This story is fiction and is not meant to imply anything about the true sexuality of Matt Lauer.
TASTING MATT LAUER
I'd seen him on tv a lot, in the morning, when I was getting dressed. He looked good, but I didn't pay him much mind. I was too busy trying to get out of the house in time to get in a workout before my workday began.
I'm 28, my name's Mike, and I work in banking on Park Avenue in the 50's. I have black hair and black eyes, a workout body, and a taste for guys as well as for the ladies. I don't go in for it too much, but when it comes my way, I'm ready for the smell and taste of another dude.
That morning when it happened I was running late. My alarm hadn't gone off and when I awoke it was already 8 o'clock. Hell, I wanted to get a workout in. The next day I was leaving for a business trip out to Chicago and I knew there wouldn't be much chance of exercising for the next few days.
Well, why not go to work late? I could stay late if I had to, didn't need much time to pack when I got home. I decided to hit the gym before getting into the office, and called my secretary to let her know I'd be late.
I took the subway down Lexington Avenue, dressed in my workout clothes, my suit rolled up in my gym bag over one arm, carrying a balance bar and a cup of coffee in my other hand. It was April, already warm in New York, already hot in the subway. I guess I got to the gym around 8:45.
Five minutes later I was already on the stairmaster, getting warmed up for my workout. There was the end of the Today Show on one of the tvs. Damn, that Matt guy looked good, standing out with the crowd in front of Rockefeller Center. He was wearing a black suit that made his body look real good. I liked when he turned around to talk to the audience. You could almost see the outline of his butt through the jacket.
I got off the stairmaster and headed for the weights, working my arms, my chest, my back. It felt good. I went over to the stretching room and had a good stretch. My body ached a little. It had been a tough workout.
What the hell, I might as well hit the sauna before I got to work. That would make my sore body feel good. I went down to the locker room, now deserted. Everyone else had rushed off to work. It was nice to have the place to myself for once.
But not all to myself. On the other side of the room was another dude, his back to me, stripping off his suit. Seemed odd that someone would be getting out of work at this hour of the morning. I enjoyed the sight of his butt, pretty muscular, with a fine tracing of black hair headed from the backs of his thighs to his butt crack. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed downstairs to the shower. A minute later, so did I.
The shower was running when I got downstairs, and as I passed it I saw two big, masculine feet under the shower curtain. Maybe he's a troll, I thought, but maybe not. I put it out of my mind and went to rinse off, myself. Then I got out of the shower and walked down the hall to the sauna. It was good and hot.
A minute later I heard the shower shut off. Then the sound of flip-flops coming down the corridor. Well, now I'll find out who this guy is. I thought of that butt I'd seen upstairs and my cock tingled a bit. I decided to unwrap the towel from my waist. See what would happen.
The sauna opened.
"Hey", he said, casually.
"Hey", I replied. I didn't even really look up. Wanted to play it cool. He sat down on the opposite bench. A little ways down, but still in my line of sight. I gave it a few minutes. Then I glanced over.
Nice.
Good looking body, well-muscled, dark hair over the chest. I went back to examining my knuckles. A few minutes later, looked again. Nice treasure trail. Nice dick, too. Real nice. Fat, cut. My dick stirred a bit.
Give it another few minutes.
Good looking, too. And hey--that face.
It was Matt.
Was it? I thought about it, guessed it made sense. The gym was just a few blocks from the studio, the nicest one in the area. It was well after 9. It figured he'd come here, and around this time.
I looked again. We made eye contact. Smiled.
A few minutes went by. I looked up again. So did he. The eye contact did it for me. My dick started to swell a little.
My eyes went down to my knuckles. Damn. You know how sometimes you just can't get your dick to go down. This was one of those times. I looked up again. Matt had noticed. He grinned a little. And then he spread his own thighs, and casually rolled his left hand down the length of his cock. I saw the wedding ring. Pretty hot stuff. I gave up all pretense of hiding my boner and it sprang up, totally hard. Matt grinned some more.
I headed over to him. I put my hand on his dick. It was leaking pre-cum. I stroked it a little. It felt pretty good. I played with his piss slit.
"Stand up", I said.
"You got it."
He stood in front of me, his dick now at eye level. But I had something else in mind. I put my hands on his hips and turned him around.
There was that ass I'd seen upstairs. Wow. I bent forward, one hand stroking my cock, the other caressing his hairy ass cheeks. I leaned into the crack, and inhaled.
Oh yeah. Maybe he'd showered but there was still that hot aroma of sweat. Mmm. I began to tongue his ass cheeks. He moaned.
Well, no time like the present, I figured. I parted his cheeks, and there it was. My favorite part of the male anatomy. His butthole. Pink. Tight. I dove in. He moaned some more. One hand still on my own hard dick, I reached around and started to caress his. It was totally solid. I played with the wet head while my tongue checked out his asshole. He buckled and pushed my hand away.
"I want this to last", he said.
I dove in even more. Man, this was hot. He tasted totally masculine, his aroma was all-male. I pushed my tongue in further, till it was as far as it could go. I could scarcely breathe, but I was in heaven. Tasting Matt Lauer's ass. Breathing in his scent.
Then we both shot.
"Oh, man", he said. He collapsed on the sauna bench. We looked into each other's eyes, and smiled.
I reached down to his cock. I stroked the head a bit.
He winced. "Sorry--still too sensitive."
But I'd gotten what I wanted. A pearl of cum. I lifted my finger to my mouth and licked it off.
"Hot", he said. Then he leaned toward me and kissed me.