This is the third of a new series. The title of the series is Circle of Friends.
Disclaimer: This story involves sexual situations between consenting mature adults, and is therefore intended for mature audiences. No one under the age of 18 or in an area where such material has been deemed unacceptable should read any further. This story is fiction and the characters involved are not meant to represent the lives of any individuals living or dead. Any resemblance is coincidental. This story deals with homosexual relationships, and expressions of love. If this offends you, then again, you should read no further. Otherwise, enjoy.
Circle of Friends Episode 3: Business Trip
This was the one part of his job that Steven hated. He's spent the entire morning in a meeting being berated by a client for a problem that was neither his nor his company's fault. The shipment arrived on time to the factory but thanks to a screw up in the company's shipping & receiving department and the company sent the shipment back. Two days later Steven, as the account manager, gets a call from the customer wondering where their shipment was. Steven then has to go about figuring out what went wrong and why. Add to that the customer wanted it explained in person, so Steven had to hop a flight to Florida to explain.
Steven was finally able to smooth over the situation thanks to his award winning charm and an expensive dinner followed by a couple rounds of drinks. The shipment was on the express truck and should arrive first thing in the morning. Steven stop by before his flight out and ensure that it did arrive on time and that there were no problems.
Steven was glad that the hotel his office had him booked in had a complete 24-hour gym with a mini sauna. He'd finally gotten back into the habit of working out again in addition to his kickboxing workouts and he found that whenever he did it helped to reduce his stress level. It took a lot of prodding from Jon, who'd rededicated himself to working out, before Steven got with the program however. Everyday that he wasn't out of town the two and sometimes Weiss would lift, run, or do something athletic that caused their heart rates to go up and the sweat to pour.
It was at those times that Steven would catch his mind wondering. The two would joke with each other as usual, Jon calling Steven his bitch and Steven calling Jon a Queen. Then there would be the usual retort from Jon that Steven was just dying to know if the "myth" about black men was true and Steven's reply, "you wish. This is one white guy that proves the stereotype wrong." This was nothing out of the ordinary for the two either working out or just hanging around. They always ragged on the other about being a closet case wanting to get into the others pants. Steven thought of it as just "straight boy" banter between friends.
The problem came when Steven's mind starting thinking about what it would be like to be with Jon. He'd caught himself on several occasions staring up into Jon's crotch as Jon was spotting him when they were lifting. He also caught himself giving the crotch of Jon's mesh workout shorts more than the passing glimpse. Then there was Jon's ass that would be called a "bubble- butt" by anyone's definition. The definition that Jon was developing in his chest, arms and legs. The fact that Jon's body could hold muscle so well. Looking at him Steven had no clue as to weight. Some people just carried themselves better than others and Jon was one of them.
After first it was the stolen glimpses and stares, but lately he'd been thinking of what it would feel like to have Jon's cock in his mouth or his ass. What it would feel like to have his cock in Jon's mouth and especially what he imagined to be a tight wet asshole. Usually when those thoughts crossed his mind, Steven would feel himself springing a definite boner and with 8 fairly thick inches it was impossible to conceal it. Luckily the pair worked out on Steven's home gym and he could just excuse himself to the bathroom until his erection subsided. He even bought several new extra strength jock straps just for those occasions.
Steven began to have hot dreams not just of Jon but of others as well. He'd had dreams of his boss, who at 39 would be considered a hottie by anyone's standards. Steven's boss was a former linebacker in college and he still had the frame all-be-it with a small layer of fat surrounding the muscles. Steven could tell his boss was hairy by the hair on his arms, on his legs, and the tuft of hair that shown through his polo shirts. Gilbert, Steven's boss just had the look and presence of being a man's man.
Then there was Tom one of Steven's co-workers. Tom was 30ish; married with 3 kids who still loved to go out and drink occasionally and was the one person in the office that everyone seemed to gravitate too. Granted Steven thought that his personality could be a little brash at times but that was part of the charm of Tom. Tom was a little shorter than Steven but he was built like a shithouse. Tom wasn't a gym freak or a bodybuilder he just had a natural build that came from being a country boy having grown up on a farm. He did play high school and some college football, but a blown knee ended that. According to Tom he did workout occasionally, but other than that that was about it.
Then there was the mail guy, the telephone repairman from a couple weeks ago, one of his clients. Suddenly the list was becoming extensive. All of a sudden he'd started noticing the varying builds of different guys. The way different guys crotches moved in various material. The fact that some guys had noticeable bulges while others told you nothing, leaving everything to the imagination. Wondering if what they say about the size of guy's hands and feet is really true.
He began to notice a commonality amongst the guys he thought were hot. They all tended to be older than him and what most people would consider to be big beefy men. They weren't all muscle but you could tell that they had them when they needed them. It didn't matter their race or color because he found when looking at what he considered to be attractive black guys, white guys, latin men he had that same pulse quickening sensation. All of these things were stirring up an incredible curiosity inside Steven and he wasn't sure when but he knew eventually that curiosity would have to be satisfied. Steven was so much in thought that he never heard the man enter the weight room nor did he hear him the first time he asked Steven to spot for him.
"Do you mind spotting me a second?" the man asked again.
Breaking his daze Steven finally answered, "Sure, sorry it has just been a long day."
"Don't worry," replied the gentleman. "I know the feeling. That's the main reason I'm here to work off some of the stress" Extending his hand to Steven he introduced himself, "Name's Grant."
"Steven."
"Nice to meet you Steven," and with that Grant resumed his position under the bar on the bench. Steven stood at the end of the bench just above Grant's head waiting to be of assistance if needed. Grant was fine until the last 3 but with some friendly encouragement from Steven Grant completed the set.
"Thanks again," replied Grant. "Let me know if you need any help from me on anything."
"I will," replied Steven automatically. "And you do the same."
With that Steven headed over to the squat machine to work on his legs. He happened to pass the mirror and was stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn't realized it before but he appeared to have the remnants of a major hard-on, leaving a noticeable bulge in his shorts. All the thinking about guys earlier must have given him a boner and he didn't pack one of the extra strength jocks because he didn't think he'd need it.
What was worse was the fact that he'd just spotted for that guy with his crotch right over the guy's face. Steven was horrified, his first thought was to gather his bag and head straight back to his room, but it was the other reflection in the mirror that stopped him.
Steven could see Grant's reflection in the mirror and Grant's eyes roamed over Steven's body before locking onto Steven's crotch. Steven was very careful to not make eye contact but knowing he was being watched made his cock start its upward climb again.
Steven changed his mind about the squat machine instead settling for the inclined press bench, which just so happened to sit at a slight angle from the leg extension machine Grant was currently using. This afforded Steven and Grant the opportunity to see the other all within the confines of a normal workout.
From his scrumptious glances Steven deuced that Grant was in his early to mid 30's, his handsome strong face surrounded by brown hair shoulder length hair with blue eyes and a neatly trimmed mustache/goatee combo. He was about three inches taller than Steven about Jon's height, making him about 6'1". He didn't look as big as Jon, but he didn't look like a little guy either. It was obvious he worked out on a regular basis. Steven was thinking gym body for sure. Ordinarily that type of guy didn't do much for Steven, but after all the thinking about Jon, Gilbert, and Tom earlier his body didn't seem to care.
Steven had seen Grant looking in his direction on a couple occasions while he was pumping out his set, and each time made his cock rise just a little more. Steven had finished his set at the same time as Grant and both appeared to be recouping from the exertion.
That was only have true in Steven's case as he was also trying to get his cock to deflate as it had worked itself into a full blown erection. He avoided looking in Grant's direction and tried to concentrate on the events of tomorrow, checking out, verifying shipment at the plant, returning rental car, flying home, etc. Steven was concentrating so hard that for the second time Steven didn't hear Grant when he approached and asked him a question.
"That offer of help still stands," stated Grant.
Dazed and a little confused, Steven replied, "What?"
"Repayment for the spot earlier, I can take care of that if you want?" replied Grant eyes shifting from Steven's eyes to his crotch, which had deflated some but was still very noticeable.
Steven's knee-jerk reaction was to say, "Sorry, but I've never done anything like that before."
"Is it that you've never tried it or never want to try it?" asked Grant keeping his gaze on Steven's eyes.
Steven was momentarily at a loss for words. Part of his mind and his Christian upbringing was screaming no make a b-line out of the weight room to the elevators and up to the comfort and safety of his room. Another part along with his body was screaming this is the opportunity we've been waiting for. Take it, you're a long way from home and no one will ever know.
Grant sensing the inner turmoil Steven was facing took the matter into his own hands. He slowly wrapped his hand around the fabric surrounding Steven's cock and began a slow up and down motion all the while maintaining eye contact. Using one of the fingers from his other hand he began to give himself a mock blowjob as Steven said with his eyes on the show Grant was putting on. He would pump his finger in and out of his mouth slowly and on one trip out of his mouth he used his tongue to flick across the tip before devouring it to the point where the finger joins the hand.
At that point, Steven let out a moan that signaled the battle within him was over at least for now. That also signaled to Grant that it would no longer just be a show but the real thing. Grant let go of Steven's cock and said, "follow me." As if on autopilot, Steven followed behind Grant as he headed to the little sauna in the back of the gym. It was advantageous that it was so late because the gym and sauna were totally deserted. In fact no one had even walked by in almost an hour.
Once both men were inside the sauna, Grant and Steven situated themselves so that Steven could see out the little window of the sauna as Grant took up residency on his knees in front of Steven. This allowed Steven to see into the entrance to the weight room just in case someone else was in the mood for a late night workout.
As Steven was standing guard so to speak, Grant wasted little time getting Steven's shorts and underwear down around his ankles and Steven's 8" cock down his throat. Little did Steven know but Grant was a regular at this hotel. In fact he was the day manager and he would often come down to the gym during the evenings to cruise the various businessmen that wanted to get a late workout in after a stressful day. He'd become quite successful at it in fact.
Grant treated Steven's cock as if it was the only thing in the world. After his initial lustful gobble he began to slow the pace of the blowjob for he wanted his newest conquest to enjoy this as much as he enjoyed giving it. For Grant there was nothing like the feeling of having you mouth and throat opened by the size and girth of a big cock. The way that it forced a person to flatten their tongue and open their mouth to capacity in order to welcome the newest invader. The feel of the skin as it slides across your tongue and past your tonsils. The need to suppress your gag reflex as it knocks at the back of your throat. The feeling you get when you realize that every last inch is captured inside your body linking you with another man. He loved it and could never get enough. The only thing close to that feeling was when the same thing happened to his other hole.
Steven was amazed at the sensations that Grant's mouth was generating throughout his entire body. He felt his heart as it began to beat faster. He felt the sensory neurons firing all over his body but especially around his cock, balls and asshole. The churning of his balls as they prepared to deliver their load, or better yet have their load siphoned from them. Steven had blowjobs before but they were all from girls. They were good and he enjoyed every moment, but this was different. Jerod had told him before that guys give better blowjobs, but all he wondered was how did Jerod know. He never considered that it might indeed be true.
The way that Grant was playing and holding his balls, applying just the right amount of pressure and suction was mind blowing. The way that he varied the pace, between short quick half strokes and slow throat burying long strokes had Steven standing on his tip toes and bracing himself against the doorframe of the sauna. Grant had taken Scott to the edge on several occasions but always managed to pull him away at the last possible second. It was as if his cock was being made love too and the feeling was amazing. He knew that sooner or later however, that no about of skill would be able to stop the river of cum that he felt beating against the damn in his cock and balls. The feelings were just too good.
Grant loved every minute of the blowjob he was giving Steven. He'd managed to get his cock out and would stroke it ever so often, but he was waiting. Waiting for that moment when his skills could no longer defy nature and Steven rewarded him with the sweet nectar of man. Then as Steven was delivering his load he too would deliver his for he had the amazing ability to cum on the drop of a dime. All he need was the slightest motivation and this big 8" cock currently buried down his throat was motivation enough.
All too soon he felt the tremble in Steven's knees as with one hand Steven shoved Grant's head even further down his cock and braced himself against the doorframe with his other arm. Grant saw and felt Steven's ball as they instantly attached themselves to the base of Steven's cock and began contraction after contraction after contraction.
Steven let out a yell slash moan that started deep within his chest and seemed to resonate throughout the sauna and weight room. Grant braced himself, mouth buried deep onto Steven's crotch, Steven's cock lodged deep down his throat and windpipe as wave after wave of cum was deposited directly into his stomach. Grant felt each contraction of Steven's cock and after 6 he had to come up for air otherwise pass out from lack of oxygen. The remaining 4 shots landed in his hair, across his forehead, and on his cheeks before surrounding Steven's cock with his mouth to savor the rest.
It was the biggest load that Grant had seen and he'd seen a lot since he'd first started working the weight room and some from dicks bigger than Steven's but never with such force and quantity. Steven himself was amazed at how much cum he'd blasted down Grant's throat. He'd never shot that much and with so much force. It was as if time stopped and his body was in slow motion.
Steven collapsed back on what would be considered a heated bench to most other people, but felt like a cool bench to his skin to recuperate. As he was sitting/lying there looked Grant's gaze as Grant reclined against the door, Grant's own 7" cock began to spurt until a nice little puddle had formed on his lower abdomen. Grant never breaking his gaze from Steven scooped the warm cum mixed with his sweat into his hand where he preceded to lick & eat both his hand and fingers clean.
Steven feeling a little guilt gathered his things thanked Grant and headed back up to his room. Before leaving Grant let Steven know he'd be back in the weight room again the next night if he wanted a repeat performance. Back in his room Steven stripped unceremoniously and throw himself on the bed. Taking his revived cock in his hand he began stroking his cock thinking of the hot action he'd just had in the weight room and sauna and the thought of him on his knees servicing Jon or Gilbert or Tom like Grant serviced him. He end up having one of the most mind numbing jack off sessions in his life shooting a load that wasn't as big as his first but definitely typical for his second cum in less than an hour. He also thought about how he was going to make sure that this was just the beginning and next up was...
Author's note: This is the 3rd complete episode. As mentioned before comments, constructive criticism or ideas are greatly appreciated.
Next episode: 4th of July