Next morning, I stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around my waist after a shower, and brushed my teeth.
My body looked good, if not as beefy and swaggering as Brock’s. As a former jock turned private trainer, I do what I must and it pays off -- 6 feet tall, 200 pounds of well-proportioned muscle, but neither bodybuilder huge nor ripped to shreds. A little dark hair on my chest, abs, and legs. Better than an ordinary aging jock, I guess, and I always get plenty of attention from guys.
I dressed and went down to the breakfast buffet. Everywhere I went, hot man after hot man. On the elevator, in the lobby, eating breakfast… It was business, but the business was beautiful bodies, and these people were showing them.
It was the best of both worlds for me. I got to talk shop with smart folks while also enjoying all varieties of eye candy. Most gave off zero hookup vibes, especially this early in the morning. But damn, it was nice to look at some of Mother Nature’s finest examples of healthy living.
“What’s on your agenda this morning?” a sweet-faced young guy asked me, sitting next to me with his coffee and breakfast of chicken sausage, scrambled egg whites, and dry wheat toast.
“Breakfast of Champions,” I said with a gesture, but I don’t think he got the reference. “Me? I’m going to the keynote after breakfast, curious to see what Brock Langley has to say.”
“Yeah, that’s right, he’s the big one today. Might as well start off with a bang, right?”
I smiled to myself and sipped my coffee… If you only knew, kid…
“I’m Trevor,” he said, extending a hand and looking right into my eyes with a smile that was nothing more than eager nervousness of a young man at a professional event. Or so I thought.
He wore a snug black, nylon polo shirt and looked like a guy who could get buff just walking into a gym, like he was sporting a six-pack without ever once performing a crunch. Sweet kid. Hot, too. Couldn’t wait to get a look at his dumper, but for now, this face-to-face was nice.
“Trey,” I said. “Helluva physique on you, Trevor.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you. I try,” Trevor said, glancing at my body and squeezing my hard, round bicep. “You take good care of yourself, too, obviously. You look like you played ball.”
“D-1 wide receiver,” I said. “But that was a long time ago. Gotta look the part to get the right clients, so… it’s all good.”
“Yes, Sir,” Trevor said. “I can see that.”
We sat together in the banquet hall for Brock’s presentation, and I heard Trevor mutter, “Damn, look at him” under his breath. Was he even aware he had spoken the thought out loud?
Brock paced the stage wearing tight jeans, a T-shirt, and a sharp, blue blazer that covered his bubble butt. Maybe that’s why I’d never noticed before… or he was always sitting when we’d met in the past.
Brock was a charismatic speaker, animated and charming, but also full of first-class business insights, the crowd scribbling notes furiously and holding up phones to record the big man.
Trevor started squirming in his seat and letting out the softest of moans. This kid was getting turned out and didn’t seem to know he was letting me see it. Maybe he just didn’t care.
As Brock continued, he removed the jacket, and turned around to put it on the podium, briefly showing us those cakes. Even from this far away, his glutes were galactic. He wasn’t peacocking. He was just a fucking hot man on a stage. A fucking hot man I had already fucked and hoped to again.
“He’s awesome,” Trevor said after Brock finished, and I could swear he practically licked his lips. “Sure would like to meet him.”
“Let’s go. I know him.”
When I introduced them during the break before the next speaker, Brock greeted me like and old golf buddy and played it cool with the newcomer. He shook Trevor’s hand and gave him the all-business “nice to meet you, have a great conference,” before turning to me. “I’ve got to go talk shop with a couple of vendors, and my right-hand man should be arriving any minute. Derek. You’ll like him,” he said, patting me on the shoulder and holding my glance for just a beat.
“Go,” I said, “Catch you later.”
“Nice to meet you,” Brock said to Trevor, who had to pick his jaw off the floor to say, “You, too, Sir.”
Brock turned to walk away quickly, and I caught Trevor checking out his ass, his eyes widening.
“Wow,” he said to me. “Thank you for introducing me.”
“My pleasure,” I said. “He’s an impressive man, isn’t he?”
“For sure,” Trevor said, squirming in his shorts and adjusting his package, then looking at mine. “Looks like you like him, too.”
I laughed and said, “Sure. Who wouldn’t?”
“You know,” he said, leaning in close and whispering. “I think we have time before the next session.”
“Time for what?”
“Like, release some tension,” he said. “Come on.”
He led the way to the elevator, my eyes glued to the ass in his Lulu shorts – perfectly round and meaty, like Brock’s but smaller and higher up. Thick thighs lined with striations, bulging calves. Trevor did not disappoint from this angle.
We got to his room and started kissing. He pulled his shirt over his head. Damn, what a tight body. Like a college gymnast on steroids. I squeezed his big, beefy pecs and ran my hands down his back to that ass when he dropped to his knees and pulled my sweatpants down to my ankles.
My dick was already hard, and in no time, he was working it expertly with his hands, lips and mouth, eager and skilled. Trevor couldn’t quite get me down his throat, but that was fine since we were in a hurry anyway. Or, he was, at least. I would’ve rather stayed in his room and fucked than hurry back down to the next speech, but he was eager to learn all he could.
In the spirit of a mentor, I held his head in my hands and told him to wrap his lips around his teeth if he wanted to get me off. He did. And I fucked that sweet face fast and hard and let myself pop on his tongue as soon as possible. He swallowed it down and jacked himself off on the carpet, then hopped up to his feet, putting his shirt back on, and saying, “Wow. I needed that. Got worked up, I guess!”
“Any time,” I said, and an image flashed in my mind’s eye of me fucking Trevor on his knees while he sucked Brock’s cock in front of him, me and Brock making out over him.
Too bad Brock hadn’t seemed into him.
I smacked his firm ass once, and we headed back downstairs.
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