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 Seven

 

"Well, it seems you boys are having a productive night, but it's about time for you to get to bed," I heard a baritone voice behind me.

 

"Dad!" Bobby exclaimed. The three boys sat frozen, staring at their chaperone. Chuck attempted to remove his hand from Tyler's, but Tyler gripped it more firmly and ensured their joined hands were visible.

 

Luke rose and strode to the man to introduce himself with a welcoming smile and extended hand. I loved to listen to him pronounce his name. I hoped it would sound as sexy coming out of my mouth after we got married.

 

"I apologize if the boys missed their curfew," Luke offered. We got to talking about newspapers and publishing between sessions in the steam room, and we seem to have lost track of time. These boys are fantastic young men. You should be very proud of them."

 

The man reflexively shook Luke's hand and placed his left hand on Luke's left hip. He thanked Luke and introduced himself as Robert Trachtenberg, keeping both hands on my Nordic husband. I couldn't blame him. After a pause, Robert asked, "Did you say they are fantastic? I think the steam has gotten to you. They are adequate at best."

 

Luke laughed, betraying no sense of discomfort or defensiveness. His laughter caused everyone else to relax. "We met your charges in the steam room and taught them how to use it safely. We are about to finish our cool-down interval and are ready for our last session."

 

Mr. Trachtenberg looked like a very well-maintained, garage-kept man of about 35-40 years. If I didn't know better, I would have thought it was a young – and more muscular – Tom Ford standing there.

 

He stood just over six feet tall and had a narrow handsome face with round cheekbones like his son, only with a couple of days' growth. His light brown receding hair was buzzed just slightly longer than his beard. His lips looked as if they were permanently pursed.

 

Like Luke, he radiated a sense of authority.

 

He wore threadbare grey sweats hanging on his hips, cut off sloppily above mid-thigh, revealing well-toned legs and a barely-concealed outline of his cut cockhead behind the dangling untied drawstring. The shorts were so worn that the material was pulling away from the waistband in a few places, including a four-inch-long gap on his mountainous glute, revealing the bare skin of the left cheek underneath.

 

On top, he sported a worn scoop neck T-shirt with "Quad Cities Academy Wrestling" printed on it. It was cut off at the waist – again pretty sloppily – so it stopped about an inch above his navel. Its sleeves were cut off high on the shoulders, leaving only thin strings for shoulder straps and side seams wide open except for the bottom inch.

 

Since his shorts were sagging, there was a gap of about four inches between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his shorts, revealing tight and toned muscle. The shirt would have looked more like a loose runner's bib for an amateur 5k if I had worn it. But on him, it looked as if hacking away at the material was the only way to accommodate his shoulders, arms, and chest, which were nicely displayed. He was well-built but not as tight or cut as Luke or Martin.

 

Luke, the Nordic god, removed his right hand from Robert's grip and turned to Bobby, who still looked guarded. As Luke turned, Robert's left hand slid from Luke's hip to his ass, his fingers spread wide over Luke's granite left glute. Luke smiled at Mr. Trachtenberg and put his right hand on Robert's back, snaking his fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulling the man close to his side.

 

"Bobby, show your dad where to take off his clothes so he can enjoy the last go-round in the steam room with us."

 

Bobby stood to follow Luke's suggestion because everyone automatically followed Luke's directions. Eyes darted from Bobby to his dad. Mr. Trachtenberg looked at the room of naked men as he patted Luke's ass and quipped, "It seems that right here is as good a place to get naked as any other."

 

He separated from Luke and pulled off his shirt, tossed it to Bobby, tugged off his sweats, balled them up, and threw them at Chuck. "Do those still smell fresh, Chucky Cheese? Do you think I can wear them for another day?"

 

Robert put his arm around Luke again, so Luke reciprocated with an inviting smile. Chuck pulled the shorts to his face and took a massive whiff before realizing he was being pranked. His face turned red, but his cock engorged. Mr. Trachtenberg, standing naked except for his foam flip-flops, laughed at Chuck. "It works every time!"

 

I wasn't sure whether he was referring to his prank or the effect sniffing his shorts had on Chuck.

 

Robert's torso was sprinkled with a sparse coating of light brown hair that he kept neatly trimmed. I couldn't help but notice his cut cock appeared flaccid but was hanging at least five inches below a tightly trimmed bush. I surmised that Bobby got his impressive cock from his dad.

 

As he laughed at his prank, Robert patted Luke's ass and rubbed his hairless belly.

 

I tried to be discrete as I scanned Robert's body. It appeared that his arms and legs were completely hairless. I decided my initial assessment was inaccurate – he was 90% as cut and toned as Martin and about five years younger. Robert's chest was more developed than Martin's but less than Luke's – obviously. Very nice, indeed. He compared favorably with Luke as they stood holding each other like old friends.

 

Bobby broke my spell when he stepped away from the couch, plucked the sweat shorts from Chuck, and called, "Come on, Dad, it'll be fun and relaxing. The perfect way to end an evening."

 

I was pleasantly surprised how Bobby had regained his confidence, again taking his cue from our fearless leader. I scanned both Bobby and Robert, noting how unmistakable their resemblance was.

 

Mr. Trachtenberg balked at using the steam room, saying it was getting late and all the boys should be in their room shortly. Bobby responded that 10 or 15 minutes would make no meaningful difference.

 

Martin stood and introduced himself to Bobby's dad, who couldn't help but notice the naked psychologist's incredibly tight physique. Robert removed his hands from Luke and shook Martin's hand while placing his left hand on Martin's hip as he had done with Luke.

 

"Hi Robert, I'm Martin Dempsey," he said as they held hands. "Let me take you to my locker. You'll be sick of sharing with these boys by the time you go home. Share with me instead."

 

Then Martin turned to the boys. "Gentlemen, get yourselves a good drink of water for a couple of minutes before we go back to the steam room. We don't want anyone getting dehydrated. I'll show Mr. Trachtenberg what's what."

 

From my angle, I could see Martin winking at the boys as he held up his left hand, indicating for Bobby to toss Robert's clothing to him. As he did so, Martin's right hand went to Robert's ass and rubbed it in welcome. Robert smiled at Martin with an inscrutable look but put his left hand on Martin's ass and made no pretense about enjoying feeling around.

 

Martin caught the clothing from Bobby and made a show of sniffing Robert's shorts. "I don't know, Chuck. I think these could go for another month, don't you?"

 

We laughed as Chuck blushed again.

 

"I like you already, Martin," Robert decided. "Let's go stash my clothing."

 

Martin kept his right hand on Mr. Trachtenberg's ass to guide him, while his left hand rubbed Luke's ass as a sign of reassurance.

 

Luke and I exchanged smiles, and I guided the boys to the drinking fountain, keeping up the small talk to give Martin a couple of minutes with Bobby's dad. After I dallied a reasonable amount of time, I suggested heading to the steam room.

 

We retrieved our towels and proceeded through the locker room. I didn't see Martin or Robert, so I assumed they were already taking the steam. When we entered the steam room, they weren't there.

 

Our friendly Prince Albert couple sat together on the left near the door, the one absentmindedly toying with the thick bent stainless steel bar hanging from the tip of his penis. I greeted them and said that it was nice to see them again so soon.

 

Two other men were sitting separately on the right. Luke and I went to the same spot we had occupied before, and the boys did the same.

 

The boys and I exchanged looks, with me trying to reassure them that things would be fine. Luke stood and stretched in the middle of the room for a minute as we watched him. "Ah, this feels great, doesn't it?" We nodded. I could feel myself plumping as I watched Luke display himself unselfconsciously.

 

The door opened as Luke continued his stretching. Martin and Robert were laughing about something as they entered with arms around each other. They both took in the sight of Luke and then sat pressed together near the boys. They looked like brothers. Sexy as fuck brothers.

 

Luke greeted Robert, taking a few steps in his direction. "I was just about to go on a search mission for you two. I'm glad you could make it," Luke quipped.

 

"Martin was showing me around, and I guess we lost track of time as we got acquainted," Robert explained. Then he turned to the three teens. "You guys made quite the impression on our new friends. I may have to upgrade your status from `adequate' to `acceptable.'"

 

I almost laughed at the relief that washed across all three. Tyler and Chuck were holding hands again. Robert walked to Bobby, cuffed his son around the neck, and pulled him in to plant a kiss on his forehead and cheeks. Bobby returned the kisses, showing deep affection for his dad.

 

"I love you, son," Robert said as he gave Bobby another kiss and pushed him back to his seat. "I love you, Dad," Bobby replied.

 

"And you, Tyler," Robert continued as he walked over and crouched in front of Tyler, balancing perfectly on the balls of his feet. His muscled ass spread enough that I could see his hairless balls swinging.

 

Robert took Tyler's and Chuck's entwined hands in his. "I know I've told you that I would always support you when you told me you are gay, but I want to tell you again how much I love you. I love you as much as I love Bobby – probably even more than him because you don't remind me of all the irritating things about myself the way he does."

 

Tyler and Chuck snickered while Bobby pretended to brood. Robert continued, "I'm serious, Ty. I love you as much as I've loved anyone in my entire life. And more than that, I like you and respect you for the man you're becoming. We Trachtenbergs have your back, no matter what, no matter where you are."

 

Bobby added his hand on top of his dad's as a sign of unity. After a few moments, Robert stood to kiss Tyler's cheeks and lips. "I love you, Ty."

 

"I love you, too, Dad, so much," squeaked an emotional Tyler.

 

Robert stepped in front of Chuck, crouching again with his hands on the adorable dreamboat's knees.

 

"Finally, you, Chucky Cheese. I like you because Ty loves you. I don't know if your relationship will continue to grow as you do or melt away as you mature, change, and, perhaps, go your separate ways. Either way, there are going to be fun times and challenging times. As long you are honest with each other, it will work out how it's supposed to.

 

"But, let me tell you this as clearly as I know how, Mr. Beck." Robert caressed Chuck's sweaty face, then held his chin between his thumb and forefinger. "If you ever do anything deliberately to hurt either of my sons, I swear to god; I will choke you out while I watch unblinking as the life drains from your pretty green eyes. Do we understand each other?"

 

Chuck bit his lip and stared at Robert. "Jesus! Fuck!"

 

"Good. You understand. I will either be your lifelong friend or your lifelong enemy. It's up to you."

 

I would have shit myself if I were in Chuck's position.

 

Robert moved his right hand to Chuck's throat and stroked his thumb over Chuck's Adam's apple, teasing his impending strangulation. Chuck's eyes bugged out, but he didn't flinch or avert his eyes.

 

Robert leaned in and touched his lips to Chuck's for a few seconds, then rose with effortless grace from his crouch, never breaking his gaze on Chuck. Their eyes remained locked for half a minute until Robert sighed, bent, and kissed the shocked boy on the forehead and each cheek with a smile.

 

"You do have the prettiest eyes, Chuck. I understand how Ty got instantly drooly, dopey, and lovesick once he met you," Robert observed with a laugh.

 

"I did not!" Tyler protested.

 

Bobby laughed. "Ty, you totally did. It was cute – sickening, but cute. I remember that first night you got into our bed and wouldn't stop talking about this dreamy new guy who started at the academy. Every time I tried to turn away from you and go to sleep, you yanked my arm and rolled me back to tell me more about Charles Alan Beck. Then you glued us together with your splooge when you had a wet dream about Charles Alan Beck, the most handsome boy at Quad Cities Academy. OF course, you have wet dreams about Chuck almost every night."

 

Bobby laughed heartily, and we all joined in. Tyler sat looking embarrassed but smiling sheepishly.

 

Bobby leaned over and kissed Ty's cheek. "I get it now, Ty. Chuck really is the dreamiest boy at school, by far. Everyone – boys and girls – are jealous of you. You got yourself some USDA Prime beefcake there for a boyfriend."

 

It was sweet watching Ty give Chuck googly eyes before sharing a tender kiss. I got a little boned up thinking about Ty and Bobby sleeping together and cumming on each other in their sleep.

 

Robert reclaimed Chuck's attention.

 

"One last thing, Chucky Cheese, are you going to sign up for my wrestling team? The season is coming up fast. I need to set my roster.

 

"You have the build for it. I've been telling you that since I first saw you naked. If we get some muscle on you, you'd be perfect in the 145-pound class. I need someone there."

 

Robert pulled Chuck to a standing position and turned him around, feeling his muscles from shoulders to calves as if he were checking a racehorse. "Nice. You have a lot of potential."

 

He had Chuck try to lift his arms as Robert resisted him, then repeated the test with Chuck pushing down. "You're deceptively strong, Chuck."

 

Chuck got pulled into an embrace from behind, with Robert's scruffy chin resting on his left shoulder. The 16-year-old was surprised by the move but then allowed himself to appreciate the full-body embrace of the wrestling coach, who was about two inches taller than he.

 

Robert looked at Tyler, who remained seated next to Bobby. "What do you think, Ty? Do you want me to transform your dreamboat boyfriend's body into a strong, tight wrestling machine like your friend Martin over there?"

 

Martin had been observing the proceedings after telling Robert all about his assessment of Tyler and his struggles with his sexual orientation. A smile overspread Martin's face as he thanked Robert for the compliment.

 

The coach was absentmindedly rubbing Chuck's smooth belly, not noticing its effect on the boy as he maintained eye contact with Ty. He saw Ty's penis filling out rapidly and pointing to the ceiling.

 

Robert chuckled. "So, that's a `yes,' then, if I can interpret your divining rod? Tell Chuck what you want him to do."

 

Ty blushed when he realized his best friend's father had watched him get a boner. He cleared his throat and said in a breathy voice, "Chuck, I think you should join Dad's wrestling squad. I'm sure you would enjoy it, and so would I."

 

Robert laughed and rubbed Chuck's torso more vigorously. He looked down to see that Chuck had a matching erection. "I think Chuck is already enjoying it!"

 

Chuck wanted to sink into the floor and simultaneously stay in Coach Tractenberg's arms forever. The coach held his tight hold on Chuck, deciding for him.

 

After a few moments, the coach pinched one of Chuck's nipples, expecting a yelp. Instead, he got an appreciative moan. That just egged him on. He twisted both nipples. "I'm waiting for an answer, Mr. Beck."

 

"Yessss," the boy sighed.

 

"Yes, what, Mr. Beck," Robert continued, now fully aware of what he was doing to the boy and deciding to tease him more.

 

"Yes, everything," Chuck huffed out in desperation.

 

Robert laughed. "Well, I guess I know what buttons to push with you, dreamboat. So, you'll sign up for wrestling?"

 

"Yes, Coach."

 

"Good. That's all I wanted. Now go sit with Bobby while I speak with Ty." Robert pushed the teen toward his son and swatted his ass. Chuck was relieved his ordeal was over.

 

I saw how hard and wet Chuck's cock got during the encounter, so I was curious about the state of Robert's penis. When he pushed Chuck away, I could see that he had plumped up a little, hanging more than 6 inches. But he was nowhere near fully erect.

 

Robert stretched out his hand to Ty and pulled him into an embrace, kissing both cheeks and saying, "Thank you, Ty, for convincing Chucky Cheese to join the squad. You were very persuasive. You were also a little jealous of the attention I was giving him, weren't you."

 

Ty blushed furiously as Robert embraced him. Ty finally immersed himself in the pleasure of Robert's full-body hug after a minute or two. Robert held his face and kissed his lips, much as he had done with Chuck. After each kiss, Robert proclaimed his love for his informal foster son. Another minute of kissing passed. Ty told Robert, "I'm fine, Dad. You can let me go now."

 

Robert stroked Ty's back, kissed him again for several seconds, and told him, "Maybe I don't want to let you go. Maybe you're stuck with me forever."

 

Ty's head fell on Robert's chest as he resigned himself to his terrible fate. Robert continued to glide his hand up and down Ty's back, eventually including his ass. Ty sighed in appreciation.

 

"I think the steam is doing its job: your ass is sweaty," Robert joked.

 

"Everything is sweaty," Ty exhaled. Robert laughed and agreed, then turned the 17-year-old around to hold him from behind. The coach looked down to see Ty's erection as hard as it had ever been. I thought he might give it a stroke as he slowly ran his hand around Ty's sweat-slicked torso, but he didn't.

 

Instead, he walked Ty toward Chuck and Bobby as he told Ty, "Chuck isn't the only dreamboat at Quad Cities Academy. He's lucky to have such a handsome man as you for his boyfriend. Do you think Chucky appreciates you, Ty?"

 

"Mmm-hmm," was Ty's only response.

 

"I think Chuck should show you how much he appreciates you, don't you?"

 

"Mmm-hmm."

 

The wrestling coach had maneuvered Ty between Chuck's knees with Ty's erection only a few inches from Chuck's face. He looked at the seated teen and said, "Would you like to show your boyfriend how much you appreciate him?"

 

Martin had told Robert that the boys had sucked each other to orgasm during their previous session in the steam room. Robert was happy to hear they were finally comfortable expressing their feelings through sex. He wanted to encourage that behavior, sure they were mature enough to handle it.

 

Chuck held Ty's right hand in one of his and stroked his boyfriend's cock with the other. He pulled down the erection, kissed it, and then put the head in his mouth. Ty groaned.

 

"That's what my boy likes, Chucky Cheese. Give him more of that," Robert encouraged. "Martin told me that both of you have begun the study of cocksucking. Make sure you keep up with your studies."

 

Chuck tried to slide more of the five pretty fat inches into his throat but began to gag. He pulled back and tried again but didn't do any better. Robert complimented the boy on his effort, then turned to Martin.

 

"I bet you're a pro. Can you give Chuck more tips, as it were? Maybe you can demonstrate what to do?" Robert suggested.

 

Martin looked surprised. The man asked him to demonstrate fellatio on one of "his boys."

 

The psychologist was too smart to let an opportunity like that pass. He asked Robert to verify what he was asking. He received a head nod in response. Martin stood and smiled at Ty. I got harder instantly looking at that tightly coiled body. Don't get me wrong: I love my husband Luke and his mounded muscled physique, but Martin is walking sex.

 

Martin strode to Ty, knelt before him, and swallowed his cock whole, manipulating it with his throat. Robert had to hold up Ty as his knees buckled from the exquisite stimulation. Martin bobbed a few times and then reluctantly relinquished the young virile cock.

 

I couldn't hear what he said to Chuck, but the 16-year-old leaned forward and took Ty's cock again, still only a couple of inches. I heard Martin say, "Like you're taking a big gulp of water."

 

Chuck tried again. Suddenly his nose was pressed flat into Ty's pubic bone. Martin encouraged him to breathe through his nose and to keep swallowing. Chuck squeezed his eyes closed, trying to acclimate himself to the new sensations. Ty started panting and patting Chuck's head.

 

Martin had his hand on Chuck's upper back, encouraging him. I was waiting for the boy to start gagging and pull off. I could hear him gurgling once in a while, but he would not relinquish that cock.

 

Chuck began twisting his head back and forth and eventually pulled back, then sank again. He repeated the cycle a few times, then pulled off and caught his breath. As he panted, he aimed Ty's cock back at Martin, who seized the opportunity without hesitating.

 

Robert looked pleased with how things were turning out for Ty. He looked at his son, Bobby, and they exchanged smiles. Then Robert shocked me by saying to Bobby, "Ok, now it's your turn."

 

"What?"

 

Robert repeated, "It's your turn. You might as well learn from an expert while you have him right here. I'm sure you and Ty have wanked together or traded hand jobs over the years with all those hours you've spent in your bed. I mean, you're closer than brothers. You should step up your game."

 

Bobby looked shocked and sad. "Well, yes. I mean no. I mean, we've never."

 

Robert asked, "I don't get it. Why the hell not?"

 

Bobby blushed and looked on the verge of tears, and started blabbering.

 

"Dad, you don't get it. I couldn't take a chance like that with Ty. We've been best friends since we were 5. He didn't have to tell me he was gay; I've known that on some level since we were 10, even though I wasn't sure what it all meant.

 

"What if I did something to make him think we could be together? What if I broke his heart? What if he got mad at me and stopped being my friend? I couldn't live without my best friend, Dad. Sure, it would have been fun to fool around. I wanted to a few times. But it wasn't worth the risk. We wank together all the time , but we've never touched each other. A quick hand job isn't more important than Ty's friendship."

 

Everybody froze. Bobby had a few tears running down his cheeks. Martin pulled off Ty's cock, but it was still hard as stone.

 

Robert was flabbergasted. "Bobby, I have never been prouder of you. I've never been prouder of myself for raising you so well," he quipped.

 

Ty laughed, still firmly in Robert's embrace. "Shit, Bobby, I love you. I never thought we'd be boyfriends or anything like that. I saw how you looked at girls just like you saw how I looked at boys. I knew you were straight as clearly as you knew I was gay. When I wake with your splooge all over me, I never think you are dreaming about me. I know it's Amber, Beth, Kelsey, Hailey, or one of your other girlfriends. But I appreciate that you were so considerate of me and how much you value our friendship."

 

The two friends smiled at each other. Bobby regained his composure and smiled slyly at Ty. "So, you want this, and it won't weird you out?"

 

"Of course I want it," Ty said as if it were the most obvious thing. "And I also want to do you when we're done if Chuck's ok with it."

 

Chuck shrugged. "You don't need my permission."

 

Bobby leaned forward and draped his arm over Chuck's back, gripping Martin's arm, which was also on Chuck's back. "OK, here's the deal," Bobby declared. "We're playing Tyler roulette: each of us works on you for a count of 30. The one who gets your jizz wins a prize."

 

"What's the prize," Chuck asked.

 

"Ty's jizz," Bobby said and went down on his friend. He deep-throated his bud without a moment's hesitation and without a single flinch or gag. He didn't appear to have great technique, but his enthusiasm was unquestioned. For a straight boy, he was surprisingly at ease eating other guys' cum or sucking dick.

 

Chuck almost had to wrestle Ty's penis away from Bobby when his time was up. Martin told me later that he felt like an interloper, but he sure wasn't going to remove himself from the contest voluntarily.

 

I marveled at how Robert would be standing there naked, holding his naked, informally adopted son while three other naked guys, including his biological son, were literally competing over the boy's cock.

 

Robert held on to Ty and whispered things into his ear. I think he was trying to help Ty prolong the pleasurable experience.

 

They were on the fourth round, and Ty was a quivering mass of boy flesh. Chuck took his turn on the cock, now dripping with precum and three men's saliva. I saw Robert change his position and smirked as I knew what was happening. Robert wiped a finger in Ty's ass crack to moisten it, then inserted it into his hole to tickle his prostate.

Ty squealed almost at an ultrasonic frequency. Luckily Chuck pulled off a little, because I saw Ty buck his hips as Chuck's mouth overflowed with cum. It seemed to go on for more than a minute, but it couldn't have been that long.

 

Chuck stood up with a tight-lipped smile and kissed Ty. Robert had removed his finger and stepped back, revealing a 7.5-inch erection sticking straight out.

 

Martin looked at Bobby and said, "Rematch?"

 

Bobby smiled but declined the offer and sat back on the bench. I was surprised to see he was barely tumescent.

 

Martin wasted no time sinking onto Robert's thick cock. The coach was surprised by the move but then put his hand on Martin's shoulder and told him he shouldn't feel obligated. Martin doubled his efforts, showing his exquisite technique. Robert widened his stance and clasped his hands behind his neck to enjoy service from a master cocksucker.

 

Bobby and Tyler exchanged smiling looks, trying to wrap their heads around the fact that they were watching their dad get a blowjob from a man he had met less than an hour ago.

 

Chuck looked lustily at Martin and Robert. I could tell there was some kind of conflict going on in his head. A minute went by before I saw him take a deep breath, then get on his knees next to Martin. The psychologist pulled off Robert's cock, but kept rubbing the coach's pendulous balls.

 

Luke and I exchanged smiles when Chuck sank down on Robert's sizable prod. Robert looked at Ty and chuckled, "You lucky bastard!"

 

Ty smiled a shit-eating grin. "It looks like you're pretty lucky, too, Dad. We had better treat him right."

 

Chuck grabbed Robert by the hips to steady himself as he began to fuck his face with Robert's cock. Martin let go of the coach's balls and moved to his ass, rubbing his face up and down the sweaty canyon, then put his magical oral skills to work on his hole.

 

Robert groaned and said to Bobby, "You should rethink your dating life, son. You need to get yourself a couple of boyfriends. Maybe your brother will share."

 

Ty looked at his brother and said, "It's not up to me. If Chucky wants to suck you off, that's up to him – as long as he does me first!"

 

Chuck pulled off Robert's penis, stroking it with his right hand. "Deal! The line forms to the left." Then he reverently kissed his coach's burbling dick and shoved it back down his throat.

 

Robert's groans were becoming animalistic. This was the best floor show I'd seen in a long time. Luke and I were sweating nicely, but Robert, Chuck, and Martin were drenched. None of them seemed to notice.

 

Robert's head fell back, and he moaned out a warning to Chuck. The teen pulled back, leaving only the tip of Robert's substantial cock in his mouth, using his hand to continue stimulating the rest of the shaft. A low growl and bucking hips signaled an ecstatic release. Both Chuck and Martin held on for dear life.

 

When everyone settled, Chuck pulled off the softening cock and turned to Tyler for a sloppy kiss in which he got to share a mouthful of his foster father's cum. The boyfriends kissed for a full two minutes. I guess Ty liked what was offered.

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