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 Eight

Martin stood, his 7-inch erection as solid as ever, and patted the coach's ass. God, he was so freaking hot – literally and figuratively, as he and Robert were both dripping with sweat, looking like oiled Greek wrestlers. "You seemed to have enjoyed our efforts," Martin joked.

 

"How could you tell?" Robert retorted.

 

"It was hard," Martin joked.

 

"Speaking of hard," Robert joked, looking at Martin's tightly-coiled musculature, "I wish I could parade you naked in front of my wrestlers to show them what to strive for. Your hard body is a marvel. Do you do personal training?"

 

Martin laughed, "No, I don't. But thank you for the adulation. I believe in the adage that if you stay ready, you never have to get ready.

 

"I had trouble losing my baby fat when I hit puberty, Martin continued. "When I was 13, I decided to do whatever it took to get into top shape and be proud of my body. I began running and later joined my school's field hockey team. Our coach was big on fitness and nutrition. It became a lifelong pursuit. It didn't hurt that I had a massive crush on him, so I took everything he said to heart."

 

I looked lustily at Martin. Obviously, he didn't know the meaning of "cheat day."

 

Robert was not shy about looking at every inch of Martin either. "Also, speaking of `hard,' what are we going to do about this," Robert asked while stroking Martin's 7-inch erection.

 

I marveled at how his erection still pointed straight up even though he was in his 40s.

 

Robert knelt and declared, "You were nice to me. I should be nice to you." Martin looked about to say something but was interrupted by Robert's mouth on his dick. The wrestling coach only took a few seconds to get all of Martin's cock embedded in his throat.

 

I couldn't believe he went down on it like that. Moreover, he worked it with almost giddy enthusiasm, firmly gripping Martin's solid ass. The three teens looked stunned to see their dad, foster dad, and wrestling coach taking a giant cock down his throat with such glee.

 

Tyler and Chuck looked at each other, then stood, each attacking one of Martin's firm, protruding nipples. Martin decided to give himself over to the attention of his new friends.

 

As the continuing show transfixed me, I didn't notice Luke move. He was on his knees, sitting on his heels. He licked my balls, then looked at me with a childlike grin, asking, "Did I do well?" Yes! Luke. You did very well. Good boy.

 

I slumped and spread my legs to give Luke access to whatever he wanted to get at. My attention was soon divided between the show taking place across the room and Luke's talented tongue working across my taint on its way to my hole.

 

I had to will myself to keep my eyes open because I didn't want to miss a moment of either thing. Tyler had moved off Martin's tit and was kissing him so hard I thought he was going to crawl inside the psychologist's mouth. Chuck took the abandoned nub between his fingers.

 

I groan-sighed as I felt Luke's tongue flicking at my hole. I'm not the most flexible person, but I managed to pull up my knees and spread my legs more to have my heels on the edge of the bench. My ass was open for business.

 

* * *

 

Bobby put his hands on his knees to rise off the bench, then knelt next to his father. "Alright, let me try it," he suggested to his old man. Robert didn't respond verbally but worked the long cock out of his throat and went to Martin's smooth ballsack.

 

Bobby put the tip to his lips. I could just make out him licking it. Then I saw him lick it from base to tip. Martin tried to look down at his new admirer, but I wasn't sure if he could see Bobby over Chuck's continuing assault on his tits.

 

Bobby must have decided that the cock tasted fine because he put the head in his mouth and got most of it. He worked the first five inches for a minute, then he tried to slide more into his mouth but gagged pretty quickly. Martin broke off his kiss with Tyler, hunched over to look at the 17-year-old with an appreciative smile. Bobby tried several times to take more of the cock into his throat without success.

 

Chuck removed himself from Martin's swollen nubs and knelt beside Bobby. It was getting crowded at Martin's crotch with Robert, Bobby, and now Chuck. Tyler returned to pleasuring Martin's mouth.

 

Chuck helpfully demonstrated his newly-acquired deep throating technique to Bobby, then pulled off and said something to Bobby, who tried again. Suddenly, Bobby impaled himself on the 7-inch throbber. He didn't hold it for more than a few seconds before he pulled off, coughing.

 

Chuck congratulated him on his accomplishment. Bobby quickly recovered and assured his friend, "I'll get better with practice."

 

I chuckled and thought, good for you for committing to taking up cocksucking as an avocation.

 

Bobby and Chuck traded off sucking Martin. Each time Bobby deep-throated for just a second longer than before. I could see Martin's posture changing. He was getting close.

 

Robert crawled to Martin's ass, using considerable force to separate the firmly-muscled glutes, and dove into the sweaty trench. I could tell Robert was penetrating Martin's anus as far as his tongue would reach. I groaned as I felt Luke's tongue doing the same thing to me.

 

I had no idea how good Robert was at analingus, but I had a feeling that Luke was better with his long tongue that had previously been at the back of my mouth. Both were enthusiastic and determined. He brought me to the edge a few times, then backed off. Fucking tease!

 

"Yes! Here it cums," Martin almost roared. Chuck was the lucky recipient of the first volley, but he generously pulled off to let Bobby have the second shot. Poor Bobby wasn't quick enough and got a substantial load splashed across his face. He was undeterred and went in for the next spurt before returning it to Chuck.

 

Ty stopped kissing Martin to allow the psychologist to groan and pant through his orgasm, but the boy's fingers were busy torturing Martin's nipples. Martin convulsed four or five more times; the room was mostly quiet.

 

* * *

 

I looked around to see both of the single men stroking themselves at lightning speed and cumming within a few seconds of each other. Our friendly couple took a break from 69-ing each other to watch Martin's orgasm, then went back with renewed passion.

 

Robert stopped licking Martin's ass and rose, dragging his hands along Martin's flanks and licking his sweat-soaked back. He nuzzled into Martin's neck and embraced him from behind. "Thank you for helping my boys. This was just a token of our appreciation."

 

Martin looked authentically moved and kissed Robert's lips with tenderness. Then Robert saw his son's cum-covered face and laughed. "You got to learn to move quicker, son. Come, Ty, help me clean up this mess."

 

Tyler and Robert licked all of Martin's cum off Bobby's face. I had to wonder about Robert. Was he bisexual? It appeared that he enjoyed sex with men and encouraged his son to enjoy it as well.

 

Bobby noticed, too. "You're hard again, dad."

 

"Yeah, you guys got me going tonight! You think you can take this as easy as Martin's fat schlong?"

 

Bobby looked surprised that his father had asked him to suck his cock. Robert encouraged him, "You said you'd get better with practice."

 

Bobbly laughed, knelt before his dad, and plunged the slightly thinner but longer cock into his throat. He held on for a good 10 seconds before pulling off and repeating the process. Chuck and Ty cheered him on.

 

After a few cycles, Robert told his son to stop. "The heat is getting to me, son. Let's say goodnight to your friends and get a cool shower. We can finish up in our room if you're still interested."

 

Bobby stood and gave his dad a peck on the lips. "Will you be interested in doing me, too?"

 

"Of course, Bobby. We probably won't be able to sleep anyway with Chuck and Ty going at it next to us in the bed."

 

Martin asked, "All four of you share one bed?"

 

"Yes," Robert laughed. "We were supposed to get two queen beds, but they put us in a king room instead. It's fine as long as nobody eats Taco Bell."

 

* * *

 

Robert kissed Martin with a probing tongue. "Thank you again for being so generous to my boys. You are a good and kind man. They were lucky to run into you and your friends."

 

Each of the boys kissed Martin in turn, much like Robert had. Then the group came towards Luke and me. Luke sensed their approach and stopped kissing and probing my hole to stand up. I sat there splayed out with my anus winking and cock wet with precum from Luke's edging, looking like a slutty whore. I kind of liked being on display like that.

 

Martin looked at me and smiled. "Don't get up, Q," he joked. I felt precum erupt from my cock, which he also noticed.

 

Robert hugged and kissed Luke and thanked him for befriending "his boys." Luke told him truthfully that it was our pleasure to get to know the boys and that they are incredible young men. Robert then turned to me and said, "You taste good," referring to the taste of my ass in Luke's mouth.

 

I blushed, but I'm not sure it was noticeable since I was hot and flushed already.

 

The boys each kissed Luke as well. I was only a little surprised at the passion with which Bobby kissed the Danish muscle man. Chuck and Ty enjoyed Luke's sweaty embrace and lingual gymnastics.

 

Robert kissed me. He was an excellent kissing partner. He commented, "Why do I have a feeling you were somehow behind all of this, Q?" I chuckled and said, "Because you're a very perceptive man."

 

I didn't expect him to tongue my ass, but I was glad he did. I felt like such a horny, louche slut, sitting there open for anyone to do whatever they wanted – lick, kiss, finger me, fuck me. I seriously wouldn't have cared if they all fucked me.

 

Robert spent about a minute teasing my anus. I felt myself getting close again. Robert stood up and smiled at me, knowing perfectly well what he was doing to me.

 

Chuck kissed me goodnight and thanked me for helping his boyfriend.

 

"I think we may have created a monster," I quipped. "But he's a beautiful monster."

 

"He is beautiful. Don't worry. I can handle him," he joked. Suddenly I felt him fingering my hole. I gasped and concentrated on keeping open and loose for him. The 16-year-old grinned lasciviously at the effect he was having on me.

 

Chuck kept playing with my ass for a minute, then stepped aside so that Bobby could say goodnight. He, too, thanked me for helping his best friend fully accept himself. His kiss didn't linger, but it was excellent. He patted my hip and then left.

 

Tyler was next. He kissed me and tasted every corner of my mouth. "I'm glad we ran into you," he said between kisses. His right hand caressed me all over, including my cock and anus. These kids really know how to give a guy pleasure through the ass.

 

"I'm glad, too," I said while panting. Tyler inserted two fingers into me while using his thumb to stroke my balls. Then he deep-throated me. I moved to the edge of orgasm again. But then the son of a bitch pulled off and wiggled his eyebrows. "I'll let Luke take care of that for you."

 

I just groaned. All the men – including Luke – laughed at me. I was tempted to grab my cock and finish, but I resisted, again enjoying being watched by these handsome men as I quivered on the edge of delirium. The others in the steam room were also looking at me, making me feel appreciated.

 

I looked from person to person, feeling myself slipping into a lust-filled incoherence. Martin walked to me and beckoned Luke to follow. "You suck. I'll fuck."

 

* * *

 

It was settled. Nobody bothered to ask for my input. They knew what I needed. Martin's legs were long enough that he could kneel and be at the perfect angle to put his thick 7-inch penis into my hole. I didn't see him get hard again after his tag-team blow job, but he was fully charged. I was prepared for him to ram me like a piledriver, but he was sweet and gentle. And gorgeous.

 

It didn't occur that I had seen and been part of plenty of masturbation sessions in saunas and steam rooms and several sucking sessions. But I had rarely seen any actual fucking going on. Here I was, relishing being the depraved center of attention.

 

Luke leaned from my right side and wedged his face between Martin's and my bellies. Oh God, two of the most handsome and fit men I've ever met are joining forces to get me off. It was more than I could have dreamed.

 

Both Luke and Martin took their time. I sensed that they really did want me to have the best orgasm possible. We would soon find out.

 

Martin sustained a slow and smooth rhythm, rubbing his cock over my prostate every time he thrust, even though he frequently varied his angle of approach. His was the largest penis ever to enter me until then, but I remember feeling only some pressure and stretching, no pain. Soon the pressure was sublimated by pleasure and, as I looked into Martin's eyes, love. We hardly knew each other, but Martin, Luke, and I were making love.

 

Luke followed his lead. I felt an electric jolt building in my gut. I remember rolling my head from side to side and seeing Robert, Bobby, Chuck, and Tyler all looking at me with knowing smiles. I wished we could all be making love together. I recall telling my husbands and friends how much I loved them and how good I felt, but I can't be sure I got the thoughts to translate into speech.

 

The voltage was building. I was a human capacitator and had been accumulating a sexual charge for the last hour. Suddenly I yelled and arched my back as all the energy in my body was discharged in a white-hot orgasm.

 

I felt myself contracting 6 or 7 times. Then I don't remember anything.

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