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Brett and Shane had known each other for a few years, ever since they both started working at the same IT company as software developers. Brett, with his hair shaved down to a number 1, had a muscular build that came from his love of surfing on the weekends. His broad shoulders and strong arms were hard to miss, making him look like someone who spent more time outdoors than behind a desk. He had a confident, easygoing nature that made him popular in the office, always the first to crack a joke or take the lead when things got tough.
Shane, on the other hand, was lean and toned, the kind of fit that came from quiet discipline rather than intense sports. His dark, slightly messy hair gave him a more laid-back appearance, though his sharp blue-gray eyes and thoughtful expression always hinted at the wheels turning in his head. Shane wasn't as loud or as bold as Brett, preferring to work methodically through problems, but his focus and precision earned him just as much respect among their peers.
Their friendship had grown naturally over time, forged through long hours of collaborative work--late nights debugging code, brainstorming solutions, and sharing frustrations over tight deadlines. Brett's easy charm and Shane's quiet wit balanced each other out, making them a strong team both professionally and personally. Outside of work, they'd grab drinks or catch a game, but they were never the type to hang out constantly.
Still, there was a comfort between them, an easy familiarity that made their work trips, like this one, feel less like a chore. Whether they were sharing a laugh over beers or navigating the stress of client meetings, there was an unspoken bond between them. They were colleagues first, friends second, but the line between the two had blurred more than either of them realized.
They both stood by the terminal window, watching rain slam against the glass. The storm had turned the airport into a sea of tired travelers and delayed flights. They had just finished their last business meeting and were eager to get home, but it didn't look like that was happening anytime soon.
"Flight 187 to Chicago has been delayed due to severe weather conditions. Please check with the airline for further updates." The PA system crackled to life with the dreaded announcement.
"Great," Brett sighed. "Another night stuck here."
Shane shook his head, checking his phone. "Let's just head back to the hotel. Hopefully, they still have rooms."
It didn't take long before they found themselves trudging through the storm, clothes clinging to their bodies as they made their way back to the hotel. By the time they reached the front desk, they were both drenched.
"Only one room left, gentlemen," the receptionist said, offering a sympathetic smile. "It's a queen bed, non-smoking."
Brett raised an eyebrow at Shane, who simply shrugged. "Guess it's better than sleeping in the lobby."
The room was small, dominated by the queen-sized bed in the center. There was a single chair by the window, a TV mounted on the wall, and a door leading to the bathroom. Shane stood near the bed, his wet clothes sticking to him uncomfortably. He glanced at Brett, who had already started peeling off his soaked hoodie.
"I need to get out of these clothes," Brett said, pulling at his damp t-shirt. "I'll grab the shower first, unless you want it."
"Nah, go ahead," Shane replied, trying to ignore how his heart seemed to beat a little faster at the sight of Brett's shirt clinging to his toned chest.
As Brett disappeared into the bathroom, Shane sat on the bed, running a hand through his wet hair. His mind wandered for a moment, thinking about the weirdness of the situation--sharing a bed with Brett, both of them basically strangers outside of work, but now forced to get... well, intimate wasn't the right word, but close.
The sound of the shower running pulled him from his thoughts. Shane shifted, staring blankly at the TV, but his mind kept wandering back to the bathroom--Brett, just behind that door, naked under the hot water. Shane shook his head, trying to clear his mind. What the hell is wrong with you? he thought. But the more he tried to push the thought away, the more it nagged at him.
When Brett came out of the bathroom, steam billowing around him, he was wrapped in nothing but a towel. Water dripped from his hair, rolling down his chest and legs, and Shane's eyes trailed lower--down to Brett's feet. For some reason, he was struck by them. Brett's feet were wide but well-formed, with slightly veiny arches. His toenails were small and perfectly groomed, and for the first time, Shane felt an odd, almost inexplicable attraction to them.
Shane blinked, pulling his gaze away, feeling his cheeks heat slightly. He'd never really noticed another guy's feet before, but something about Brett's--strong, masculine--left him feeling weirdly aroused.
"Your turn," Brett said, grabbing another towel and drying off his hair, oblivious to Shane's internal struggle.
Shane stood quickly, almost too quickly, and bolted for the bathroom, needing to escape the unexpected tension he felt. Inside the shower, under the hot stream of water, he tried to compose himself. But all he could think about was Brett, still in that towel, sitting on the bed just outside.
When Shane emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, the air in the room felt charged. Brett was sprawled on the bed, still in his towel, casually flipping through channels on the TV. His feet were stretched out, and once again, Shane's eyes wandered down to them before he quickly forced himself to look away.
Brett glanced up, catching Shane's gaze. "I'm not getting dressed," he said with a smirk. "Prefer to stay comfortable. Hope that's cool."
Shane swallowed, forcing a casual laugh. "Yeah, same here."
He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. Both men sat there in nothing but towels, the tension between them palpable. The room felt too small, too hot, despite the rain still battering against the window outside.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, an action movie flickered across the TV screen, and they both half-watched it, but the unspoken tension between them was growing. Then, an unexpected scene flashed across the screen--a steamy, erotic moment between the lead actors.
Shane felt a flicker of something stir inside him, but he tried to ignore it. Brett, on the other hand, didn't.
"That was... intense," Brett commented, his voice casual but with a hint of something else lurking beneath. He glanced over at Shane, eyebrows raised. "You ever watch anything like that on purpose?"
Shane hesitated, surprised by the directness of the question. "What, like... porn?"
"Yeah," Brett said with a shrug, not breaking eye contact. "I mean, everyone does, right? Nothing wrong with it."
"Yeah, sure," Shane said, feeling his throat tighten. "Everyone does."
Brett's gaze lingered a little longer, and then he looked back at the TV, seemingly unfazed. "You think we should watch something more interesting? Something... hotter?"
Shane's pulse quickened. "Like what?"
Brett's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I dunno. Something a little more exciting than this action crap. We've got the whole night, might as well make it fun, right?"
Shane wasn't sure how to respond, but before he could say anything, Brett casually added, "Oh, by the way, I usually sleep starkers. That gonna be an issue?"
Shane's heart skipped a beat. "Starkers?"
"Yeah. Naked," Brett said with a grin. "Hope that's cool, `cause that's how I roll. Keeps things... comfortable."
Shane felt heat crawl up his neck. "I, uh... I sleep naked too, actually."
Brett raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Really? Well, looks like we've got more in common than I thought."
Shane forced a chuckle, but inside, his mind was racing. He'd never thought about Brett this way before--never thought about any guy this way before. But something about tonight, about the way Brett was acting, was stirring something inside him that he couldn't quite explain.
The air between them grew thicker, the conversation edging closer to something neither of them had ever said out loud. Brett leaned back on the bed, his towel barely covering him, and Shane could feel the weight of his gaze, could sense the unspoken question hanging in the air.
Shane shifted awkwardly on the bed, the towel around his waist suddenly feeling too tight, too revealing. He could feel Brett's presence next to him, the heat radiating off his still-damp skin. The conversation had taken a turn Shane hadn't expected, and now, with Brett lounging in nothing but a towel, his words about sleeping naked hanging in the air, Shane didn't know how to respond.
Brett casually flipped through more channels, his focus seemingly on the TV, but Shane couldn't shake the feeling that Brett was testing the waters--seeing how far they could push this conversation. Brett navigated to the adult movies and they sat in silence as they looked at the various sexually charged thumbnails. Shane's eyes darted down to Brett's feet again, the way his toes flexed against the blanket, his broad, masculine feet somehow entrancing Shane more than he wanted to admit. The veins on Brett's arches stood out subtly, and the smoothness of his well-manicured toenails only added to the odd attraction he felt.
Brett suddenly spoke again, snapping Shane out of his thoughts. "You ever wonder about this stuff? Like... being with someone, but not exactly the way we're `supposed' to?" His voice was low, calm, as if they were discussing something as casual as the weather.
Shane felt his heart thud in his chest. He didn't know how to answer. Brett's question hung in the air like a challenge, and Shane knew that whatever he said next could change the direction of the night.
"Supposed to?" Shane echoed, trying to keep his voice steady.
Brett glanced over at him, his eyes dark in the dim light of the room. "Yeah. You know what I mean. Guys like us. We're supposed to... stick to the usual stuff. We're friends... but also work colleagues. And here we are in towels looking at what porn is available. Like, that's not what people would expect, right? Like it shouldn't be normal. But what if we didn't do what we're supposed to?"
Shane swallowed hard. The air between them seemed to thrum with unspoken tension, and he could feel his pulse racing as Brett's words sank in. "Are you... talking about us?" he asked, his voice quieter than before, uncertain.
Brett leaned back against the pillows, his towel loosening just slightly, enough to reveal more of his thigh. He didn't seem to care, or maybe it was on purpose. "Maybe," he said with a slight shrug, his gaze never leaving Shane's. "Or maybe I'm just talking. It's been a weird night, right? Storm, flights canceled... stuck here, together."
Shane nodded slowly, his throat tight. He didn't know what to make of this. His entire body felt like it was on edge, a confusing mix of curiosity, desire, and fear swirling inside him. They were just two straight guys who happened to be stuck in a room together. But was that all this was?
Brett shifted again, stretching out his legs, his feet brushing lightly against Shane's. Shane tensed, the touch sending a strange jolt through him. Brett's feet were cool against his, strong and solid, and Shane's gaze flicked down again, drawn to them like some magnetic force.
"You're quiet. Why?" Brett said, his voice softer now, almost teasing.?"
Shane's heart hammered. He couldn't tell Brett what he was really thinking, could he? He couldn't admit that he had been staring at his feet, wondering why he found them so... attractive. Couldn't admit that the idea of sleeping naked next to him wasn't something he was uncomfortable with--but something that was making him feel strangely excited.
"I don't know," Shane finally said, barely above a whisper. "Just... thinking."
Brett smirked, leaning in slightly, his arm brushing against Shane's shoulder. "Thinking about what?"
Shane felt his skin tingle where Brett touched him, a warmth spreading from the spot. He knew Brett was pressing him, nudging him closer to admitting something neither of them had said out loud yet. Shane licked his lips, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had become.
"About what you said," Shane admitted, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "About... what if we didn't stick to the usual stuff."
Brett's smirk grew into a full grin, his eyes glinting with something like satisfaction. He shifted closer, just enough that their knees touched, the soft towel between them not doing much to hide the growing tension.
"You ever think about it?" Brett asked again, his voice low and smooth. "I mean, not just now. Ever."
Shane's stomach did a nervous flip. He wanted to say no, to laugh it off and make a joke about it, but something stopped him. Brett's question felt more real than just teasing now, and the way Brett was looking at him--like he was waiting for an honest answer--made it impossible for Shane to lie.
"I... I don't know," Shane finally said, his voice quieter. "Maybe."
Brett's expression didn't change. If anything, his smile softened, and he nodded like he'd expected that answer all along. He didn't push further, not yet. Instead, he leaned back against the pillows again, this time fully relaxed, his towel slipping even more as his hands rested behind his head.
"I get it," Brett said, his voice casual again. "Sometimes, I think about it too. Not in a weird way, just... like a thought that comes and goes, you know? We're guys. We get horny. Who cares who's next to you sometimes, right?"
Shane felt his mouth go dry again. He wanted to say something, but Brett's words echoed in his mind. Who cares who's next to you sometimes--was that really how Brett saw this? Could it really be that simple?
Brett's gaze flicked back to the TV for a moment before he casually added, "I mean, hell, we've both already said we sleep naked, right? It's not like there's anything left to hide."
Shane's heart thudded again. "Yeah... right."
"Unless," Brett continued, his voice dropping lower, almost daring Shane now, "you want to keep hiding something."
Shane's breath caught. His mind was spinning, trying to process everything that was happening. Brett's teasing words, his casual tone, the way his towel hung precariously low on his hips--it was all too much, too confusing. But deep down, there was something undeniable between them, something Shane wasn't sure he could ignore anymore.
He looked at Brett, really looked at him this time. The confident smirk on his face, the way his body was relaxed and open, the subtle challenge in his eyes. This wasn't just Brett playing around. He was testing Shane, waiting to see what he'd do next, like he didn't want to be the first to make any moves.
Shane swallowed hard, his eyes trailing once more down to Brett's feet--those perfect, wide feet with their neat toenails, the perfect arches, the way they rested so casually on the bed. The sight made Shane's pulse quicken, and for the first time, he didn't try to push the feeling away.
Brett noticed Shane's lingering gaze, and this time, he didn't pretend not to. Instead, he shifted his foot slightly, brushing it against Shane's leg, his touch deliberate.
"So," Brett said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper now, "you still thinking?"
The only sound in the room the low hum of the TV in the background. Shane couldn't help but keep glancing at Brett's feet, the subtle way his toes flexed and moved, almost teasing. That small brush of contact earlier had sparked something inside Shane, and now the tension was almost unbearable.
Brett shifted again, his leg bumping lightly against Shane's once more, the action casual but undeniably intentional. Shane froze for a second, unsure of how to respond, but then he let his foot gently nudge back. It was tentative at first, just a light touch of his toes against Brett's ankle, testing the waters. But Brett didn't pull away. Instead, he pushed back, the two of them playing a slow, unspoken game of footsie.
Shane's heart raced as Brett's foot brushed against his again, this time firmer, the smooth skin of his arch pressing into Shane's. The touch was electrifying, sending a surge of heat through Shane's body. They didn't say anything--no words needed to be spoken. It was like a silent agreement between them, this strange, intimate dance happening beneath the covers.
Brett's toes curled slightly, hooking around Shane's foot, the playful contact drawing them closer. Shane couldn't believe how aroused he was from such a simple touch, the feel of Brett's foot against his triggering sensations he hadn't expected. His eyes kept flicking down to Brett's feet and his ankles. They were oddly beautiful, more than he'd ever imagined feet could be.
Then Brett spoke, breaking the silence but not the intimacy. "My feet are killing me," he murmured, his voice low and rough with that casual dominance that always made Shane's pulse quicken. "Could use a good massage."
Shane swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry again. He felt like Brett was testing him, waiting to see how far he'd take this. "Yeah?" Shane said, his voice soft but steady, despite the pounding in his chest.
Brett nodded, his eyes meeting Shane's, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah. We've been on our feet all day with the expo." He paused, then added, almost as an afterthought, "What about you? You look like you could use one too."
Shane exhaled slowly, his body tingling with nervous anticipation. "Yeah, I could," he admitted. "Been a long day, for sure."
Brett's smirk widened just a little, and he leaned back, stretching out his legs as if offering them up. "Guess we should help each other out, then. Shuffle down. We can sixty-nine massage each other"
Brett laughed and Shane hesitated for only a moment before he shifted, turning to face Brett more fully on the bed. He repositioned himself and reached over, his hands hovering above Brett's foot for a second before finally making contact. Brett's skin was warm, slightly damp from the shower, and Shane's fingers trembled slightly as they pressed into the arch of his foot.
Brett let out a low sigh of satisfaction as Shane's fingers began to knead gently into the flesh, working over the curves of his foot. Shane focused on the task, his heart racing but his touch growing more confident as he worked his thumbs into the soft skin, pressing into the spots where he imagined Brett might be sore.
"Damn," Brett murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. "You're good at this."
Shane's chest tightened at the compliment, and he felt a flush rise in his cheeks. "Glad you're enjoying it," he replied quietly, his fingers moving more deliberately now, pressing into the ball of Brett's foot, tracing the veins that ran up toward his ankle.
Brett shifted again, letting out another low hum of approval. After a few moments, he cracked one eye open and grinned lazily at Shane. "Your turn," he said, his voice teasing but with that same edge of command.
Shane hesitated for only a second before he stretched out his own legs, offering his feet to Brett. Brett sat up slightly, moving closer as he took Shane's foot in his hands. Shane's breath hitched when Brett's fingers pressed into his arch, the touch firm but gentle, sending a strange shiver through him.
"Relax," Brett said, his voice softer now as he worked his thumbs into Shane's foot. "You're so damn tense."
Shane tried to relax, leaning back against the headboard as Brett's hands moved skillfully over his feet. The sensation was surprisingly intimate, Brett's touch warm and firm, his fingers tracing the lines of Shane's foot with slow, deliberate strokes. Shane's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the feeling washed over him, the slow burn of desire intensifying with every movement of Brett's hands.
Brett worked over Shane's foot, massaging each part carefully, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary in certain spots, sending little jolts of pleasure up Shane's leg. The whole experience felt oddly sensual, the closeness of their bodies, the quiet intimacy of the moment, and the unspoken understanding that this was more than just a foot massage.
After a while, Brett's hands moved to Shane's other foot, repeating the same slow, deliberate motions, his fingers pressing into the flesh with expert precision. Shane bit his lip, trying to keep his breathing steady, but the sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't just the physical pleasure of the massage--it was the way Brett was touching him, the way his hands lingered just a little too long, the way their legs were almost intertwined now.
Brett glanced down, his eyes meeting Shane's again, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
Shane nodded, his voice catching in his throat for a moment before he managed to reply. "Yeah... it does."
Brett's smirk widened as his fingers worked up Shane's ankle, his touch still firm but slower now, more deliberate. "Funny how something so simple can feel so... intense, huh?" His voice was low, almost a whisper now, the words heavy with meaning.
Shane didn't trust himself to speak. Instead, he just nodded again, his heart pounding as Brett's manly hands and fingers slid over his skin, the sensuality of the moment growing stronger with each passing second.
Brett's hands stilled for a moment, his gaze still locked on Shane's. "You ever wonder about stuff like this? How it could be... more?"
Shane swallowed hard, his mouth dry again as he tried to find the right words. He knew what Brett was asking, knew that this moment wasn't just about the foot massage anymore. It was about something deeper, something they'd both been dancing around since after the shower.
"I've... thought about it," Shane finally admitted, his voice barely audible.
Brett's smirk softened into something more genuine, his eyes darkening as he leaned in slightly. "Me too," he said, his voice a low rumble. "More than once."
The air between them seemed to crackle with tension now, the unspoken desire that had been building finally surfacing. Brett's hands slid away from Shane's feet, but the touch lingered in the air, the memory of his fingers still tingling against Shane's skin.
They lay there for a moment, the silence thick with anticipation, both of them waiting for the other to make the next move.
Shane swallowed hard, trying to steady his breath as he stared at the soles of Brett's feet again. He tried to act casual, though his heart raced faster with every second that passed.
His voice was low, almost hesitant. "Mind if we... continue for a bit?"
Brett raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving into that same lazy smirk. He stretched out his legs without a word, a silent invitation. "Sure," Brett murmured, eyes locked on Shane. "Knock yourself out."
Shane shifted on the bed, moving closer to Brett. This time, his touch was more deliberate, fingers slowly tracing the curves of Brett's foot, pressing into the arch again, feeling every ridge and smooth surface of his skin. But this time, Shane's breath was heavier, more uneven, as he pressed his thumbs into the soft underside of Brett's foot.
Brett let out a small sigh of satisfaction, leaning back against the headboard, watching Shane without saying a word. The air between them felt charged, like something was building that neither of them could quite name.
Shane's hands moved down, massaging each toe, one by one, his touch slower, more focused now. He took his time, running his thumb over each nail, feeling the small ridges beneath his fingers. And as he did, he couldn't help but pull Brett's foot closer to him, just slightly, inhaling the warm, faint scent of his skin. Shane's face was close enough now that he could feel the heat radiating from Brett's body, his breaths growing shallower as he tried not to make it obvious.
The smell was intoxicating--clean from the shower but mixed with the natural warmth of Brett's skin, and Shane's pulse quickened as he massaged Brett's big toe, rolling it between his fingers before moving on to the others. He was trying to be subtle, trying not to give away the growing tension within him, but every touch felt loaded with a new, undeniable hunger.
Shane dared a glance up, and Brett's eyes were still on him, darker now, more intense, like he knew exactly what Shane was feeling and was waiting to see how far he'd go.
"You're really getting into this, aren't you?" Brett's voice was low, a little rough, and the sound of it sent a shiver down Shane's spine.
Shane's face flushed, his grip tightening around Brett's foot as he forced a small laugh. "Just... making sure I'm doing it right," he mumbled, though his voice was unsteady.
Brett shifted slightly, stretching his other leg toward Shane, the movement slow and deliberate. "Feels good," he said, his smirk widening. "You've got a nice touch."
Shane swallowed again, his fingers still working over Brett's toes, slower now, more methodical. His chest was tight, every breath a struggle to keep steady as he pulled Brett's foot just a bit closer, his face now only inches away from it. He could smell the faint traces of soap, the warmth of Brett's skin lingering in the air between them. The proximity was almost unbearable, the strange mix of arousal and tension swirling inside him as he tried to stay focused.
But it was getting harder. And he could feel his cock under the towel getting harder too. His fingers lingered on Brett's foot, massaging the curve of his arch before moving back up to his toes, each touch more deliberate than the last. Shane's breath hitched as he held Brett's foot a little closer, almost cradling it in his hands now, his face inches away from Brett's toes. He inhaled again, trying to be subtle, but the scent filled his senses, pushing him further into the strange, heated space between them.
Brett didn't move. He just watched Shane, his eyes heavy-lidded, his expression unreadable but undeniably aware of what was happening.
"You good down there?" Brett's voice was softer now, the usual teasing edge dulled, replaced with something more curious, more knowing.
Shane's fingers trembled slightly, his heart racing so fast he could feel it in his throat. "Yeah," he whispered, not trusting himself to say anything more. His hands worked over Brett's foot again, but now there was a different kind of tension in his touch--more sensual, like he was savoring every second.
Brett shifted again, his leg pressing lightly against Shane's thigh. "I'll do you now," Brett said, his voice low and husky, "Just enjoying the feeling."
Shane's breath caught in his throat at the suggestion, his fingers stilling for a moment before he continued, a little slower now, his focus solely on the sensation of Brett's skin under his hands. "Maybe I'm just good with my hands," Shane murmured, his voice shaky but laced with a nervous humor, trying to deflect the intensity of the moment.
Brett chuckled softly, a sound that sent another wave of heat coursing through Shane. "Yeah, maybe," Brett said, but his gaze was locked on Shane's, the air between them thick with unspoken possibilities.
The foot massage wasn't just a foot massage anymore--it was something else entirely, something neither of them seemed willing to name yet, but they both felt it. The tension, the heat, the unspoken attraction simmering just beneath the surface. Shane's fingers brushed over Brett's toes one last time, lingering for a moment as his breath grew heavier, the weight of the moment pressing down on both of them.
Without another hesitation, Shane shifted on the bed, moving his feet. His heart raced as he extended his legs, placing his feet in front of Brett as if testing the boundaries, unsure of how his friend would react.
But Brett didn't hesitate. His hands moved to Shane's feet, grasping them gently, fingers sliding over the tops, brushing against the skin before applying pressure. Brett began to knead Shane's arches with steady, slow strokes, his thumbs digging in just enough to elicit a soft exhale from Shane.
Their hands worked in unison--massaging, caressing, feeling the closeness in every touch. They both seemed to fall into a rhythm, their hands moving in a mirrored dance as they massaged each other's feet, exploring the sensation with a kind of deliberate slowness that neither had expected. A sixty-nine foot massage, as Brett had put it.
Brett's grip on Shane's feet tightened slightly, his fingers sliding toward Shane's toes, pressing into them just like Shane had done to his. The atmosphere had shifted--it wasn't just a massage anymore. There was something unspoken between them, an awareness, a shared energy that pulsed between their bodies.
Shane's fingers squeezing the ball of his foot, feeling the warmth under his touch, while Brett continued to work over Shane's. Each touch felt deeper, more intimate, and the silence between them was heavy, thick with something more than friends, much more that co-workers, and much, much more than casual contact.
They both closed their eyes, giving in to the sensations, letting the intimacy of the moment envelop them. The soft rustle of the bedspread beneath them, their slow, synchronized breaths, the closeness of their bodies, covered in nothing but hotel towels, as they lay there, massaging each other's feet--everything felt heightened.
It was a slow burn, a gradual build-up of tension that neither of them spoke about, but both felt. Their hands continued to move over each other's feet, sensually kneading and caressing, their minds wandering to uncharted territory. The connection between them deepened with each touch, an unspoken bond forming that was undeniable, both comforting and electrifying.
Shane's breath hitched as Brett's fingers glided over his toes, pressing into each one, a shiver running up his leg at the contact. His own hands moved over Brett's feet in return, but his mind was elsewhere now, floating in the strange, intoxicating mix of friendship, curiosity, and something else--a desire he hadn't allowed himself to fully acknowledge.
Brett opened his eyes for a moment, glancing at Shane, watching the way his friend's face softened as he lost himself in the moment. A quiet smile tugged at Brett's lips, but he didn't say anything--he just kept massaging, his hands moving slowly, tenderly, as if savoring every second of this strange, intimate experience they were sharing.
The room was quiet, save for their soft breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric, as they continued this unspoken intimate dance. Neither of them spoke, but words weren't necessary. The way their hands moved over each other's feet, the way their bodies seemed to relax and tense at the same time, the heat that built between them--it all said enough.
Shane's eyes fluttered open briefly, catching Brett's gaze, and for a split second, they just looked at each other. Something passed between them in that look--something both thrilling and terrifying--and then, without a word, they closed their eyes again, their hands still moving, still massaging, still exploring this newfound closeness with a silent understanding that things were changing.
The mood in the room had shifted again, thick with tension, but neither of them acknowledged it aloud. They lay there, Shane's feet resting near Brett's face and Brett's near Shane's, the sexuality and intimacy of their position unmistakable. Their breaths were heavier now, though they still hadn't said much.
Brett shifted slightly, glancing down at Shane with a mischievous grin. He broke the silence, chuckling softly as he let the words slip out. "This is making me fucken horny. Sorry, I just had to say it," He laughed lightly, almost as if it were a joke, but the undertone of truth lingered in his voice.
Shane's heart skipped a beat, his body reacting instantly to the words even though Brett had laughed them off. His throat felt dry, but he didn't try to deny it. Instead, he nodded, a soft exhale escaping him. "Yeah," he said quietly, his voice shaky but honest. "Me too."
There was a brief pause, both of them processing the admission, the tension crackling in the air around them. Their hands still moved lazily over each other's feet, but there was something more deliberate about it now--an awareness of the desire simmering just beneath the surface.
As though the admission from Shane had given him permission, without warning, Brett acted on impulse. He grabbed Shane's foot gently, lifting it a little higher, and before Shane could react, Brett's lips parted, and he took Shane's big toe into his mouth.
Shane's breath deepened, his entire body tensing at the sudden, unexpected sensation. Brett's mouth was warm and soft, his tongue flicking lightly against Shane's skin. Shane's mind raced, caught between shock and excitement, his pulse thundering in his ears. The feeling was electric, sending a jolt of arousal straight through him, and he could barely contain the low groan that escaped his lips. The nerve endings in his groin lit up.
Shane instinctively responded in turn. His eyes were wide, but he was already moving, lifting Brett's foot toward his own face. He didn't think about it--he just acted, driven by a strange, overpowering urge. He mirrored Brett's action, his lips closing around Brett's big toe, sucking gently, savoring the sensation of skin against his tongue and the masculine smell that emanated from them.
The air between them thickened with the weight of the moment. Their bodies tensed and relaxed at the same time, lost in the strange, sensual intimacy they had just crossed into. Shane's heart pounded in his chest, the heat rising inside him as he sucked Brett's toe, his lips grazing over the edges, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin.
Brett let out a low, throaty sound, something between a sigh and a moan, as he continued to suck on Shane's toe, his tongue swirling around it slowly, almost lazily, but with undeniable intent. His grip tightened on Shane's foot, his hand pressing into the arch as he deepened the movement, letting his mouth explore.
Shane's breath was shallow, each exhale shaky as he kept his lips wrapped around Brett's toe, his tongue flicking gently against the underside. The act felt forbidden, but it excited him more than he could ever admit. He could feel Brett's foot twitch in his hands, and the quiet gasps coming from Brett only spurred him on further.
They lay there, bodies tangled in this strange, intense connection, each of them lost in the act of tasting, smelling and exploring each other in a way that was slow, deliberate, and undeniably erotic. There was no rush, no frantic urgency, just a slow burn that built with every passing second.
Shane felt every inch of Brett's foot in his hand, from the curve of his arch to the way his toes curled slightly in response to the touch. He could feel Brett's mouth working over his own toes, the heat of his breath against his skin, and it was driving him crazy in a way he hadn't anticipated.
Neither of them spoke, but the silence was filled with the unspoken acknowledgment that they had crossed a line--one neither of them seemed eager to retreat from. The foot massage had evolved into something far more intimate, and both Shane and Brett were fully immersed in the sensations they were sharing. Shane longed to press his towel-covered crotch up against Brett's, but he hesitated, wondering if it would be a step too far.
Brett's tongue swirled once more around Shane's toe before he pulled back slightly, his lips grazing the skin softly as he whispered, "You good?" His voice was low, husky, filled with a tension that hinted at something more.
Shane, still breathless, nodded slowly, his hands gently massaging Brett's foot as he replied, "Yeah... more than good. Feels amazing."
They exchanged a glance, the unspoken electricity between them almost palpable, before their lips returned to each other's toes, continuing the slow, sensual exploration with an intensity that left both of them yearning for more but content to savor this quiet, simmering moment.
The quiet atmosphere in the room remained charged, the connection between them deepening with each passing moment. The sound of their breathing, shallow and unsteady, filled the space as Brett and Shane continued their slow, sensual exploration of each other's feet. Neither of them rushed, allowing the moment to stretch out, drawn out with intensity.
As Brett's mouth moved over Shane's toe, his mind raced, his thoughts a jumble of curiosity and arousal. There was something about the vulnerability of the moment--the closeness, the intimacy--that made him bold. He wasn't sure why, but something in him felt daring, as if the boundaries between them had softened in a way that felt new, unfamiliar, but strangely freeing.
Breaking the silence, Brett's voice was low, almost a whisper as he pulled back just slightly from Shane's foot. "You... you circumcised?" His question was casual, but his eyes searched Shane's face, almost as if he was testing the waters.
Shane paused for a second, surprised by the question but not at all put off by it. The air was thick, and they were already in uncharted territory. "No," Shane replied, his voice quiet but steady. He took a breath before adding, "You?"
Brett nodded slowly, his fingers still tracing over Shane's foot. "Yeah," he said, his tone thoughtful. "Unfortunately."
Shane chuckled lightly, his breath still shallow, and he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of amusement at the exchange, despite the growing tension. He let his fingers continue to massage Brett's feet and put his toes back into his mouth, though his mind was now swimming with thoughts about the conversation they were having, about the things they were saying that felt so new yet strangely natural.
Brett's voice broke the silence again, more hesitant this time, but still filled with curiosity. "Ever... done anything like this with a guy before?" His gaze lingered on Shane, not with judgment, but with an almost cautious curiosity.
Shane's heart raced at the question, his mind briefly spiraling. But he wasn't offended; if anything, the question felt like part of the dance they were doing--tentative, but growing more honest by the second. He released Brett's toes. They glistened wet, in the light of the room. "Yeah, when I was younger," Shane admitted, not wanting to seem too eager to talk about it, but also realizing that the moment called for honesty. "Nothing serious, though. Just experimenting, y'know? Been curious, I guess."
Brett nodded slowly, his hands tightening slightly around Shane's foot as he processed the words, licking Shane's toes a few times before continuing. "Same," he replied, his voice a little rougher now, as if the topic was making him a bit uncomfortable, but also intrigued. "There was this one time when I was at a party, and, well... it just happened. Nothing big, just, uh, kinda exploring..."
Shane raised an eyebrow at Brett's admission, glancing over at him as he continued the gentle massage. "Exploring, huh?" Shane teased lightly, trying to keep the atmosphere playful. "You sound like you've got some stories."
Brett chuckled softly, his grip on Shane's foot relaxing as he leaned back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he recalled the past. "I mean, nothing too wild. But we did jerk off together" he said, his voice quieter now, almost like he was reflecting. "But yeah... a couple of times. Did it with a couple of guys actually. Always just thought of it as a way to, I dunno, scratch an itch. Never anything that meant much." He shifted slightly, his hand moving absently over Shane's foot as he continued, "Still straight, though." He then slowly kissed Shane's sole.
Shane nodded in understanding, his eyes focused on Brett as he absorbed his words and the sight of him kissing his foot. "Yeah, I get that," Shane said, his voice just above a whisper, but filled with agreement. "Guys have needs, you know?" He let the words linger for a moment, not needing to explain further. He felt Brett's gaze on him, and it was as if they both understood the unspoken truth between them--that this was something more, but still something that didn't need to define who they were. "It's not about being gay or anything... just, um, curious. Just experimenting and getting off, I suppose."
Brett's hands continued to work over Shane's feet, but he let out a quiet sigh, his lips curving into a half-smile as he nodded. "Exactly," he said, his voice slightly rougher now, as if there was a slight edge to the way he was speaking. "Guys are... physical. Doesn't mean anything more than that." He looked at Shane with a raised eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his gaze, though there was still an undeniable undertone of desire between them. "Right?"
Shane returned the look, his expression softening as he leaned back slightly, his hands still massaging Brett's feet but his mind now occupied with their conversation. "Right," he agreed, his voice barely a whisper. There was a strange comfort in that word, in that understanding that they didn't need to label anything--this wasn't about who they were or what they wanted, but simply about the connection they were sharing in that moment. And maybe that was all that mattered.
As they lay there, massaging each other's feet, the conversation slowed down, both of them processing what they had said, what they had admitted to each other. There was a palpable tension between them, thick and electric, but there was no rush. They were savoring this--savoring the closeness, the intimacy, and the strange sense of release that came with letting down their walls, even if just for a moment.
The conversation had shifted, but it wasn't over yet. There was still so much more left unsaid. But for now, they stayed in the quiet, intimate space between them, the warmth of each other's touch, the slow rhythm of their breathing, and the growing awareness of what this moment was becoming.
Brett took Shane's toes into his mouth once more and started sucking each toe, one at a time, with intent as though he had now been given permission to explore his desires without judgement. Shane followed his actions, first pushing his nose between Brett's big toe and second, slightly longer, one. He inhaled deeply, taking in the manly scent. It drove him wild inside, feeling emotions that he had not ever experienced. He took his toes into his mouth and simply enjoyed the taste of his colleague and good friend's feet.
The quiet hum of the room felt more intense now, the air thick with the weight of what was happening between them. Their feet, still locked in a soft, steady rhythm, were the only things touching, licking, sucking, the only things connecting them in such an intimate way. Brett could feel the smoothness of Shane's soles beneath his fingertips, and the delicate pressure of each toe as he gently massaged them. It was simple, yet more intimate than he'd ever felt with another person. There was a new kind of closeness between them.
Brett released Shane's foot from his mouth and he stared at it, his fingers lingering longer on Shane's foot than he expected, tracing each curve of his toes, exploring their contours. He could feel the tension in his own body, building slowly, but he didn't pull back. He wanted to see where this would go, to see if this new, strange comfort would take them further, or if it would stay locked in this moment, just between them.
Shane's breath had become more shallow, and Brett noticed his fingers were now curling gently around the towel that had been draped lazily over his hips. Brett did the same, his hand resting on the edge of his own towel. They weren't making eye contact, but Brett could feel Shane's gaze on him--watching him, yet not speaking.
"Feels good," Brett finally said, his voice low, as he continued to work on Shane's feet. His thumb stroked the arch of Shane's foot, pressing in just enough to feel the muscles relax. Shane's foot twitched slightly, and he shifted on the bed, his own hands now resting lightly on his own towel.
"Yeah... really good," Shane echoed, his voice barely a whisper as he did the same, tracing his fingers gently along Brett's foot. There was a slow rhythm to it now, the pace of their motions mimicking the beat of their racing hearts.
Brett smiled, still not meeting Shane's eyes. "This is nice," he murmured, almost to himself, unsure if he was talking about the foot massage or the quiet space between them. It wasn't just about touch anymore--it was about the trust they were building, the way their bodies were relaxing into each other's presence.
Shane didn't reply at first, but his fingers worked more deliberately now, massaging each of Brett's toes with a careful, tender touch. The feeling was intense, but soft, like something new was starting to take shape between them, though neither of them knew exactly what.
Brett let his head rest back against the pillow, his eyes closing for a moment as the sensation of Shane's hands on his feet filled his senses.
They stayed like that for a while--silent, yet comfortable in the space they had created together. It was intimate without being rushed, the air thick with unspoken thoughts and things they weren't ready to say out loud.
After a long moment, Brett shifted, turning his head to glance at Shane. The look in his eyes was soft, a hint of something unspoken between them. "So..." he began, voice low but steady, "you've never, uh... been with a guy... like this, right?"
Shane met his gaze, and for a moment, it felt as if the question hovered in the air, hanging between them. Shane's hands stopped moving, but he didn't pull away. His fingers rested gently on Brett's feet as he thought about the answer.
"Not like this," Shane said slowly, his voice still low, contemplative. "I mean... I've tried things. But nothing like this." He glanced down, then back up to Brett, his eyes filled with something unreadable. "This is... different."
Brett didn't respond immediately. He just nodded, letting Shane's words sink in. It was different for him too. Not in the way of labels or definitions, but in the way they felt with each other--how natural it seemed, how comfortable their hands and feet had become in each other's space.
After a moment, Brett broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "You ever think about... what it'd be like?" He couldn't help it. The curiosity, the draw between them, had been building for a while, and now it was spilling out.
Shane hesitated, then let out a quiet, almost nervous laugh. "I mean, who doesn't, right?" He wasn't avoiding the question, but he didn't quite answer it either. "It's just... feels like there's more to... the norm."
Brett couldn't help but smile at Shane's words. The tension in the room had shifted, and there was something reassuring about how they were both trying to figure out what this was between them.
"Yeah," Brett agreed softly. "Feels... good, though, doesn't it?" His voice had softened even more, almost as if he was asking for reassurance, as if he needed Shane to confirm that this wasn't just a fleeting moment.
Shane nodded slowly, his touch still lingering, his fingers lightly massaging Brett's foot. "Yeah, it does," he said quietly, his voice steady but with a trace of something more. The pause between them felt like a moment of truth--one that neither of them could deny.
And so, they continued, the sensual foot massage becoming a steady rhythm between them. The lines between comfort, curiosity, and something more blurred, but they stayed in that space, savoring the feeling, letting the conversation and the touch unravel slowly, without rushing into anything. Whatever it was, they weren't quite ready to name it yet. They were content to simply be with each other, for now.
After a long while, Shane stopped and stared at the ceiling, as though contemplating life. He sat up on his elbows and met Brett's gaze. Brett said nothing. They simply looked at each other for a few seconds in silence. Neither knew what the other was thinking, but they could imagine.
Without saying a word, Shane shifted and moved to the top of the bed, joining Brett at the headboard, inches away from him, shoulders touching, their silva coated toes gently touching, caressing. They both seemed unsure, yet the tension between them was undeniable. They had never crossed a line like this before, and now it felt like they were standing at the edge, unsure of what would happen if they took the leap.
Brett cleared his throat, his voice low and tentative. "So... have you ever kissed a guy before?"
Shane hesitated, his eyes meeting Brett's with a certain uncertainty. "No," he said softly, shaking his head. "Never have. You?"
Brett felt a small wave of relief in hearing Shane's honesty, as it mirrored his own experience. "Same," he admitted, his voice just as quiet. "Wanna try? I mean, we're here, right? Just... wondering what it's like."
Shane's eyes lingered on Brett for a moment before he nodded slowly, a hint of curiosity flickering in his gaze. "Yeah, I guess we could try it. Just to see..."
Brett's pulse quickened at the words. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation. Shane moved closer to Brett, and Brett propped himself up on his elbow, his heart racing.
There was a moment of silence, where neither of them moved. The only sound was the soft rustling of the towels around their waists, the intimacy of the situation not lost on either of them. Slowly, Brett leaned forward, just enough to close the gap between them, and he paused for a moment, unsure. His eyes met Shane's, searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt. But Shane's expression was soft, his lips slightly parted, his breath shallow. It was clear that neither of them really knew what would come next, but neither could back away now.
Brett closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips gently to Shane's. It was hesitant at first--tentative, like they were both testing the waters. The kiss was soft, a delicate brush of lips that felt almost like a question. It was new for both of them, unfamiliar and yet somehow natural. The towels between them were a thin barrier, and the heat of their bodies seemed to intensify as they lingered there, just a hair's breadth apart.
Shane's lips parted more, and Brett followed, allowing the kiss to deepen, just enough to feel the warmth of Shane's mouth against his. It wasn't urgent or rushed; it was slow, exploring, savoring the sensation of being so close. Their tongues brushed each other, exploring the sensations. The roughness of light stubble on their faces felt coarse, yet masculine. Brett's hand moved up from the bed, tentatively brushing over Shane's arm. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if both of them were trying to understand what was happening without fully acknowledging it.
Shane mirrored his actions, his fingers brushing across Brett's arm and then over his shoulder and down his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His skin felt cool, soft. The light hair on his chest a contrast to the subtleness of his skin. The kiss grew more natural, less hesitant, as they both settled into it. Brett moved his hand onto the nape of Shane's neck and cradled it gently. The grasp was strong yet tender. The world outside of the room seemed to disappear as they explored this new side of their connection, letting the bewilderment of the moment wash over them.
For a long while, they just kissed--soft and slow, taking it in without needing to rush. It was about the closeness, the vulnerability of sharing this moment. There were no words needed. The quiet intimacy between them was enough to say everything that hadn't yet been said.
Brett moved his leg up and rubbed his inner thigh against the side of Shane's leg as the kiss intensified. Shane could feel his hard cock pressing against him. He had never had any feelings like this towards a man before. He did not understand why that feeling felt so good to him, but he didn't care. Not now. Now was just about the kiss and the closeness with another human being.
Here they were, two guys who had worked side by side together in a professional environment for many years now, almost naked, baring a small white piece of material around their waists, both hard as rocks, in each other's soft embrace, kissing and not caring about anything else. Just being in the moment.
The room was heavy with silence after the kiss. They both lay back on the bed, the tension in the air lingering, but now in a different way--more complex. Brett's chest rose and fell slowly as he stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing but unable to find the words to match what had just happened. Shane did the same, his body still warm beside Brett's, yet both of them felt like strangers, and yet somehow more connected than ever before.
Neither of them knew exactly what they were supposed to say. Conflicting thoughts ran through each other's minds. What was next? Would they take it further? The kiss, the touch, had been something neither had expected, something that both had wanted but never acknowledged. They were straight, weren't they? They had always been straight. But now, in this quiet space between them, it didn't seem so simple. How different would it be if they went further? What about their post-nut clarity? Would they regret how far they had already gone? They emotions and thoughts swirled. But, like with most men, one feeling overrode them all. Horniness. They were both so hard and longed for the sweet release of an orgasm.
Brett shifted slightly, glancing at Shane from the corner of his eye, but Shane's gaze was fixed on the ceiling. The quiet felt heavy, filled with unspoken words and questions neither of them could voice just yet. Both of them were aware of the complexity of the situation, but neither wanted to be the first to break the silence.
"So..." Brett finally started, his voice almost a whisper, but he didn't know how to finish the thought. What was there to say? What could he even ask? It wasn't like he could ask Shane if it was okay, or if it was weird, or... hell, he didn't even know if he had the right to ask.
Shane sighed quietly, but said nothing. He felt it too--the strange mix of curiosity and confusion swirling within him, alongside a new layer of vulnerability. It wasn't like they could just pretend nothing had happened. But what did it all mean? And why did it feel like it was somehow... okay?
A few moments passed, stretching into what felt like an eternity. The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound filling the room, and neither of them spoke. Brett's heart was still racing, the sensation of Shane's lips still fresh on his mind. But there was a part of him--no matter how hard he tried to ignore it--that felt almost... content.
Shane glanced at Brett out of the corner of his eye, and then quickly away. His lips tingled from the kiss, and for a moment, he wondered if Brett was feeling the same rush of confusion and excitement. Was he regretting it? Had it changed things between them?
Brett moved his hand and placed it on his towel, slowly beginning to massage his large bulge through the top of the soft fabric of the towel, confirming what Shane was thinking.
Neither of them spoke again. They just lay there, side by side, their towels the only thing separating them, and yet in that quiet, they felt closer than they ever had before. They were still figuring this out, still processing everything, but neither of them seemed eager to hurry it along. Thoughts of what it would mean if they did anything more swirled around both of their heads.
Brett glanced down and could see the hard bulge under Shane's small white towel.
"You're just as hard as me," smiled Brett, his hand moving the towel slightly, back and forth methodically.
Shane glanced down, as though the statement had now given him permission to look. The large outline of Brett's cock under the towel looked amazing.
"Jeez, you're big," chuckled Shane, unsure of how to proceed.
Brett laughed and asked without hesitation, "Wanna see it?"
"Yeah," Shane immediately responded.
"Can I see yours, too?"
Shane dropped his hand and undid his towel that was loosely attached to his waist, flipping it to the side and revealing his hard, uncircumcised cock to his colleague. Brett sat up slightly and stared at it, while undoing his towel and opening himself up to Shane.
Shane looked at what had just been revealed to him with excitement rushing through his veins. It was about a half inch longer than his own throbbing cock, with a large head and was accompanied by a set of low hanging balls that hung down between Brett's inner thighs. The hard veiny shaft that ran down to a neatly manscaped black bush of pubic hair bounced twice in excitement at another man looking at it so intently. There was a glistening wet patch of pre-cum at the tip of the head.
Shane could smell the pre-cum emanating from it.
Brett moved his hand and took the base of his own cock in his hand, slowly fondled his balls while moving his cock around, as if to show it off in all it's glory, all while staring intently at Shane's cock. The handsome manly hand wrapped around the base of the shaft sent Shane's senses into overdrive. His cock bounced twice in response.
"My god, Brett. You're really big."
"I've always wondered what it would feel like to have a foreskin. But my folks chopped me when I was born." he said.
Shane smiled, "Yeah, I was lucky to dodge that, I suppose. You have a big head too. I'm sure the girls must love it."
"Yeah," smiled Brett, moving his hand up the shaft and smearing the pre-cum around the tip.
"You've got a really nice looking dick. Play with it."
Shane took his own penis in his hand and started to move it up and down, slowly. His own pre-cum gathering inside the tip of his foreskin.
"I'm horny as fuck," said Brett, "No way I'm gonna be able to sleep like this without cumming."
"Yeah, me neither."
"Should we jerk off?"
"Yes," said Shane, without any hesitation.
They shifted and got comfortable against the headboard, lying close to each other, their feet touching, as though that was a boundary that had been crossed now and was no longer something that was in question. They could feel the warmth of each other through their shoulders and upper arms that were pressed up against each other.
They began jerking off their own cocks. Their eyes seemed to be locked on what the other was doing. Brett gently rubbed his foot against Shane's, needing the physical connection while thy pleasured themselves.
"Can you smell our dicks?" Asked Brett.
"Yeah," said Shane, taking in the smell of pre-cum and manly scents. The room smelled like sex, even though they were just jerking off.
Shane desperately wanted to lean over and take Brett's penis in his hand, but even with everything that had happened so far, he felt restricted... tentative. As though he might be judged in a negative light. He had been straight for so long and the social norms that he was used to seemed to still weigh heavily on him. He knew it was irrational to think like that, after what they had already done, and that if he did lean over and take Brett's cock, Brett would probably reciprocate the action. But his mental barriers would not allow the fantasy to become reality. Not yet. So he just watched, loving that he was in this man's presence, naked and jerking off together. It was more than he could have hoped for. He thought about how Brett's feet had tasted and longed to taste his cock. His pre-cum. His cum. He desperately wanted to ask. The thought drove him wild. He imagined how that large head would feel in his mouth. The soft skin... his lips moulding to the shape of the ridge of Brett's large cock head.
Brett looked over at him and their eyes locked for a moment. It seemed that he was about to ask something. Like he was on the verge. On the edge, ready to jump. But before he did, it was too late. The look of Brett's focus, the deep look of longing and lust in his eyes sent Shane over the top. The build up to this second had been too much. He felt the moment of no return arrive. His body shivered in anticipation of the incoming climax. Brett noticed this immediately and started to jerk his cock faster, hastening his own release, not wanting to be left alone in his erotic state.
And then it happened. In unison, their cocks exploded, sending cum shooting out of the tips of their throbbing penises, coating each of their stomach and chest with the warm and sticky substance. Shane couldn't tear his eyes away and watched Brett be engulfed by the intensity of his explosion. As it overwhelmed him, Brett closed his eyes. He squirmed and moaned as he climaxed, curling his toes and squeezing his cock as he slowed his hand movement. His other hand ran over his chest, smearing some of the cum into his light chest hair.
The first squirt from Brett's penis shot out with force and Shane felt a warm drop of cum land on his shoulder. While still in the shudders of his own excitement and ecstasy, he used his free hand and scooped up the drop onto his fingertip, aroused to have a drop of another man's cum on his body. After looking at the clear substance on his fingertip, he instinctively put his finger to his mouth and licked the cum off. He felt slightly embarrassed at the action, but Brett did not see what he had just done. He was too involved in his own moment, eyes still tightly shut as though he had no control over them. Shane had just tasted his colleagues cum and the thought of it made the final few involuntary body convulsions even more erotic and pleasurable.
The moment passed and both men lay next to each other spent, sweaty and covered in their own cum.
"Fuck me," said Brett finally, after the heavy panting had subsided, letting out a labored laugh.
"Yeah, that was pretty fucken intense," laughed Shane, releasing his softening cock from his hand and allowing it to rest in the puddle of cum on his stomach.
Brett used his towel and wiped up the mess he had made on himself and got under the covers. Shane did the same.
They turned off the bedside lamps and lay there in silence, in close proximity, naked under the covers together, both contemplating what had just happened.
Shane wondered if that was the last time anything like this would ever happen between them. When would an opportunity like this ever arise again? Did he just miss an opportunity of more with the man lying next to him? Why did he not initiate something more? He knew he had wanted more. But now, as they lay there, the doubts started to arise.
Then Brett spoke. "You give a good foot massage."
"You too," said Shane back.
"Maybe you can give me another one tomorrow morning."
"I'd like that. But only if you give me one too," Shane said.
"Obviously," said Brett, moving his foot and softly touching it against Shane's.
Shane smiled and returned the gesture. Maybe this wasn't the last time. Maybe things were only getting started. He could only hope and vowed to try be more assertive next time.
"Good night," said Brett.
"Good night. Sleep well."
"I definitely will."
Brett moved over and placed a small kiss on Shane's cheek, before rolling over and facing away from him. Shane smiled. He thought of spooning Brett, but his anxiety of what putting his naked body against Brett's that might mean stopped him.
Brett lay there, eyes open in the dark, wondering if Shane would move closer to him. But he did not. Things felt weird for both men. Slightly awkward, but not uncomfortable.
With confused and conflicting thoughts swirling through their heads, both men began drifting off to sleep, sexually satisfied for now, but wondering what tomorrow would bring.
-The End-
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