Getting Down to Business

“Picture This, Part One”

I woke up to lots of pleasant sensations. The luxurious hotel sheets felt fantastic against my naked body. What also felt fantastic was Chad pressing his own naked body against my back. I could feel his penis touching my bare asscheek and his pubic hair gently rasping the small of my back.

“Good morning,” he said, seeing my eyes flicker open.

“Good morning to you too.”

“Roll onto your stomach,” he said. “For your first birthday present of the day, I’m going to give you one of my patented back massages.”

“Nice,” I said, getting into position. He did give really great massages. 

Chad straddled me once I was face-down and took a tube of lotion from the nightstand. He must have put it there the night before. He squeezed a line of it across my shoulders and began to work it in firmly but gently. His penis settled into the valley between my buttocks as he worked.

We were taking a long weekend at a very upscale boutique hotel in the foothills about an hour from home to celebrate my birthday weekend. We were coworkers and frequent fuck buddies, but kept our extracurriculars private. We didn’t really need workmates gossiping about us, so we’d gotten out of town to spend some quality time together. We’d arrived the previous evening and I think we’d somewhat scandalized the older woman working the check-in desk when she saw we had a reservation for a one king bed room. But she handed the key over and we came up to the elegant room before collapsing in bed, exhausted from a long week. We fell asleep while spooning and I don’t think either of us stirred all night.

“That feels amazing,” I told Chad as he kneaded my neck muscles. 

“That’s just for starters,” he told me. “Now roll onto your back.”

I saw the mischievous glint in his eye as I turned over, wondering what he was up to. He pushed the top sheet down to the base of the mattress and settled on top of me again, this time over my knees. He squeezed another glob of the lotion into his palm, then began to smear it up the underside of my cock before working the silky substance around the entire circumference of my shaft. My member began to plump from the warmth of his touch and the lubrication of the lotion. I reached down to begin to help him grease me up, but he pushed my hand away.

“Lie back,” he said. “I’m doing all the work.”

He continued to apply the lotion, lightly coating my balls and making sure my dick was covered from base to tip all the way around. Then he wrapped his right hand around my tool and began to masturbate me, using long, firm strokes up the entire length while gently tickling my testicles with his left hand. I was stiff as a board by now, excited by his idea of a wake-up call. 

He worked into a wonderful rhythm. He’d certainly seen me jack off enough times to know the pattern I followed – several full strokes followed by a series of shorter strokes focusing on the head and frenulum, then repeat. Every few sets, I would squeeze a drop of precum on my thumb and incorporate it into the lube for some extra slickness. Chad did the same now and carefully watched my reaction, slowing his roll when it seemed I might reach climax. He pleasured me like this for several minutes, then began to apply a little more pressure on his strokes and slipped one finger down my taint to gently tease my pucker. After a couple of minutes of that, all systems were go for launch. My breathing quickened and the first jet of cum arced through the air to splatter on my chest, a few drops clinging to the dusting of auburn hair between my pecs. Four more spurts of my jizz followed, wetting my belly and matting in my bush. 

“That was fucking amazing,” I said as my heart rate began to come back down.

“I could tell you liked it,” he smirked. Then he traced a finger through a puddle of my semen. “You need a shower. You’re a dirty boy.” With that, he swung his legs over the side to the bed and went to the bathroom, giving me a great view of his smooth, perfect bubble butt flexing as he walked. A couple of minutes later, I heard the shower start. I dragged myself out of the bed and opened the closet. I checked in my suitcase and pulled out the backpack I had placed on top. I unzipped it and took a look at the collection of props for what I had planned later in the evening. I put it back in the suitcase and smiled in anticipation, then went into the bathroom as well. I quickly brushed my teeth, then opened the door to the huge walk-in shower and stepped in behind Chad, who was rinsing shampoo out of his hair. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled against his neck.

“That’s one way to kick-start the day,” I said. He turned and put his arms around my neck, while I held him around the waist. He was just about the most attractive man I could imagine, with his close-cropped black hair, ocean-blue eyes, perfect paper-white teeth, and fine features with just a hint of dark stubble beginning to show. Things didn’t get any worse when you traveled down, either. He had a trim runner’s build with patches of just enough black hair under his arms and running from his belly button into his bush. A few weeks ago, we had both trimmed back our pubes, so he had a nice dark triangle of hair sitting above a beautifully-shaped penis. It was average size, but had a smooth, creamy shaft and perfect helmet head nestled over full, shaved balls. He was about a half-inch taller than me at just under six feet, so when we held each other, our cocks pressed together. I leaned in to kiss him and his lips parted eagerly. I slid my tongue between his teeth and met his own there. We shared a long, open-mouthed kiss with our tongues exploring everywhere they could reach.

Even after the massive orgasm I’d just had, my hormones were still running high. I needed to taste more of him, so I dropped to my knees to handle his dick. It was already beginning to swell as I took it in my mouth. I worked my way down his shaft with my lips as he came to his full erection at just under six inches. He was fairly thick, but I could get almost all of him in my mouth without triggering my gag reflex. I began to suck him, bobbing back and forth on his cock and letting my tongue bathe every millimeter of him. Just as he knew what got me off, I knew how to rock his world. I continued working the lower part of his shaft with my hand while I pulled my mouth back to concentrate on his head and the sensitive nerve bundle just underneath. I also gave considerable attention to his piss slit, working the meatus with my tongue, which I knew drove him wild. I treated his dick like a lollipop for several minutes, enjoying the smoothness of his skin, the sponginess of his helmet head, and the clean taste of him. 

Soon his hips began to pump and I knew he was close. Chad was a sperm launcher in the first degree and I wanted to get all of it in my mouth. I gobbled his cock down as close to the base as I could get and formed a tight seal with my lips. I grabbed one perfect globe of his ass with each hand and pulled him to me as I continued to work the underside of his dick with my tongue. After a moment, he put both hands on top of my head and held on as he began to unload down my throat. I started swallowing and focused on keeping my lips firmly in place. Rope after rope of his hot cum made their way down my gullet as he gave me a nice glass of fresh-squeezed ball juice for breakfast. Finally, he was empty and I knew I had succeeded in not wasting a drop of his essence. He sank to the floor of the shower beside me. Spent, we both sat there for a few minutes and let the hot water just wash over us. 

* * * *

Our plan for the day was to explore the little tourist town around the hotel. We dressed, then went down through the lobby to head out. The check-in agent from the night before was back on duty and she gave us a tentative little wave as we left. 

“I think we gave her some stress last night,” Chad laughed. “They must not get a lot of all-male retreats here.”

“Wonder what she’d say if she knew I had your fat load in my stomach?”  

“She’d probably try to get us to church to get our demons cast out.”

We giggled a little as we walked the streets full of overpriced shops and cafes. It was a crisp mid-winter day, but the sun was shining brightly and taking the edge off the cold. It felt comfortable just being with Chad and I valued the relationship we had developed. We were really the epitome of friends with benefits; we could hang out together and also explore our physical, fantasies, and sexual secrets and there was no messy emotional bullshit. 

At least that’s what I told myself.

We were both tops, but early in our friendship we had taken turns bottoming for each other. It wasn’t a favorite for either of us, but Chad had solved that problem by finding Rob, a younger guy who was a total pig bottom that he met in a cruisy bar. Soon we fell into a pattern of booty-calling Rob a couple of times a month. He would come over to one of our places and within minutes, Chad and I would be sharing his cunt and befouling him every way we could think of. Rob responded by begging for more – harder, faster, dirtier. Rob took care of our need to fuck, so Chad and I could enjoy oral, masturbation, water sports, and whatever other fantasies or taboos came to mind with each other.

We spent most of the afternoon poking around in stores and galleries. Chad was a fan of local original art, so he bought a small painting of a mountain landscape and arranged to have it shipped so he didn’t have to carry it around. He also bought a couple of citrus candles. I found a new ceramic spoon rest for my kitchen in a colorful southwestern pattern and bought a bottle of sauvignon blanc made at a nearby winery. 

Soon the winter sun was fading and shadows were falling over the streets. We headed back to the hotel to get ready for dinner at an elegant farm-to-table restaurant nearby. I always enjoyed watching Chad getting dressed. Maybe not as much as watching him get undressed, but still. He was a bit of a clotheshorse and some of that had rubbed off on me. I liked seeing what he picked out and how he put things together. He came across as a pretty conservative guy but there was always a pop of something a little unexpected. Tonight, he wore some gray Hugo Boss slacks with a slight pinstripe and topped it with a beautiful medium blue Zegna dress shirt with a tiny check pattern. He slid on some impeccable Prada shoes (if you want to know whether a guy has his life together, check out his shoes) and added a very blingy gold watch that set off the more staid clothes. He looked sweeter than a donut and I wanted to jump him right then. But I restrained myself by thinking about the scheme I had in mind for after dinner. He would be coming out of those fancy threads, but in a special way.

* * * *

Dinner was spectacular. We had cocktails and a bottle of wine, along with venison loin paired with a cornucopia of local vegetables. I’m not usually that into desserts, but I couldn’t resist their offering of a mango-raspberry clafoutis. We lingered over a final glass of prosecco before wandering back to our room. We were both buzzing a little and giving each other sly looks, knowing that play time was coming. Chad just didn’t know exactly what kind of play I was planning.

* * * *

Once we were back in the room, Chad lit the new candles while I corkscrewed open the bottle of wine. I poured a couple of glasses and we sipped it as we stood at the window looking out at the view of the town lights across a courtyard. 

“Did you have a good birthday?” he asked me.

“A great one.” I leaned in to lick his jawline up to his ear. “There’s only one more thing I want,” I whispered.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“You know how Carol at work is always saying you should be a model?”

He blushed a little. “She’s such a cougar.”

“Yeah, she spends more time looking at your ass than I do. But… It got me thinking.” I put my wine glass down on a side table and pulled my iPhone out of the pocket of my slacks. “Maybe you could do a little private modeling session. Just for me… just for us,” I amended. 

I had no idea how Chad was going to react. He was pretty reserved and private most of the time. He definitely had a wild and slightly kinky side and it made me feel special and trusted that he shared it with me, but most of the time he was Mr. Buttoned-Up. 

He looked at me for a minute, then a small smile formed. “I guess the birthday boy gets whatever he wants,” he finally said. 

Coming soon… Part Two with the photo session and an unexpected first-time experience.