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A Business Trip to Remember
Freshly showered, I looked at my naked body in the mirror and sighed. Those damn business trips were really taking a toll on my physique.
Not only do they throw my schedule out of whack, but I also tended to be a little less careful of what I ate when eating on the company's dime. My thighs still looked good. They were hairy and chiseled. My legs had always been relatively naturally muscular. But my chest and belly had started getting a little soft and bore much too close of a resemblance to my father's.
Ugh.
I needed to start working out again ... badly.
I ran my fingers across my newly shaved chest and pinched my nipples. A soft groan escaped from my lips. I trailed my fingers down my belly and then around my navel. Then with one hand I played with the coarse pubic hairs that surrounded my hardening cock and with the other I circled around to my ass.
I looked at my cock in the mirror.
At six firm inches standing perfectly perpendicular to my body, at least that still looked good. I smiled. I was lost in the luxury of my own touch when I was jolted back into reality by the alarm clock.
Shit. Only two hours until my flight departed. Thankfully, I had packed the night before.
On a normal morning I would have savored my alone time and toyed with myself, rimming myself toward climax.
Sometimes I'd use a vibrator or fuck myself with a nine-inch dildo that I had hidden in the bedroom closet.
Since I hardly ever hooked up and I had been single for several months, I hadn't had sex with another guy in almost a year. Well, I don't really count the last time I had sex with my slimy bastard, son of a bitch, cheating douche of an ex. That definitely was not making love, as we had done so many times at the dawn of our relationship. It was angry get-the-fuck-out-of-my-house-but-sheath-your-fucking-prick-and-jam-it-inside-me-first sex. I wouldn't have done it, but he was sobbing and needy at the time and I... well, I just needed to get off one last time. So we ravaged each other in finality.
And so, my fantasy life (and self-satisfaction) was alive and bubbled vividly. And it was in these morning sessions in the hours before work that I would delve deeply into the world as I wished it would be and satiated myself for yet another day... or at least a few hours.
Until recently, my fantasies encompassed a handsome stranger that broke into my house while I was asleep and naked in bed. He would quietly steal into my house, come into the bedroom, and disrobe while surveying my nakedness. As I awoke he'd be on top of me, kissing me passionately, while his member begged admission into my body. Yeah, it was pretty fucking hot. But then, several months ago, I met Ryan on a business trip to Miami.
Ryan is a single young executive from the San Francisco Bay area. He works as a top salesman for a software manufacturing company and travels on business to Miami almost every week. I travel bi-weekly from Chicago to Miami to work with a client for the accounting firm that I had started soon after college. Coincidentally, we always seemed to stay at the same hotel. I was glad.
The night we met in the hotel bar our friendship blossomed immediately. That night we talked, laughed, and drank into the wee hours of the morning until we could no longer hold our eyes open. Ryan's gregariousness was mesmerizing. He smiled easily and was great company. I deeply envied the way that he could instantly connect with people, almost always finding something in common. He seemed to enjoy my sarcastic wit and always laughed heartily at the jokes I told. Since it's easy to get lonely on business trips, it felt fulfilling to have a companion.
Not only did Ryan have a great personality, but he also had a body over which I salivated frequently.
(Remember those early morning private times that I mentioned previously?) He had wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, like he was looking into my very soul. We stood at approximately the same height—about 5'11—but he was few pounds lighter than me. His tight musculature indicated to me that he hadn't been missing his workout sessions.
I loved to watch the way his abs and pecs moved under his polo shirt as he waved his arms when he talked. When he got tired, he'd pull his arms over his head and his biceps would pop like tennis balls and his triceps would form a perfect V-dimple. I loved to see his armpit hair poke out from the ends of his sleeves as he stretched.
Ryan seemed to be perfect in every way. Good looks, good personality, kick-ass body...
but it seemed that there was only one problem.
He was straight, or so it seemed.
As our friendship grew, we'd spend more and more time together after work. When we weren't working or attending client functions, we'd have dinner together in each other's company. He'd often lead me to the bar down the street to be his "wing man" so that he could pick up chicks. He'd check out titties and asses, while I checked out him. We'd freely rub our own crotches and talk about how horny we were. I secretly wished that we would go back to my hotel room and relieve our sexual tension. But in spite of the fact that he said he was always looking for a female hookup, he always walked back to the hotel with me at the end of the night.
We never discussed my sexual preferences, although I'm quite sure he had his suspicions. It never came up. However, the closer we became as friends, the more I wanted him. No... I needed him. I needed to make love to him and him to me. I ached to hold him tightly and coo into his ear about how much I loved him. I needed to feel his warm naked skin on mine as we massaged and caressed each other.
I needed to taste the salt saliva on his mouth and lips as we kissed passionately.
That's how it all started.
The alarm clock forced me out of my impending Ryan fantasy and reminded me that I was running late for my flight. I dressed quickly, grabbed my luggage and my laptop, stuffed a piece of toast into my mouth, and headed toward the airport.
Thankfully, the airport is only a few miles from my house. When I bought the house, the real estate agent warned me about the noise of the air traffic. I didn't care because I knew I'd get used to it. I also knew that I'd need to live close to the airport because of mornings like this.
I parked in long-term parking and rode the shuttle to the terminal. I checked my luggage at curbside and eventually made it through the nightmare of the security line. One of the security agents was a lithe young blonde kid that was much too thorough with his frisking responsibilities. He brushed the wand over my crotch a few times, touching it against the bulge in my slacks. The Ryan fantasy that was still fresh on my mind, so I had to pull away from the kid with the wand so that my passions wouldn't explode in front of my fellow travelers. I found my gate and boarded the plane at the last possible second. I stretched out in my business class seat, stretched, and fell asleep to thoughts of my beautiful naked Ryan.
My nap was too short and the remainder of the flight seemed impossibly long. Eventually, we landed and I drove to the client's office. Like the flight, the day drug on endlessly in anticipation of seeing my friend. It seemed like I was walking in a haze and my level of concentration was nil. A few times my client even patted me on the arm and asked if I was okay. I was fine, just horny for Ryan. Of course, I didn't say that. Instead I mumbled something about being tired, or jet lag, or something like that.
The day ended early because my client had a previous engagement that he couldn't break. I was fine with that. I hopped into my rental car and blazed a trail toward the hotel.
I know it sounds pathetic, but I just wanted to see Ryan. I had just seen him last week, but I ached to connect with him again. Soon. It was like his presence completed me in some strange way. In spite of my weekend-long unbroken fantasy of him, I never expected to "be" with him. I just enjoyed being in his company more than anyone else I knew.
I got to the hotel and immediately went into the bar, our usual meeting place. He wasn't there. Disappointed, I decided to go ahead and check in.
"Has Ryan Brower checked in yet?" I anxiously asked the clerk behind the counter.
"No, sir. Not yet."
Goddammit. Shit, man! What's wrong with you? Hold yourself together, for Christ's sake. You just saw him a mere forty-eight hours ago. Are you that desperate?? I feared that I was "that" desperate, but I didn't want to be. After all, from all appearances, we were just buddies. Nothing more. I certainly didn't want my fantasies about Ryan get the best of me, and make a stupid move and lose his friendship. He meant too much to me.
I took a huge breath, held it until it burned in my lungs, and then exhaled. I'll be okay, I thought. Then I grabbed a bite to eat at the bar and headed to my room.
It didn't take long until I was fully naked and lying on the bed. It was early, but I thought I'd be able to catch up on some much-needed sleep.
I switched the TV to the porn channel.
I knew that the hotel didn't have any gay porn, so I settled on a straight flick featuring (in my mind only) Ryan in the starring role. Usually I prefer to save myself until I've seen Ryan for the first time that week.
The sensation of holding a day's load hanging heavy in my balls, pressing against my prostate, seems to make seeing him even more exhilarating.
As the images began to flicker on the screen, my cock instantly jumped to life. I touched my chest and pressed my nipples hard between my thumb and index finger. I massaged my torso and then encircled both my hands around my maleness, pressing my finger against my asshole. I wanted this self-pleasure to last, but I knew, as excited as I was, that it wouldn't be long before I was crumpled into a sticky mess.
About an hour later in the middle of my self-imposed bliss, there was a knock on the door.
"Let me in, ya fuckin' pussy!"
It was him.
I quickly grabbed the robe from the bathroom and opened the door.
"Goddamn, dude! Happy to see me?" he quipped.
I looked down. My robe had fallen open, exposing my engorged cock that was glistening from its lubricating spittle.
He brushed past me with a six-pack of beer in his hands. He was wearing his signature polo shirt, untucked at the waist, a pair of flip flops, and some plaid shorts down to the knee.
"Let's watch the game."
I pulled my robe together and closed the door. I had no idea which game he was talking about. He was an avid athlete; I wasn't. It didn't matter to me though. I was just happy to see him. I would do anything just to be in his presence... even watch a stupid ballgame.
"Whatcha watchin' now?" he grinned broadly and winked at me. In my haste I had forgotten to turn off the TV. Onscreen a stud with a freakishly huge dick was impaling the pizza girl.
"Oh... it's just... it's been a long day." Embarrassed, I grabbed the remote and changed the channel.
Unfazed, he snickered and dove onto the bed. Seeing him in my bed for the very first time sent my mind reeling. I desperately tried to control my lustful thoughts.
"Channel three, buddy," and cracked open a beer.
I pressed the appropriate buttons on the remote and then went to open the curtains and the window. I was hoping that the brisk Miami air would curb my appetite for him.
Seeing the baseball players in their tight uniforms wasn't helping matters.
I lay on the bed beside him.
While watching the game, we drank beer, and chatted and laughed like we hadn't seen each other for years. God, it was good to see him. Like a man in the desert dying of thirst, I eagerly drank in every inch of his body with my eyes. Once I looked over at him and he was staring at the top of my hairless chest under the fold of my robe, but I was too delirious to be with him to think much about it.
The game ended, but he didn't act like he wanted to leave, so we finished the beer, reclined on the bed, and talked some more.
Suddenly, he said thoughtfully, "I love you, buddy." Staring straight ahead, he reached over and squeezed my thigh. We often spoke our love for each other ... as friends. And touching, well... it was one of Ryan's ways of expressing affection. But this time it seemed strangely different.
"I love you too, Ryan," I said. I was puzzled and didn't know what to expect next.
He paused momentarily and then looked into my eyes.
"No. I mean I really love you," he said softly. He reached out and parted my robe so that my chest was partially exposed to him. He brushed his fingers over my nipple. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath quicken against my skin. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne.
My mind was spinning out of control. The man of my many fantasies ... of my dreams ...
was lying next to me on my bed. And he just said that he loved me! Could this really be happening? He leaned over, took my face in his hands, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I could taste the alcohol on his lips and mouth, mixed with the sweetness of his saliva. "I couldn't wait to tell you," he smiled shyly. "I just didn't know how."
"You did fine, baby."
I leaned over to return his kiss, more intensely this time.
He opened my robe to fully expose my nakedness to him. My cock was rock hard, beckoning him to me. We kissed again and he began to explore my body with his hands. In earlier conversations he'd told me that he'd never been with a man so tonight I deftly guided him to the most sensitive parts of my body—across my nipples, over my soft belly, and then to the underside of my balls.
I lifted his shirt over his head and then unbuttoned his shorts and removed them. He had no underwear on and his member popped out like a jack-in-the-box. I was in awe.
This man was even more beautiful than I had imagined. His toned muscles rippled as he moved toward me.
We were fully naked, lying side by side, kissing, groping, caressing, wanting ... The salt air wafted through the open window, cooling our bodies as we moved together, finally expressing our true love for each other. Opening the window earlier had not curbed my appetite for him; it had made me want him more. Apparently, it had the same delirious effect on him.
He lay on top of me, kissing me passionately. The feel of his skin against mine, of his hardness pressing into my own, was simply exhilarating. As he touched me, my body responded, pleading with him not to stop. Every cell of my body seemed to be entwined with his.
I broke our kiss, and playfully pushed him onto his back. I ran my fingers through his mat of chest hair, relishing the wonder of it.
I trailed the tips of my fingers down the treasure trail on his stomach toward his pubes. He shivered with delight. He was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying him. I traced the perimeter of his pubic hair passing within centimeters of his swelling manhood and heaving balls. I didn't touch him yet. Even though I wanted nothing more than to wrap myself around his gorgeous pole, but I wanted this to last. I wanted to tease him and to see him cry out in pleasure.
I then parted the hair around his right nipple and took it between my lips. Cry out in pleasure he did as I bit the tip of it gently. I sucked and bit it harder as he writhed under me. Soon he was gasping at this brand new violation to his body. I smiled to myself and then moved to his other nipple.
Like his cock, it was sticking straight up. I gave this one the same treatment as the other. I roughly manhandled his pecs and I took his entire tit into my mouth. He continued to moan and encourage my advances.
I then moved my lips down the same path that my fingers had taken earlier, kissing and licking his chest and torso. He begged me to take his cock into my mouth, but I took my time on my journey south.
Finally, I reached my destination—his beauty. It stood at a full seven inches erect against his belly with a pool of manjuice flowing from its tip. The purple head was full and looked like it would explode any second. I took some of his precum onto my tongue. The salty essence of it was delicious. I reached down to my own cock and offered my pearl to his lips. He gobbled it eagerly.I lightly touched my pointer finger to his ballsac. He convulsed as though a stream of electricity had torn through his body.
"Please?" he begged.
His desire for me was intoxicating.
It was time.
I wrapped my hand around his cock. I was surprised at how fiercely it throbbed its heat. I licked his pisshole clean of precum. I looked up at him. His arms were behind his head displaying the small patches of damp hair under his arms. His pecs were quivering and his face was red with lust. I took his head between my lips and swallowed the continuing flow of precum. Slowly I slid his rod into my throat. He pushed against the back of my throat and he was fully inside of me. My nose rested against the base of his cock. The smell of his manly musk mingled with the sea air. I continued to facefuck him as he thrust himself into my mouth.I could tell that he was about to cum when he pulled out of my mouth. He knelt on his knees and threw me to my back. He lay on top of me and we kissed with abandon. He spread my legs, looked at me and smiled broadly, Ryan-style. This man was amazing and, as it turns out, we were amazing together. I no longer disguised my longing for him. Every part of me wanted him.
He positioned himself and pressed his raging manhood against the entrance to my body. All of the blood left my head. I was giddy with delight. I could feel his heat against my pucker. Just as he was promised to enter me, he pulled away. And then he teased me again. And again, touching himself against me and then pulling away.
He was the one that was tantalizing me now.
He stopped, leaned over, and rammed his tongue into my mouth.
The precum from both of our bodies mixed violently with our saliva while we kissed. My hands ran across his hairy chest and then my fingernails scraped at his back, tight in his embrace.He rolled me to my side and lay behind me. I knew this was the moment of truth. I could feel his chest hair prickle my back as his fullness went into me. The tunnel of my insides slowly enveloped him. He fit inside me perfectly. He placed his hand over my mouth so that my thrashing guttural noises wouldn't be heard by the patrons in the room next door.
He thrust in and out of me while he held me tightly. He kissed my neck and my shoulders while he made love to me. Periodically, he stopped so that he could regain his control.
Both of us needed our lovemaking, our first time together, to last as long as possible. His pace quickened and he reached around to find my cock. We reached climax simultaneously, his arms clamped around me so tightly that I couldn't breathe. We both groaned uncontrollably as he shot his load against the walls of my ass and I shot mine onto the bed beside us.
Our bodies were drenched with an exhausted sweat as we lie together, holding each other, recovering our senses. He whispered sweetly into my ear while he shrunk inside of me. We had made love to each other for hours. He pulled out of me and I turned to face him. We kissed and touched each other tenderly as we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Ryan and I made love again that night. He was on top of me while he made love to me. This time our lovemaking was less desperate, but just as intense. We were together at last. I took his cum into me a second time and I exploded my hot juice onto my chest and face. He licked me clean of my jism and we fell asleep again.
We made love to each other every morning and every night that week, passionately melding our bodies into one flesh. I eventually revealed my endless fantasies about Ryan to him and he told me that had been attracted to me since the first day we met. His search for girls at the bars was just a façade.