with delight. A guy coming out of the shower looked at us and laughed. "Young love," he joked. If he only knew!
I started typing a reply: "Thanks, Dan. I look forward to relaxing under your touch. I hope I am not abusing your trust, but I am here with a friend who also wants your services over the next month while he's visiting from Denmark. Do you remember Luke from tonight?"
I attached the Most Muscular photo to the message and sent it. Then I created a new message for the second photo with the message, "Maybe he can use my phone to send you his contact information? I'll understand if you decline. He is with me now, squeezing the life out of me in anticipation of your reply."
Only a few seconds elapsed when my phone dinged. "Are you still naked? That's part of our deal. 😊"
"We both are," I replied.
"Proof or I don't believe you." Dan shot back.
I held out my phone to take a selfie, but my arm was too short to get more than from the chest up. As I struggled, the guy who had come out of the shower a few minutes earlier entered the locker room from the lounge. He was also still naked. He looked to be in his late 30s and had better-than-average fitness.
"Do you want me to take your guy's picture?" he asked with a smile. I thanked him and handed him my phone. Luke asked him to take a headshot first. Luke stuck his tongue in my ear as the guy framed the shot. The photo was cute with me laughing and Luke looking directly into the camera with a glint of mischief in his eye.
Luke told the guy to take some head-to-toe shots. Luke and I stood with our hips pressed together and his arm draped over my shoulder. We were both laughing like goofs. Other pictures had us embracing and even with our lips touching. Then Luke scooped me up as the guy kept taking photos.
When he showed us his work, we all laughed. My favorite was Luke holding me like a bride, pulling my left tit with his teeth as he gave another mischievous look to the camera while my cock was at three-quarters stiffness straight in the air.
The guy asked if he could send himself that one. Luke told him to send all of them to himself if he wanted, not asking if it might use up all my data for the month. He sent 8 or 9, then asked if he could have a souvenir photo.
Luke and I took turns posing with our new friend Ted as the other took photos. I confess to being a little jealous watching Luke embrace Ted from behind as Ted's erection grew to more than 6 inches. Luke's hand grazed over Ted's cock as they goofed around, then he asked, "What's happening down here," he grabbed it and stroked it a few times as I snapped more pictures.
I saw that the background of a couple of pictures had three teen boys looking at me with wide eyes as they went to the steam room. Luckily Ted and Luke were facing away from them, so they didn't see the stiff Full Monty. Well, they saw mine.
Ted took a few more shots of Luke and me, this time with his hand around my cock, exactly where it belonged. Ted sent himself a few more photos, then handed my phone back to Luke since Luke is naturally in charge of everything.
I told Luke to send Dan some photos and his contact information. He typed quickly for a minute, then handed the phone to me. I opened my locker to put it away and said we had best get back into the steam because our cooldown was too long.
Luke asked if I was going to look at what he sent Dan. "No. It will be there later if I'm curious."
"What if I told terrible, scandalous lies about you," he joked.
"If it's so terrible and scandalous, it's probably not a lie," I retorted with a laugh. I did take a glance at it before I locked the screen. I saw how he signed off: Gratefully, Lukas Vestergaard. Well, at least now I knew my future husband's name and that he texts in complete sentences.
* * *
It was after 11 p.m. when we entered the steam room for our second go-round. I noted six guys taking the steam, including the three teens I had caught in a few of my photos of Ted and Luke. The temperature seemed about the same as when we had left it, so Luke was pleased.
Four guys were sitting on one side, the three younger guys together and a single middle-aged guy several feet down the bench. Two guys were lying flat on the other side, evenly spaced. I let Luke decide where we would sit. He headed to a spot between the supine guys. They were lying in opposite directions, so the one guy's head was about three feet from my right hip, while the other was about two feet from Luke's hip.
We sat a foot apart or less, and both breathed deeply of the hot moist air for a couple of moments, calming our minds after all the activity during our cooldown interval. It was quiet in the room until Luke spoke up and asked if anyone wanted the temperature adjusted because I had the ancient magic of the steam controls.
The guy to my right said he wouldn't mind it a little warmer, swiping his hand from his hip up to his shoulder and examining the light sweat he was producing. Luke asked if anyone objected. Nobody else spoke. I got up to make the adjustments, and he followed, asking if I would mind showing him how to do it, promising to nudge it just a little. We walked to the far wall, and I showed him the two adjustments to make. Nothing happened at first, but the steam system came on several seconds later.
* * *
Before returning to our seats, I noticed the three younger guys sitting approximately where Matthew had been. They looked as if they were high school students and were acting bashful, covering their crotches with their hands. Two of them hunched over as if they were scared to be seen. They gave Luke thirsty glances, so I put my hand on Luke's elbow to guide him to the apparent newbies, knowing he wouldn't mind giving them encouragement and a closer look at his physique. They had already seen me in the locker room, but not close up.
The third one looked a little more confident. His muscle development made me think he was probably more accustomed to spending time in locker rooms and gyms. I thought he was perhaps a gymnast or a wrestler. He kept his genitals covered like his friends.
I greeted them and asked if this was their first time in a steam room. They nodded. I also recounted that I was nervous when I started using public spas, but the shyness quickly passes once you realize that we're all here for the same thing.
I introduced Luke and myself to them. I reminisced how I was petrified that I would get an erection in front of other guys but soon realized that most guys get hard at some point as they relax into the good feelings of the steam.
Luke smiled and asked the boys to stand. The two looked petrified, but he calmly encouraged them. The third one looked skeptical. They stood, keeping their hands over their crotches. They were asked to put their hands to their sides and stand tall and proud. They complied. Two of the three had partial erections. The third, one who looked at Luke with longing, had a full-blown erection of about six inches. I was surprised to see the more muscled kid with only a partial erection was probably close to seven inches long. Damn!
Luke had them turn around. "Gentlemen, you were afraid of being seen while you are naked and hard. Now we all have seen you naked and hard. Congratulations! You've faced your fear, and now it's behind you. Carry on without fear or shame."
The kid with the full erection asked, "What happens if it won't go down?"
Luke laughed lightheartedly. "How old are you guys?"
"I'm 16," said the hard kid. "I'm 17. I'm 17, too," the other boys answered in turn.
"Well, at that age, you're probably hard 20 hours a day anyway. Just enjoy it. Nobody's judgment matters but your own," Luke lectured. "Sometimes, even now that I am 28, my erection won't go away until the second or third time I orgasm. I agree with my friend Quentin; it's all part of tensions moving through your bodies, seeking release. Your bodies can be a source of great pleasure if you allow yourself to feel it."
The kids looked around and saw that nobody cared about their erections of varying degrees and sizes, although the other guys all had looked at them. Well, I cared!
Luke's posture changed subtlety. He was taking on the mien of a sagacious mentor. He explained how to incorporate the steam room and sauna into an overall fitness program and the importance of cooldown periods.
"The only time I stay longer at one shot is when I'm getting a massage in the steam room. The masseur at my gymnasium in Denmark likes to give massages in the steam room to aid muscle relaxation. I've been going to him since I was younger than you," the wise master explained.
"I remember being a bashful 14-year-old the first time I lay on the table in the middle of the room with several other guys watching me getting hard, especially since I was there with my grandfather and some of his friends. Per, my masseur brought me to a great orgasm at the end of my massage. He had much better technique than my school friends at stroking my penis to orgasm. I was too spent to worry about anyone seeing me. Per allowed me to rest for a few minutes and then returned me to life with a gentle face massage.
"He's been doing the same thing to me at least twice a month for the last twelve years. He taught me that physical pleasure – whether brought about on your own or with the help of friends – is an integral part of self-care for a healthy life. It's not the only part, but it is essential for overall happiness.
"So, rather than being shy about it, be confident that pleasuring yourself or friends is part of a well-balanced, healthy lifestyle."
From his change in stance, I sensed that Luke had finished his lecture. It gave me something to think about, too.
"Feel better now?" he asked the boys with a warm smile. They all smiled back and nodded. Now all three of them had full erections.
One of the boys asked, "What did your grandfather do when he saw you cum?"
Luke smiled. "He patted me on the shoulder as he went for a cooldown and said to Per, `My turn tomorrow.' He told me later that he had been enjoying similar massages from time to time since he was a boy but that Per was the best he'd ever had, and I was lucky to be initiated by a master."
Luke embraced them, encouraging them to be themselves and feel free to enjoy themselves and each other. The second boy held on to the friendly muscle man, so Luke maintained the firm embrace and swayed with him a little. I could see the boy's shoulders shaking. He was crying in Luke's arms. I didn't know what kind of pain or trauma was being released, but I was genuinely happy that this boy found Luke. Somehow I knew Luke would make everything alright.
Luke rocked him for two or three minutes as his two friends patted him and soothed him. I stood by, trying to look sympathetic but staying out of the way.
Finally, Luke drew apart slightly and wiped the boy's face with his thumbs before kissing his forehead. "In the words of the great philosopher Dolly Parton, `Be yourself, and do it on purpose.' That's your assignment, young man."
The boy stared at Luke for a minute, then kissed him on the lips briefly, waiting tentatively for a reaction. Luke gave the boy a sweet smile that melted my heart and a reciprocal peck on the lips. Then the third boy finally got his turn in Luke's arms. I decided to hug the boys, too, just to be friendly. I didn't want to seem standoffish by refusing to embrace a naked teen boy!
The second boy squeezed me a little tighter and kissed me. I never turn down a kiss, so I decided to engage with him until he had had enough. It took a few minutes to satisfy him – and me – but I could tell he was happy by his wet cock poking into my stomach.
The third boy kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you for helping Tyler." I kissed his cheek and said, "Weren't nuthin' bub." The third boy was an absolutely adorable All-American boy with sandy blond hair and mesmerizing green eyes with gold flecks. He looked fit but not particularly athletic.
I'm generally not into teens, but I guessed he could get pretty much anything he wants by batting those eyes at someone. Wow.
* * *
I hadn't expected the steam room to turn into a teen counseling session. In the time it took for our conversation, the steam system had run and shut off twice.
One of the nozzles was almost aimed at my seat, so I asked Luke to slide to his left. Luke scooted down until he was almost next to his neighbor's head. I heard him ask the guy above the whistle of the steam jets if he minded us sitting so close. The guy laughed and said, "You can sit on my face if you want." Luke laughed too.
As is typical, things were getting looser in the steam room the later it got.
I was sitting just a few inches from Luke on his right. Our knees were in constant contact as we sat quietly for several minutes. I welcomed the extra heat and steam, which helped me relax as I worked up a sheen of sweat.
I adjusted my position a little. Luke turned to see if I was comfortable. He picked up his right arm and wrapped it around me, gently pulling me into his armpit. I sighed in contentment and breathed in Luke's hot clean scent. I like to kiss, so I started kissing his hairless armpit and lapping up the sweat. Luke giggled at me. He probably thought I was goofing around. When I kept it up, he sighed and hummed in appreciation. I was hard. I could see that he was beginning to plump.
After a few minutes, I extricated myself from his armpit, licked his shoulder and neck, and moved along his mounded chest. I was amazed at how smooth and perfect Luke's skin was. I had a sneaking suspicion that he was indulging me and knew I was getting off on his body, so he allowed himself to be used. But, if my using him was getting him hard, it was really for his benefit. Problem solved.
My gaze fell on the man to Luke's left. He was probably in his mid-40s and was slowly masturbating his more than 7-inch cut cock with his left hand while playing with his nipple with his right hand. He appeared to have an extremely tight body, his six-pack visible through an even coating of sparse dark hair down his torso. He probably shaved with a #2 or #3 guard on his clippers because his hair looked about a quarter-inch long or a bit more from his neck to his substantial penis. His quads were just gorgeous.
Luke saw where I was looking and smiled. He held me with his right arm, his bicep as thick as my neck, and reached to play with the guy's other nipple with his left hand. The guy must have closed his eyes because he was startled when Luke first flicked his nub. But he looked up and saw Luke smiling. He returned the smile as he offered his nipple for Luke's play toy. No words were spoken.
Luke varied his technique and the pressure he used to pinch and twist the nipple, observing how the man reacted. The guy appreciated Luke's attention because, when Luke stopped for a moment, the guy put his shoulders back to throw his chest out more, silently begging for more attention.
I was sucking and nibbling on Luke's right nipple, sometimes biting it harder and testing his reaction. At one point, I looked across the room to the three teens as I held Luke's nipple in my teeth. Two of them were trading hand jobs while the third, more muscular one, took care of his 7.5 inches on his own. I pointed to my chew toy and nodded at them when I caught their attention.
They laughed, but the adorable boy who thanked us for helping Tyler took one of Tyler's nipples in his mouth. About 30 seconds later, I heard a groan and looked over just in time to see the side of the boy's face blasted with Tyler's jizz. I gave them a thumb's up. Luke also looked over and gave the pair an encouraging nod and smile as he patted the back of my head.
I went back to work on Luke, getting a favorable response. My nipples aren't much of an erogenous zone for me, but I know some guys seem to have them hardwired to their dicks. Luke seemed somewhere in between. His cock had swollen to about 8 inches, with the foreskin pulling back to reveal a small drop of nectar forming at the tip.
I was less frenetic with my new spouse Lukas Vestergaard than I had been with my former spouse Matthew from an hour ago, so I didn't throw myself on his cock. I knew Luke wouldn't get bashful later and leave. As my right hand wandered over his magnificent musculature, I worked both Luke's nipples on his beautiful large round pecs – licking, biting, kissing, sucking. Luke caressed my sweat-slicked back and hip as he held me.
I saw more precum forming on his dick and couldn't resist the temptation anymore. With Matthew, I thought he was adorable, like a puppy. Luke seemed to demand a different approach, more submissive on my part. I stopped sucking his nipple and planted a light kiss on his lips. We both reveled in it. Luke's lips were strong but soft and welcoming compared with how hard his body was. I melted into his kiss. He seemed to be enjoying my moves, too, from his deep breathing and wandering hands.
I could have tasted his mouth forever. My tongue probed his nooks and crannies, slurping up his delicious saliva. My tongue glided over the surface of his, enjoying the slightly rough texture. I repeatedly surveyed under his tongue to gather the freshest nectar from his sublingual salivary gland.
Luke repeated all those moves inside my mouth, but his tongue was fatter than mine, so it was a tighter fit. I did everything in my power to make him feel welcome. I was surprised when the tip of his tongue could probe the back of my throat, briefly triggering my gag reflex. I suppressed it quickly. He withdrew, then pressed in again, going slightly further. I fought the urge to close my throat, but it lasted only a few seconds.
He repeated the exercise five or six more times, wordlessly teaching me to accommodate him. I was getting better but felt tears running down my face from the sensations. He withdrew from my mouth and parted from my lips, smiling wantonly at me.
I stood up, stepped between his knees, and knelt on the floor with my hands on his hips, transfixed by his now 9-inch penis – one of the most glorious sights in the universe.
The guy whose nipple Luke played with had scooted up, so his head smashed into Luke's side. He was still slowly masturbating, apparently edging himself with Luke's help. I smiled at Luke, waiting for him to permit me to fellate him. He smiled at me, caressed my face, then slumped down so his cock and balls were at the edge of the bench.
As he moved, he kind of twisted the other guy's head. Luke chuckled and told me softly to hold on for a second. He grabbed the man under both armpits and hoisted him up, so his shoulders, neck, and head were on Luke's hip and stomach. Luke said, "Alright, Quentin, do whatever you want."
The man adjusted himself comfortably, slowly rolling his head to the left to smile up at Luke, then to the right to watch me lick, kiss, bathe, and worship Luke's enormous cock and balls. The look of sublime contentment on our friend's face told me that he understood the tremendous privilege bestowed on him by being allowed to be caressed by Lukas Vestergaard.
I finally tasted Luke's precum and was confident it contained incalculable amounts of goodness and light. Luke's penis felt like it was imparting some magical power to me as I sank on it. I quickly replayed the lessons his tongue tried to teach me about opening my throat and almost laughed at the exponentially bigger phallus.
I have always been more eager than talented when it comes to sucking cock, but Luke's penis felt at home in my throat. Still, I couldn't get all 9 inches into my gullet. I yearned to rub my nose on his smooth pubis but couldn't close the last two inches. I swore that I would get that beautiful penis all the way inside me if I died trying!
I slowly pulled off Luke's cock as we made eye contact again. I kissed and nibbled as I moved to his loose scrotum. His balls were sagging in the heat.
Luke's erection was strong enough to remain tight against his abs. Our other friend rolled his head toward me and smiled. His mouth was just a couple of inches from Luke's pulsing cock. I gave the man the subtlest of nods, surmising that he was waiting for permission to join. It wasn't mine to give, but I supposed Luke wouldn't mind since he hauled the guy into a cuddle in the first place.
He slid his head down Luke's sweaty abdomen to get to the penis we both revered. He kissed the tip, then slowly slipped his mouth over it and continued until Luke's entire penis was in his throat. Luke moaned and told us how nice we were making him feel.
I had a double pang of jealousy: I was jealous of the guy because he could deep-throat all of Luke while I couldn't, and I was jealous of Luke because I could tell how much pleasure he was getting from the both of us. After I considered it a bit, I decided that I was dumb. I was in heaven putting any part of Luke into my mouth for our mutual benefit.
The next several minutes were a silent, slow dance of three men giving and receiving the most intimate pleasure to each other. I heard Luke say, "I'm not going to last much longer."
Time to put things into high gear. I grabbed Luke's right leg with quite a bit of effort, resting his thigh on my shoulder. He got the idea and moved his left leg to my right shoulder without dislodging his local friendly cocksucker.
I pried apart his muscular glutes and worked my way to his hole. He smelled musky and sweaty but exceptionally clean.
I teased up and down his crack, encountering no hair. I found my target and kissed his anus, and he opened up for me immediately. My tongue darted in as I sucked on his anal lips. I was sure his anus, too, contained incalculable amounts of goodness and light.
There was nothing but soft, moist, pure, clean Luke inside. He was delicious. Perhaps he had used the water wands in the lavatory, too? No, Luke was probably naturally fresh and clean at every moment of every day.
I heard a growing volume of groans. I determined to get further into him if I had to dislocate my jaw. I adjusted my kneeling posture to sit on the floor with my legs folded in front of me under the bench. I had a slightly better angle and could feel my tongue penetrating further as I stretched his anus with my thumbs.
Luke's breathing took on moaning desperation as his hips began to thrust, placing substantial weight on my shoulders. Whatever it took was fine with me. I have no idea whether my mouth in his ass or the other guy's mouth on his cock gave him more pleasure, but I was happy as long as Luke got pleasure.
I would have preferred to have been on Luke's cock to receive his offering, but I was arrogant enough to know that I would be with Luke many times again, while the other guy was probably a one-time encounter. I was his husband, after all. We are going to Tahiti to live in marital bliss. Shit. I did it again.
I heard Luke suck in half the air in the room before letting out a rumbling growl. His ass clamped on my tongue with a powerful spasm. Then, nothing for a couple of seconds. Then and even more forceful ejaculation. Then another pause. By the time he had gotten five ejaculations done, 20 seconds must have passed. Most people can't extend their ejaculations past five seconds. Luke somehow figured out how to ride his orgasm in slow motion.
My jaw and tongue were happy and sore. I was soaring. I kept lapping at his ass, determined to continue until my invitation was revoked. Our friend stayed clamped on the tip of Luke's cock, too, no longer sucking, just making sure it had a loving home.
Luke panted for about a minute as he slowly relaxed. I felt my shoulders bearing an increasing portion of his weight. It's what you do for your husband. Luke stroked both his admirers' heads after another couple of minutes, thanking us for our efforts on his behalf.
The sucker sat up, and I removed my mouth from Luke's ass. I swear he winked his rosebud at me on purpose. He has mastery over all his muscles. But I was still holding his thighs on my shoulders, so I wasn't going anywhere. After the other guy moved aside, Luke put his hands on the bench and lifted himself completely off it, with his legs piked straight out, giving me the freedom to move.
I stood up and felt momentarily dizzy. I turned to see our three teenage friends staring at us. I gave them another silly smile with two thumbs and a penis straight up. I saw Luke kindly helping our tight and toned friend with his leaking 7-inch erection.
I asked if I might be of assistance and received a smiling invitation. Then I thought I was being selfish, so I turned around and called Tyler over to us. His eyes bugged out, but he was hard again in a few seconds.
* * *
Tyler stood next to me, overflowing with excitement and dread.
"Have you ever tasted another man's penis," I asked him? He shook his head while staring at the throbbing cock tapping on our friend's absurdly taut abdomen.
I asked the man if he would be willing to initiate our good friend Tyler into the ways of giving another man oral pleasure since he performed so skillfully on Luke. He smiled at Tyler, having witnessed his crying jag with Luke. "It would be my honor, Tyler. I'm Martin, by the way. This is my cock. He's happy to meet you." Martin smiled as he flexed to bounce his drooling cock. He was an absolute wet dream.
Tyler blushed. "It's nice to meet both of you." We all laughed.
"You're a very handsome and charming young man, Tyler," Martin continued. "I can see why your friends love you so much." Tyler's blush deepened, and his eyes watered. "It's obvious to anyone who looks at the three of you that you love each other very much, perhaps in different ways, but the love is real. Cherish each other."
Tyler looked at his friends, who saw he was crying again. They were by his side in a flash.
"See," Martin said in a consoling tone, "One hint of distress from you, and they fly to your side. Not everyone is loved as deeply as these two men love you. Why don't you tell them how much they mean to you."
Tyler's face was leaking again as he grabbed the first boy. "I love you, Bobby. We've been friends since our first day of kindergarten. Even though you are the straightest, most heterosexualist guy I know, you stuck by me when I told you I am gay. You were the only one to stand by me for a while. You and your dad welcomed me into your home, and you even pretended to be happy to share your bed with me. I don't know if I would even be here if it weren't for you."
Bobby grabbed Tyler so tightly that I thought I would hear ribs cracking. "Ty, you asshole. Someone has to love you, so it might as well be me since I actually do love you. You're never going to get rid of me, twit. I even grew to love waking up just like this almost every morning after you cum all over me, dreaming about Chucky. You're the best friend in the world. I love you, Ty."
It was a genuinely beautiful moment to watch the two naked teens hold on to each other as if they shared one heart.
A minute passed. Another minute was almost gone when the gorgeous blond 16-year-old whined, "When is my turn? Stop hogging my boyfriend, Bobby!"
Bobby relinquished his friend, holding his face in his hands, then gently kissing his lips for a second. "Always and forever, Ty. That's us."
Ty held Bobby's cheek, not knowing what to say. Then he turned to his apparent boyfriend. "Charles Alan Beck, I love you. I think I've loved you since the day we met last year. I know I don't deserve you, and you could have any boy or girl you want, but I'm not giving you up."
The two kissed passionately. I thought I could see Ty imitating the moves I used on him when we kissed. They seemed determined to go on indefinitely.
I heard a grunt and turned to see Martin ejaculating, shooting a solid rope of cum on his left shoulder and pec, then another hitting his Adam's apple. Three more waning spurts came out before he was done.
He had gotten all our attention. "I couldn't wait any longer. I guess you two will have to practice on each other," Martin said with a knowing grin.
Martin recovered from his orgasm pretty quickly. He began wiping the cum from his torso and eating it unapologetically as he stood. "Ty," he directed, "Lie on your back here. Charles Alan, get on all fours on top of him with your cock over his face and your face over his cock."
Then Martin pointed to me me. "Quentin, is it? You be Ty's coach, and I'll be Charles Alan's. Let's teach these boys a thing or two, shall we?"
"You can call me `Chuck.' Charles Alan corrected as he got into position.
Martin whispered into my ear, "This won't take but a minute. They are both about to blow."
He was right. I knelt next to Tyler, giving him my best cocksucking tips while Martin hunched over Chuck to impart his advice. Tyler's sweaty lithe body and leaking 5-inch erection looked scrumptious. I was a little jealous of Chuck.
But when Chuck's hard 6 inches hovered above Ty's mouth, which was just inches from mine, I had to will myself not to claim it for myself. Ty had to pry Chuck's hardness away from his abs. I almost groaned as I saw a constant drizzle of precum land on Ty's face before he got Chuck's glans to his lips.
In less than two minutes, Tyler started firing into Chuck's mouth. I reminded Tyler not to neglect his sucking duties even as he rode his orgasm. In another 30 seconds, Tyler was rewarded with Chuck's cum.
Both boys seemed proud of their accomplishments and were really into eating each other's cum. There was no question that the shared experience strengthened their bond.
Martin and I stepped away to allow the boyfriends to enjoy their post-orgasmic bliss as they saw fit. Luke, who wordlessly became the gang's de facto leader, gave smiling approval to Martin and me, which made me proud.
The boys' friend Bobby was watching from across the room. I looked at him to see that the other guy sitting on that bench had slid over to give Bobby a helping hand with his 7.5-inch hard thick cock. It might have been 8 inches. He was bigger than Martin; I was certain of that.
I don't know if Bobby was reciprocating previously, but he was gripping the edge of the seat with his back arched, legs spread wide, and eyes squeezed shut as he became enthralled by his impending orgasm.
Bobby got all our attention when he moaned several times loudly to accompany each ejaculation. The first two shots landed in his hair and across his forehead, while the third streaked his cheek and chin. The next few were each less powerful and less voluminous.
Bobby panted for a good minute before opening his eyes to see us all watching him with knowing – and slightly envious – smiles. He looked embarrassed as a glob of cum slid down his sweat-soaked forehead and dripped onto his cheek, but I motioned to the jizz all over him and gave another smiling thumbs-up gesture. Bobby returned a shrugging smile.
Luke said, "That looked like a pleasant experience, Bobby. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah," was all Bobby could muster.
"Did you achieve that on your own, or did you have help," Luke prodded.
"Uhm, I had help." Bobby looked sheepishly at his "helper," who had returned to his position about a yard away, still sitting with a hard north-pointing prod.
"It's customary to thank someone for giving you a nice present, isn't it?" Luke pressed on. "Maybe you wish to give something in return?"
I saw the other guy sitting on the opposite side of the steam room with a bobbing erection. We exchanged a brief nod and a knowing smile before he turned to look at Bobby, who had done nothing with the cum on his face and chest.
"Uh, sorry, dude. I mean, thanks for helping me out. It was great," Bobby said awkwardly. "I could do you if you want. I mean, I want to return the favor since you were nice and all."
The man smiled, trying to alleviate the awkwardness. "You don't have to feel obligated. There's no quid pro quo. I helped you because I wanted to. If you're not comfortable helping me, that's fine."
Bobby slid over to the man and reached with his left hand to hold the 6.5-inch throbber. "I've done this to myself thousands of times," Bobby remarked, "It shouldn't be a big deal to assist someone else in experiencing pleasure through his body."
Bobby looked at Luke, acknowledging that he was putting Luke's earlier sermon into practice. The teen held the man's cock, observing its weight and heft, then began to squeeze and tease it.
"You can use lube if you want," the man said with a sigh.
"I don't have any," Bobby answered.
"Yeah, you do. It's all over your face," the man said with a smirk.
"Oh, yeah." Bobby looked over at us again. Luke, Martin, and I all gave him silent encouragement. Tyler and Chuck had taken a seat next to Martin. They were holding hands, and both were getting hard watching their friend use his cum to jerk off an anonymous guy.
Bobby stroked his partner slowly and went back to his chest to retrieve more cum. We could tell that both guys felt the lubricating effect. I could also tell that the man was basking in having his cock coated with potent teen cum that he had teased out just moments before.
Bobby slid even closer to his new friend. The man picked up his left leg and draped it over Bobby's right leg, giving the teen easier access to his genitals. Then he wrapped his left arm around Bobby, who returned the embrace. The two locked eyes and smiled at each other. Bobby looked proud of the dreamy, glassy look he caused to overspread the man's face.
I was happy to see Bobby sigh and let his head fall on his friend's shoulder as he watched himself masturbate him. Some guys are willing to help a friend, but they turn away and pretend it's someone else's hand doing the work. Bobby owned what he was doing.
It took only another minute or two until the man began huffing and pulling Bobby tighter and tighter. Bobby seemed fascinated watching the penis leak and expand in his hand before it fired off on the guy's chest and abdomen. He must have expelled almost a dozen ropes of cum on himself and Bobby's hand and arm. I don't think I had ever seen someone keep shooting like that, not even Luke's jack-off buddy during our previous round. Although that guy probably produced more volume. But this man was pretty well coated, too.
Bobby stopped stroking but held on to the penis with one hand while holding the man's shoulders with his other. They settled for a few moments, then Bobby absentmindedly brought his cummy hand to his mouth and began licking it clean. He stopped after four licks, and his eyes widened as he realized he was eating another guy's cum.
Bobby looked over to find us all smiling at him. Seeing no judgment from us, he gave a slight shrug and kept licking. The guy asked Bobby to feed him some, so Bobby swiped an ample amount off his stomach and offered it to him. The man savored his essence and Bobby's fingers. "It's pretty good, right?" Bobby asked.
"Delicious."
They took turns licking Bobby's hand until they had gotten almost all the cum licked up. The man then licked Bobby's leftover cum from his forehead. They both chuckled. "Is it still fresh," Bobby asked with a laugh.
"Delicious."
The two sat quietly for a few minutes, then casually untangled. They thanked each other for their assistance.
Luke stood and announced another cooldown period, breaking any awkwardness in the room. We all followed unquestioningly. Bobby, Tyler, and Charles left quickly to hit the showers, with Luke calling out that we would see them shortly. We suspected the three friends needed a minute to talk about their experiences.
Luke thanked the man for the gentle way he handled the situation with Bobby. "I think you're the first adult he's masturbated with, so I am
happy it turned out to be such a great experience for him ... and for you, too, from the looks of it."
"Definitely. It was a pleasure, both giving and receiving. Bobby seems like a great kid. You should be proud of him," the man gushed.
"I'm very proud of him," Luke gushed, "And our other boys, too."
I almost laughed out loud. That stranger actually knew Bobby, Tyler, and Chuck longer than we did, but Luke took possession of them and became their de facto guardian. Luke is always in charge.
The man leaned in and kissed Luke softly before bidding us a good night. He stepped to one of the showers and pulled the chain, shocking himself with the cold water for a minute before exiting the steam room.
Luke noted that I hadn't cum. I told him I would wait until the next round. Matthew had given me a pretty powerful orgasm before he left me and filed for divorce, so I didn't have a sense of urgency about cumming again so soon.
I asked Martin why he took care of himself instead of letting Tyler suck him. He explained that he would have loved that but that Tyler needed to bond with Chuck.
"Tyler indicated that he had a weak support system at home with the oblique reference he made to Bobby being the only one who accepted him," Martin observed. "Tyler and Chuck needed to strengthen their bond. Sharing a first sexual experience could do that. They needed each other much more than I needed a blow job.
"I think you and Luke helped to jump-start Tyler's self-confidence. The next step was helping him to gain confidence in navigating his relationship with his boyfriend."
I must have been staring at Martin like he had two heads. He patted my shoulder and explained, "I'm a psychologist at the counseling center of [a famous southeastern university]. I see this situation a few times a week with students across the gender identity and sexual orientation spectrums. It's pretty easy to identify the patterns."
Why can't I ever have an utterly superficial experience at the gym? There is always some psychic tremor shaking my reality. Do I bring it about?
I kissed Martin's cheek and told him his clients were lucky to have a caring and keen observer like himself as their counselor. He looked genuinely pleased to hear me say that.
* * *
Luke, Martin, and I went to the shower room to cool off. We saw Bobby's friend dressing in the locker room. Luke walked over and thanked him again for helping "our boys." Luke kissed the man's lips as two guys getting undressed looked on from not more than five feet away.
After Luke ended his kiss, I decided I would follow suit. The man was a skilled kisser. We didn't linger, but it was pleasurable, a little sloppy, and was served with a side of finger teasing my hole. Martin repeated the gesture and had hands running around his tight, cut body. The man left the locker room with a broad smile on his face.
The boys were finishing their showers as we entered. Luke told them to dry off, then go to the lounge for their cooldown and save three seats. We slipped under the showerheads they were using. Luke turned his to cold. Mine was tepid, but I turned it a little cooler. I didn't notice if Martin adjusted his.
A few other guys were washing after their workouts, including the shirtless couple from the workout room where Luke and I were lured out while naked. They took turns washing each other's backs but were not overtly sexual. I noticed that the guy with the earrings also had some jewelry on his penis. Two other guys were talking football as they showered.
We rinsed off in silence. Both Martin and I instinctively took our cues from Luke to decide when we'd had enough. We made small talk as we dried, tossed our wet towels in a bin, and headed to the lounge.
The boys were seated on a sofa with Tyler in the middle and had placed three towels on a facing couch for us. I took one end while Martin took the other, leaving Luke the center spot. We were almost hip to hip, with our thighs pressed together. Luke was four inches taller than me and about three inches taller than Martin, so he draped his arms across our shoulders, sitting in a relaxed open posture that invited looks from the boys and the handful of other guys in the lounge.
The boys looked less than comfortable. I guess they felt more exposed in the lounge than in the confines of the team room. I broke the ice by asking what brought them to the hotel. They had completed the first day of a three-day seminar for school newspaper staffs at the University of Chicago. They were from Davenport, Iowa, and had driven in with their newspaper advisor in a school van. While Bobby's dad volunteered to be the three boys' chaperone, she stayed in a room on her own
Since I worked for a broadcast and publishing company with a large news division, I engaged in a lively conversation with them. Being in the support business, Luke participated in many aspects of our discussion, while Martin occasionally contributed. Within a few minutes, we were just six guys talking shop, hardly thinking about how we were sitting naked in the lounge after having sucked, rimmed, and jerked each other.
Guys came and went, some looking our way more than others. I smiled when I saw that Tyler and Chuck were casually holding hands. Bobby saw where I looked and smiled at me, too.
The discussion somehow turned to archiving digital assets, Luke's specialty, and my chief support function. He lept from the couch and lectured everyone on the importance of a well-maintained archive. "If you can't find it for research, repurposing, or reprinting, what's the use of having it in the first place," he asked excitedly.
Watching the beautiful naked muscle giant animatedly gesticulating to emphasize his points was great fun. "Every process you perform – object creation, editing, layout, graphics, photo toning and cropping, story assignments, publishing – simply must be designed with the archive in mind. It's imperative. That's everything's final destination. I hear clients say that they don't have time to do it right. But they always have time to do it over when they lose something."
I almost laughed at the absurdity of the circumstances of his passionate speech.
Everyone in the room was drinking him in, including the shirtless couple who had just appeared. I visually confirmed that one partner had a Prince Albert piercing and looked a little skittish. They went to the bottle filler/drinking fountain, then returned to stand near our area, feigning interest in the conversation but enjoying the eye candy instead. I nodded a silent greeting to them and had it returned as they took another step closer.
The one guy saw me looking at his penis piercing. Our eyes met, and I told him I thought it was attractive. His penis plumped as he stepped close enough that his cock was almost on my shoulder. His partner said, "If you think it looks nice, you should feel it in your ass!"
I smiled and said with a wink, "Maybe I should."
I turned my attention back to Luke.
There were five or six other guys in the lounge. I could tell people felt freer as we approached midnight because all but two of them were naked.
Luke had wrapped up his exhortation and returned to the couch, vigorously rubbing Martin's and my thighs after he sat.
If you enjoyed this, you may enjoy my other stories: Rabbit Hole and Life at Warren Hill