The following is a work of fiction that depicts sexual acts between male adults. It is intended for an audience of 18 years or older. Comments welcome, please enjoy.
================================================================== Training Week: Day 1 (written by Fireboy) ==================================================================
I looked around the sweltering baggage claim area for a clock, and found one over the shuttered customer service desk: it was after 1am already. I was supposed to meet a new junior sales training coordinator here at this spot in Charlotte airport so that we could share a taxi to the hotel. I could see on the arrivals board that his flight from Dallas had been on time. But he was not.
I tugged uncomfortably at my suit collar and looked at the clock again. Another 5 minutes had ticked by. This was not off to a good start. I'd heard that this new guy (his name was Daniel, I think?) was a promising and skilled young salesman. So while he was helping me run sales training in Charlotte this week, I was also supposed to be evaluating him and, if all went well, promoting him to become a regional team lead. ("You'll like him, I promise", Kathy had said.)
But now he was forcing me to spend more precious minutes in this hot, wrinkled suit, and that was bad. I wanted to get out of it, I wanted to get into the taxi, I wanted to go to bed. I did not want to wait for a newbie to figure out how to find a baggage claim.
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Mr. Stevens?"
I turned. The first thing I noticed about him, other than that he was panting from the jog through the terminal to get here, was that he obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. He was wearing a cheap, ill-fitting suit through which I could see that he had broad shoulders, bulging arms that barely fit into their sleeves, and a thick, muscular neck. Topping this was a gentle, worried-looking face with striking gray eyes, smooth bronze skin, and long, graceful eyelashes. Oh god, those eyelashes. (It's funny how the littlest things can stick in your memory.) He couldn't have been more than 23.
"Jim is fine. You must be Daniel." I extended my arm to shake hands and tried to make a smile. Daniel's face exploded into an adorably goofy big smile and he grabbed my hand, too hard, and pumped it enthusiastically.
"Yes! I'm Daniel! Well, Danny. Danny is fine. Call me Danny." He continued to shake my hand as he talked, which I found awkward but cute. "Sorry I'm so late. I was at the back of the plane. There were a lot of people. It won't happen again."
"It's not a problem. Nice to meet you, Danny," I said, finally wrenching my hand free. "Can we get the hell out of here? Grab your bag and let's go."
Danny nodded vigorously, the worried look returning. He scanned the pile of luggage, and as he did so I could swear that he even had his tongue stuck out to the side just a tiny bit, in stern concentration. After a minute of scanning he suddenly bounded over the pile and claimed an old olive green duffel bag.
This was going to be a long week.
Danny stared at the ceiling in the hotel lobby while I checked us in and got our rooms. I filled out the guest form and tried not to think about my 6am setup appointment, just 4 hours from now.
"Okay you're all set, Mr. Stevens. Here are your key-cards, room 204. It's just upstairs."
"Thanks. And what about the other room for my colleague here?" I looked at the receptionist, who returned a blank stare.
"Other room? Your company's travel coordinator booked this room for two employees through Friday morning. There's no second reservation, I'm afraid, and unfortunately we're booked solid this week." She glanced at Danny behind me, who continued to seem fascinated by the lobby chandelier. She looked back at me apologetically, shrugging.
"Kathy, oh Kathy," I said. "You will suffer for this. There's two beds, at least?"
The receptionist laughed. "Yes, of course sir. Enjoy your stay."
"Alright." I turned around and held out the key-card. "C'mon, Danny, here's your room key. Looks like you're bunking with me for the week." He smiled his goofy smile again and took the key from my hand, brushing my fingers just the tiniest bit unnecessarily as he did so (weird). Then he turned and hopped up the lobby stairs, taking them two at a time. I almost expected him to shout "Slumber Party!!!" as he headed for the room.
I sighed.
I laid out my clothes for the morning and unpacked my suitcase on the bed by the window. Danny had already emptied his huge army duffel out onto the other bed and had disappeared into the bathroom. As I was pulling out my toothbrush I heard the shower turn on.
So Danny was a bath hog. Great.
Not having expected Kathy to betray me on hotel room logistics, I hadn't brought anything like bedclothes that would have been polite to wear in a shared room. Normally I just drop my clothes at the door and stay naked in the privacy of my hotel room. But regardless of politeness, it was just too hot and humid to wear these clothes a second longer.
Oh well.
I stripped down to my boxers and tried to think of something to do while waiting for Danny to get out of the bathroom. But as I turned I noticed that he'd left the door wide open. I was way too tired to think further about it, so I just grabbed my toothbrush and went in to the sink.
He was standing under the steaming shower water behind one of those "european style" clear glass half-walls that newer hotels had instead of a shower curtain. I tried not to look (sort of) but with all the mirrors in the place, it was hard not to see. And at what I saw, it was hard not to stare.
Danny was shampooing his hair. I watched as the sudsy soap bubbles ran down over his closed eyes, down past his sharp chin and that muscular neck, landing on his smooth, bulging chest. From there they continued along Danny's implausibly perfect six-pack abs which channeled the water into a faint trail of fur leading down from his navel.
His cock was thick and smooth, with what looked like a pretty large head peeking out of his uncut foreskin. Even soft I could tell that he had a very nice package between those thick, defined thighs. And I could feel myself getting a little bit hard watching his amazing body gleaming in the water and steam.
Perhaps this shared room situation was not so bad.
I looked up and realized that I was locking eyes with Danny, who had rinsed his face, opened his eyes, and was now staring right back at me with a grin. I looked away quickly--- or tried to, but there was just another mirror, and another view of Danny's naked, muscular form. I looked down at my toothbrush and tried to think something coherent about it.
"It's okay," he said, "I'm not shy! I have four brothers." Then he turned around to rinse his chest, giving me a clear view of his perfect, bronzed round ass behind his slim waste and flexing back muscles.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "Lost my train of thought. I'm very tired. Anyway you have a very nice body, obviously. You must work hard on it. Your girlfriend must appreciate all your..." I looked up at him again. "Effort."
Danny finished rinsing and turned off the water. He reached past me as I stood at the sink, grabbing a towel from the rack behind me and not quite pressing his broad, soaking wet chest against my naked back.
"Thanks! But I'm between girlfriends at the moment," he said cheerfully. He wrapped the towel around himself. "I was hoping to go out some nights this week and hit the local bars. You've been to Charlotte before, haven't you? Are there any good places to meet the ladies?"
I chuckled, finally remembering how to squeeze a toothpaste tube. "Well first of all, nobody calls them 'the ladies', Danny." He grinned and blushed at that, looking at the floor. "And yes, I've been here before. There's not a lot going on, so I wouldn't have high hopes for meeting girls here."
He looked a bit disappointed as he toweled off, so I quickly added, "Look, with our training schedule this week, tomorrow is going to be your best bet. There's a decent cocktail bar two blocks from here that does a karaoke night on Tuesdays. There are girls your age that go to that, and they'll love a cute boy who sings loud and silly. You said you're not shy, right?"
Danny perked up at this. "That sounds like fun! I can't sing for shit, but I can certainly drink." He dropped the towel on the floor, giving me one last look at his smooth ass before he slid into bed.
"Perfect," I said. "Good night."