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 Nine

The heat and my lust had overcome me. I woke up in the shower room, lying on the bench with Martin and Luke using the handheld showers to run cool water over me.

 

I felt as if my body might dissolve and run down the drain with the water. There was nothing to hold me together. Then I saw Luke smiling at me as he held my head in his large hand.

 

"There he is! I knew you'd come back to me," he said as he wiped the water across my torso with his free hand. Martin was doing the same on my legs, balls, and cock. I felt they were transmitting love and concern to me through their gentle touch. I felt cherished.

 

I rolled my head to see Robert and the boys taking all the showers at one column. They looked at me repeatedly and seemed relieved that I wasn't dead. There were several men at the other three shower columns as well, including the Prince Albert couple.

 

All the men – including random men who must have just finished their workouts or used other spa facilities – glanced in my direction as Luke fed me from a bottle of water. I felt suddenly bashful. But I didn't detect any judgment from any of them. Curiosity, maybe.

 

Martin and Luke began to wash me with body wash from a nearby dispenser. They caressed me. I spread my legs to allow Martin to lather my cock and balls. He was so loving! I was so dissipated that I couldn't even think of getting an erection.

 

When they finished my front, Luke asked if I could sit. He helped me up. I leaned on him for a moment. He and Martin helped me stand and guided me to a shower column also used by a random man.

 

We stopped before I got under a showerhead. Martin reached back to the bench and picked up another water bottle, which one of the boys thoughtfully filled at the bottle filler in the lounge. I emptied half of it and felt more cool hydration coursing through my veins.

 

We went to the showerhead, and I stood still while the two most beautiful men in the world washed me. I felt myself being reinvigorated, but I remained draped on Luke, clinging to him just because he was Luke and I wanted to touch him. I think he knew that and was OK with it.

 

We eventually had to separate to rinse off. I had a few echo quivers from my spectacular orgasm. The boys and Robert finished rinsing and left the shower room, each of them giving me a quick pat or kiss on the cheek.

 

Luke grabbed a few towels, and he and Martin patted me dry as I emptied the water bottle. We grabbed a few dry towels and went to the lounge to relax. When we passed through the locker room on the way to the lounge, I saw the boys pulling their clothing out of their gym bags at their lockers. Martin opened his locker to allow Robert to retrieve his clothes.

 

* * *

 

I had hoped to spend more naked time with them even though I was exhausted and enervated. Martin, Luke, and I sat close on a sofa, relaxing into each other's sides, with me in the middle this time. Robert came into the lounge wearing only his worn cutoff sweats hanging low on his hips. As he passed a table lamp, I saw the shorts were almost translucent.

 

Tyler and Chuck followed a few seconds later, similarly attired in just their gym shorts. Their shoes and shirts were stuffed in their bags. Bobby came out last, still naked, carrying his bag on one shoulder.

 

I initiated another round of goodbye hugs and kisses. I naturally gravitated to Robert, relishing his firm embrace. But the three boys also felt at home in my arms: each was attractive in his way, with Bobby's nakedness reminding me of his substantial endowment. But, more than that, each boy was an absolute sweetheart. They loved each other unconditionally and welcomed us into their tribe. I felt my eyes filling.

 

Shit. I'm in love again. I decided not to fight it. I told the boys I needed one more. Bobby was first. We kissed for just a few moments. I held his face and declared, "I love you, Bobby Tractenberg. Your love and loyalty to your family is an example we should all follow."

 

Bobby blinked a few times. "Uh, thank you, Q. I mean, I just do what I think is right."

 

"That's what makes you a hero, Bobby," I cooed. "That's what makes people fall in love with you in an instant."

 

Chuck was next. The 16-year-old beauty seemed eager to kiss me again. "I love you, Charles Alan. Your humility makes you even more gorgeous than your pretty green eyes. Your openness and eagerness to try new things are admirable. Your love for Ty is enviable. Thank you for opening your heart to me."

 

God, Chuck's mouth is a natural wonder. I hadn't kissed a boy even once when I was his age. He kisses with the skill of someone twice his age, which coincidentally was my current age.

 

I reminded myself to stop kissing Chuck and to move on to Tyler. He fell into my arms. His face looked like a child who got everything he wanted for Christmas and couldn't believe his good fortune.

 

"Tyler, my sweet. You are everything good in the world. You're angelic. Never doubt your worthiness to be loved. Robert, Chucky, and Bobby love you. I love you. Martin and Lukas love you, too. Guess what the common denominator is? You! You are lovable. We can't help ourselves because you bring out the best in us."

 

We held on to each other for a good minute, quietly crying on each other's shoulders. We took a few moments to compose ourselves. I cupped his face and asked, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

 

Robert answered for him. We were all pleased to learn that they would be around for two more nights and made plans to meet for a workout and "relaxation." Tyler, Chuck, and Bobby were eager to work out with Luke and Martin.

 

My husbands both held me to keep me from floating away with happiness.

 

The fabulous foursome was finally ready to leave.

 

"Are you going back to your room like that, " I asked Bobby as I caressed his hips after one last goodbye kiss. He smiled and said, "I planned to, but Dad doesn't think it's a good idea."

 

"I'm sure 99.9% of people would applaud you. It's always the 0.1% who cause the trouble. You should listen to your father," I encouraged.

 

Robert smiled at me, then looked at his naked son. "We're not at home, Bobby, where we can be naked 24/7 if we want. But a hotel is a public place. You have to be just a tiny bit discrete."

 

Bobby laughed. "Discrete is my middle name, Dad! So, we'll all be starkers all the time when we get home? Finally!"

 

Robert laughed louder. "You? Discrete? The guy who walks down the driveway naked to wait for the mail truck or the UPS guy? Sure.

 

"But, to answer your question, we can all be naked at home. After tonight we don't have any barriers between us, do we? Everyone agrees?"

 

Tyler and Chuck smiled and nodded. Bobby pumped his fist in the air.

 

"Just remember to be respectful of visitors," Robert continued. "Ask them if they mind our nudity and offer to wear shorts or a towel. It's only polite. Bobby's friends are used to him. But Ty and Chuck, your friends may take some time to get used to our naked family when you invite them home."

 

The boys all agreed. Chuck wrapped his arms around Robert and kissed him.

 

"What was that for, Chucky Cheese?" Robert inquired.

 

"You called your house my `home.' Did you mean it?" Chuck almost begged.

 

"Of course, Chucky Cheese. We all love you and want you around as much as possible. And it has only a tiny little bit to do with your promise to be our live-in cock sucker," Robert joked.

 

Chuck kissed Robert deeply, apparently reminding him what a talented mouth he has.

 

Bobby turned to Ty. "It looks like we better get used to sleeping three in our bed."

 

Ty smiled dreamily.

 

When Chuck finished devouring Robert's mouth, Robert suggested, "Maybe I'll just get a king bed for my room, and then we can all be together like we are here. You boys can use your room when you want some alone time or if you have sleepover guests."

 

Robert got enthusiastic unanimous consent.

 

"We will be the Four Musketeers! Better together!" declared Ty.

 

Looking around the lounge, I saw five other nude men and nobody with clothing. Two men were making out on a couch; one other was standing by the closed juice bar pretending he wasn't watching us; and the last two were talking by the TV, shaking their heads at the state of the world. Nobody was being very discrete.

 

Robert turned and kissed Martin again for several moments. When they finished, he told the psychologist, "Speaking of `better together,' the boys asked me to give you this." He held out a room key card. "All four of us are eager to spend the night with you if you're amenable. It might be a tight fit, but we won't mind. We're in room 1523. Just walk in whenever you're done here."

 

Martin looked as if he had been invited for Thanksgiving dinner. "Are you sure this is what you want?" The boys' faces all conveyed that is indeed what they want. Robert smiled and nodded.

 

"I'll see you in a few minutes. I'll just make sure Q is fine," Martin said.

 

Chuck kissed Martin again. "Take your time, but hurry!"

 

Robert and his boys walked out of the lounge shirtless, barefoot, and a little boned. Bobby handed his gym bag to Robert and grabbed a towel, tying it around himself on the diagonal. Since it wasn't square, the one point hung over his substantial genitals in front, but the other was off-center, exposing most of his right butt cheek. Robert pinched his butt, laughing.

 

Luke, Martin, and I sat in almost unbroken silence for several minutes as a few guys came and went. It was after 1:00 a.m. So much for 10 minutes in the steam room.

 

Martin stood and said he was going. Luke and I encouraged him to have a good night and not wear himself out. "Those four may kill me, but I'll die with a smile on my face and, if I'm lucky, a cock in my mouth, another up my ass, and one in each hand," Martin said with a laugh.

 

I think I groaned aloud at the thought of that.

 

Luke said it was time for him to go, too. He asked if I was coming. I told him that I would rest for a few more minutes before making the trek up the block to my hotel. Martin refilled my water bottle and put it on the end table.

 

We kissed goodnight after my two husbands retrieved their belongings and dressed in just shorts. Luke opened a side pocket on his bag and handed me two protein bars. We kissed some more and didn't care who saw us giving each other tongue massages. I sat sideways on the couch, reclining on the towels left behind by Martin and Luke.

 

As I devoured a bar, I contemplated the eventful night and my good fortune, then slowly relaxed and slumped into the couch. I could feel sleep coming on but didn't fight it.

 

 * * *

 

Sexy dreams came and went throughout the night. Many of them were more memories than dreams. It couldn't get sexier than what had actually happened.

 

I remember dreaming that Lukas Vestergaard, my fantasy husband, and Martin Dempsey, my other fantasy husband, were making love to me on the hood of a running Jeep parked on busy Wacker Ave. as hundreds of people walked by. Daniel Archambeau, my third fantasy husband, was standing to the side, giving directions to Luke and Martin. We were all naked in the morning sun, but nobody seemed to notice us.

 

They had my hands pinned above my head as they licked my body, ran their fingertips over my torso, and shared a kiss with my cock head between them. Luke and Martin each had two fingers in my ass, making me feel so damned good. I warned them that I was getting close. They hummed in unison as they pressed on my prostate. I begged Dan to kiss me as I felt myself soaring. My back arched as I hissed and started shooting on my face, neck, and chest. The Jeep motor was running faster or getting louder somehow.

 

Luke and Martin licked their lips as they relinquished my penis. But how did I shoot on my face if my dick was in their mouths and Dan was kissing me?

 

I kept stretching as the Jeep's engine turned into a whine. I heard stirring in the room. What room was I in? I thought we were outside. My eyes fluttered but didn't open as I felt cum cooling on my face and body.

 

A vacuum was running, and several random voices were indistinct in the background. I began to stir, then listened to a chipper voice call out. "Well, good morning, Q-ball. I'm glad to see you're upholding your end of our deal. Were you dreaming of me?"

 

The voice was familiar. I opened my eyes to find myself spread across the couch, still naked, with a man from the custodial staff standing over me, vacuuming the carpet under and around my couch. Another guy was wiping tables and collecting discarded cups and bottles.

 

My arms were over my head, gripping the sofa's armrest. The custodian was leaning over me, smirking. "Luke and Martin must be two sexy sons of bitches, and I know that Dan is," he remarked as his dark brown face creased with laughter. But that wasn't the voice I heard bid me good morning. The laughing custodian moved on with his backpack vacuum whirring.

 

I looked around to see Dan Archambeau, the barista and personal trainer, standing behind the sofa. He smiled brightly at me. I rubbed my eyes to find cum on my right eyelid.

 

"That was quite a cumshot, Q-ball. I'm flattered to have been included in your wet dream," Dan said.

 

I asked what time it was, not registering that he – and several other men – just watched me cum in my sleep calling out men's names. I began eating the cum from my face as I waited for Dan's answer.

 

"It's 7:40, Q-ball. Did you stay here all night?"

 

Shit! I felt a spurt of adrenaline jolt me awake and sat up, causing the cum to run from my chest down my torso, tickling me as it cooled. My erection deflated at warp 8.

 

The lounge was nearly filled with men starting their day with a workout. I think I saw only a couple of other naked guys, but I didn't make an exhaustive survey of the room. I noticed a few guys watching me. I hoped they enjoyed my orgasm as much as I did!

 

Other guys were walking past, craning their necks as if they were looking for a car wreck, but when they saw Dan in his staff shirt speaking and joking with me without a problem about my messy nudity, they moved on.

 

I acknowledged to Dan that I had slept there all night but had to be at work at 8:30. I scooped more cum off my torso, not caring that probably a couple of dozen men could see me eating my jizz.

 

He asked where I needed to be, then told me it was less than a 10-minute walk, so I should relax.

 

Dan smiled as his eyes followed my fingers from my chest to my lips. "I was doing that last night, Q-ball," he said. "I had to jerk off three times looking at those pictures you sent! Damn, you guys are hot!"

 

I blushed. Nobody ever said I was hot before. He must have been referring to Luke. He is one of the hottest guys on the planet.

 

He suggested I shower before leaving since my hair and face were a mess. Then he went to the juice bar and ordered something from one of the two guys on duty for the busy morning rush. He grabbed an apple and a banana from a basket on the bar and came to sit next to me after moving the towels that were my only bedding. He pointed to the remaining protein bar from Luke and said the bar, the fruit, and the drink he ordered for me would make a fine breakfast.

 

Several men looked at my nakedness as Dan sat close to me, casually chatting as I ate the bar and the apple. I told him I would save the banana for a snack. Luckily I had a travel toothbrush and toothpaste in my gym bag, but no floss.

 

A couple of guys who walked by in their sweaty workout gear looked at me and smirked as Dan casually rubbed my shoulder as we talked. I saw them return naked a couple of minutes later and stand in line at the juice bar. Good, I was spreading the gospel of nudity.

 

I told Dan that I had best be showering and brushing my teeth. He stood, and handed me an envelope with my key card and juice drink. "Now, I don't have to leave this for you," he chirped. "Everything worked out. You can return your friend's key card. I also texted Luke to set up a schedule with him. Thank you for the referral."

 

Dan stood, so I did, too. He smiled at me, yawning, and said, "It's bound to be a long day today. I didn't get much sleep last night."

 

"I'm sorry," I replied.

 

"You're sorry I spent half the night jerking off to sexy as fuck pictures of you, Luke, and that other guy?" he asked as he nudged my shoulder. "Xavier, the barista on the left over there, asked me what the hell is wrong with me. I told him two new clients had me all boned up sending me nudes."

 

"Did you show him the pictures?" I asked.

 

"Of course not," Dan said seriously. "I wouldn't betray your trust like that!"

 

I laughed. "Dan, I'm standing naked in front of him and ten thousand others anyway," I remarked as I indicated all the guys in the lounge, "What's the difference? I know Luke won't care either. Besides, Xavier's cute in a bro-twink kind of way."

 

Dan laughed. "I guess you have a point. I'll show them to him later. I know he'll appreciate them." He caught Xavier's eye and indicated to me. I waved and smiled, no longer giving a shit who saw me. Xavier raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up.

 

I said goodbye and told Dan I would call him later to see if he could join the gang tonight.

 

Dan gave me a quick shoulder hug and then went to one of the naked guys waiting in line at the juice bar and clapped his shoulders. "Bon jour, Jacques!" he chirped. "Are you ready for our training session at 8:00? Don't fill up too much because you're going to do 500 crunches by the time we're done. "

 

I smiled at Dan ... and Xavier, then went to shower and dress. Finally.

 

I made it to work on time with a smile on my face.

 

I returned the room key to my friend Yoshi from LA and explained why I didn't need it anymore. He asked if I would still meet him to exercise that night. I had forgotten about that. I told him I would, but there would also be six other guys in our party that I had met last night. I assured him that he would like them and that we would have fun after a good workout.

 

"Jesus, Q, you are a social butterfly, making friends wherever you go," he joked.

 

If he only knew. Maybe he would find out.

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