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The following story is inspired by an amalgamation of experiences I had during several business trips. Most took place in Chicago, but some come from several other trips to various cities across the country.
Some characters are composites, but I thought it would make a more entertaining narrative rather than just emptying my memory banks. I hope you find it worth your time.
The story depicts sexual situations between men and older teens. Please move on if you are not permitted to access such material or find it distasteful.
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Thank you to Kevin Sting, author of The Roommate Problem, for his encouragement.
Business Trip Friends
By Quentin ail)
Chapter Twelve
To say that heads turned as Luke, Dan, Michel, and I walked through the hotel lobby would be an understatement. Luke”s 6″4″ bodybuilder physique attracts attention no matter where he goes. The fact that he was wearing a tight and revealing muscle shirt paired with running shorts that looked more like bikini tighty whities just multiplied the effect.
Dan and his father Michel, both also bodybuilders, walked hand-in-hand, with Dan leading us toward a side stairwell. Both men were shirtless and barefoot. Dan wore a low-slung skirt that consisted of two pieces of silk � each smaller than a lady”s handkerchief � covering his genitals and ass crack. Michel wore less than a third of a square foot of fabric comprising his white g-string with a mesh pouch open at the top like an oriole”s nest.
Most people would probably have to look two or three times to figure out that Michel was wearing anything at all. In truth, he wasn”t wearing anything until Eric, the valet, advised him to put something on. Dan, who was irritated that Michel wanted to stay naked, was perfectly satisfied when Michel slipped on the g-string that covers less than 2% of his body.
The lobby was moderately busy near 8:00 on a Thursday night but not crowded. Dan greeted a couple of employees he knew and introduced his father with a look of pride and adoration on his face. It didn”t occur to him that people might be taken aback by their attire. Most people did well concealing their shock, but a few had trouble completing a coherent sentence.
We stopped at the concierge stand, where Dan greeted a work buddy, who took command of the obvious when he met Michel, “Wow, man, you”re almost naked!”
“Thank you,” Michel seemed pleased at the remark.
Dan laughed. “Dad”s a militant nudist, so getting him to put on even this much is a victory for me.”
The concierge nodded. “If I had your body, I”d never wear clothing.”
“See, Daniel,” Michel began but was cut off by a wave of Dan”s hand.
“Do not encourage him!” Dan commanded his friend with a laugh.
“Are you guys here for the bachelor party in ballroom 4D?” the concierge continued.
“A bachelor party?” Dan asked.
“Yeah. A couple of guys are getting married tomorrow night and having a bachelor party tonight. We were told that some male dancers were expected at 10:00. I thought maybe you guys were the entertainment and showed up way too early.”
Dan shook his head. “Again, do not give my dad any ideas. We”re just here to meet friends for a workout in the gym. I”ll see you around.”
We went into a stairwell and climbed to the third floor, exiting into a hallway just outside the gym”s main entrance. It dawned on me that we hadn”t designated a specific meeting point for the gang. Dan suggested that we wait in the lounge, thinking that they were likely to pass through on their way to the locker room.
The gym was busy, but not exceedingly so, with about 75% of the clientele men. Several heads turned as we moved through the various rooms. Michel insisted on a small tour of the place so everyone in the gym could see him. I was surprised that there wasn”t an adverse reaction � from either guys or gals � to Michel”s near nudity. A body like that really deserves to be seen.
* * *
We made our way to the men”s lounge as Michel told his son that he was very impressed with the facilities.
I remembered my agreement with Dan. We entered the men”s lounge through the double swinging doors, but I kept walking to the locker room and stripped, putting my clothing and purse into a locker. I kept Luke and my phones in case we got a text from one of the crew.
I strolled back out to the lounge naked and smiled at Dan. He nodded but didn”t say a word. About a half dozen other guys were in the lounge, all but one of them clothed, but nobody made a big deal out of my nudity.
Michel whined, “How is that fair? Why does Q get to be naked, and I don”t?”
“You are welcome to be naked here, Dad. But you can”t wander around the hotel naked. You”re a graduate of the London School of Economics and Princeton University. You should be able to figure this out,” Dan admonished his father.
Luke spoke up. “I”m with Q. Come on, Michel. Let”s put our clothing in a locker until we need it again.
I told Luke my locker number so that we could share. Dan untied his skirt and handed it to his father.
“My dad is having a blast already. I can tell,” Dan said with a smile. “Thank you for making him feel so welcome. Thanks, too, for keeping our agreement.”
“I love your dad as much as I love you, Dan,” I gushed. How do I feel so comfortable telling these men that I love them? I”m generally a reserved guy. I barely tell my own mother that I love her.
Luke and Michel returned to the lounge with arms wrapped around each other. Now that the four of us were naked, we garnered a few more looks from the guys in the lounge, all of them still approving.
Dan went to the juice bar to greet the guy working. The barista asked, “Are you working with a private client tonight, Little Danny?”
“No, I”m just meeting friends for a workout. This is purely a social visit,” Dan replied.
The barista and Dan continued their conversation, but I didn”t hear more of it because I was suddenly enveloped in a hug from Chuck. The 16-year-old blond beauty didn”t hesitate to wrap himself around my nude form as he kissed me on the mouth.
“Q! It”s so good to see you again,” he enthused. “I could hardly concentrate all day at the seminar thinking about tonight.”
I returned Chuck”s kiss as I saw Tyler swooning in Luke”s arms. Who doesn”t swoon in Luke”s arms? Tyler and Chuck switched places so that we could greet each other. Then Bobby came in for a hug and a kiss as Robert and Martin stood by, smiling at the celebratory nature of our reunion. I also noticed Michel”s face break into a smile when he saw the handsome men and boys and their easy affection with us.
Robert and Martin greeted me almost as enthusiastically as Tyler, Chuck, and Bobby. God, they felt so good in my arms. I swear they are brothers, not strangers who first met in the steam room last night.
Robert looked at Dan and Michel and asked if one of them was the trainer I had talked about. I told him the one at the juice bar was Dan, while the other hunk was Dan”s father, Michel. I took a few steps to the juice bar to get Dan”s attention. We already had almost everyone else”s attention.
I put an arm around Dan”s waist while I motioned for Michel to join us. When I had my hands happily on both their hips, I made introductions of our two new friends to our five not-quite-so-new friends.
Tyler walked up to Dan to greet him with a hug. What happened to the shy kid I met last night? Tyler moved to hug Michel as Chuck took his place with Dan.
Michel asked Chuck, “May I have a kiss like the one you gave to Quentin?”
Chuck happily complied with the request and was rewarded with a prolonged kiss from one of the world”s masters of the craft. Tyler asked Dan, “Should we kiss?” In my head, I was screaming, “Yes! The answer to `shall we kiss” is always yes!”” Outwardly I maintained my silence as Dan smiled and told Tyler he would be happy to kiss him. Tyler was delighted to kiss Dan, too.
Luke, Robert, and Martin stood chatting with their arms around each other like old friends while I kept my hands on Dan and Michel”s asses as they kissed Tyler and Chuck. I saw my work friend Yoshi enter the lounge from the gym area, looking as if he were searching for me. Here I am!
Yoshi stopped, looked at my naked body quickly, and then broke into a smile. He wore a tight maroon t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of white Team USA Pro rugby shorts with a two-inch inseam that showed his well-developed thighs to perfection. I thought Yoshi was cute before. I thought he was hot when I saw him in workout clothes.
“Yoshi! Just in time to meet the crew I was telling you about, plus one more,” I said, trying to conceal a flash of trepidation as I stood naked before my coworker, holding two nude bodybuilders as they kissed two teenagers while other gym goers passed by.
“Hey, Q! It looks like the party is already getting started. Looking good, there, Q,” Yoshi said as he made a show of looking me up and down. Usually, I would blush, but I felt proud of myself and was happy to be looked at by anyone who wanted to look.
Michel and Dan ended their kissing sessions with the boys when they heard me talking to someone else.
I moved over to Luke, who gave me a peck on the lips and began the introductions as everyone grouped themselves into their family units.
“Now that we are all here, I”ll go around and introduce everyone to everyone,” I stated. “Yoshi Hirano, my good friend from our Los Angeles office, I think you know Lukas Vestergaard, the best database administrator in the world.
“Over here is Daniel Archambeau, my good friend and a fitness trainer, masseur, and kickass barista at the hotel. His look-alike is his father, Michel Archambeau, my good friend, and international real estate broker.” Everyone”s eyes widened, realizing that Michel and Dan were father and son, not brothers.
“Next is Martin Dempsey, my good friend, and a first-rate clinical psychologist at an eastern university,” I said as Martin blushed and nodded to Yoshi, Daniel, and Michel. He had spent the night with Robert and the boys � which I was dying to hear about � so there was no need for further introductions to them.
“To Martin”s right is Robert Trachtenberg, my good friend, the wrestling coach for Quad Cities Academy, and the boys” chaperone for their trip from Iowa. Next to Robert are his son Bobby Trachtenberg, my good friend, his other son Tyler Pickett, my good friend, and, saving the third-best for last, Tyler”s boyfriend and all-around great guy, Charles Beck, the pride of Davenport, and my good friend.”
Greetings were made all around. I announced that Dan would be working primarily with Luke tonight and asked Michel if he would like to work with the boys so they could get a different perspective on fitness.
“I would enjoy that very much,” Michel announced, “If it is acceptable to their father, of course.”
Robert agreed with a nod. Michel began to walk to the door, “Shall we get started, then?”
Dan stopped him and reminded him to put on clothing. “You and your confounded clothing all the time,” Michel complained. “I don”t know where I went wrong with this one.”
“Dad,” Dan continued, “If you”re going to be in the free weight area, you should also have trainers. I”m going to get a pair for myself from my office. I”ll get shoes for you, too, since we wear the same size.”
Dan gestured to the rest of the crew, “Why don”t you guys come into the locker room and strip off while I get our uniforms for tonight.”
Did Dan have matching t-shirts made for us? Maybe we would each get a version of his work uniform? About a minute after disappearing down the hall to the training rooms off the main locker room, Dan reappeared wearing a pair of trainers and carrying another, along with a small canvas bag.
I was more than a little surprised to see him wearing a matching white g-string to Michel”s. He filled it out just as well as his father. Perhaps even more.
Michel smiled and kissed Dan when he gave him his trainers. “Is this our uniform?”
“Yes,” Dan replied, opening his bag to show it almost full of white Tanga Bag Ouvert g-strings. “Most of these are size medium, but I have a few in size small for the skinny runts among us,” Dan joked.
Wait, we will barely wear the revealing g-strings in the gym?
“Will this attire be acceptable for working out,” I asked. Tyler was the only other member of the group who looked less than willing.
Yoshi gave me a look, questioning whether he was included.
Dan looked at me, “Sure, Q-ball, these are great for working out and even running. They look like they might be uncomfortable, but they are really a pleasure to wear. And you can observe all your muscle groups as you go through a training session. I wear mine here all the time when I”m not in my work uniform.”
I looked back at Yoshi and shrugged while returning the favor of making an obvious scan of his nudity. His 5″8″ frame was nicely muscled, but he was not shredded. He had thick but well-trimmed jet black hair above his penis. There were a few hairs on his chest and thickets under his arms.
He laughed when he saw the way I looked him over and turned around so I could see the back. His ass looked even better naked than it did under his khakis. He must have known where I was looking because he put his fingers under his ass cheeks and jiggled them for me. I hoped to eat that ass later tonight.
Michel pulled his suit out of our shared locker as everyone else lost all their clothing. Michel was impressed with Robert and Martin”s tight wrestler bodies. He also enjoyed looking at the boys.
Bobby had a developing wrestler”s body that would soon match his father”s. At 17, he also had a cock that was already slightly larger than his father”s impressive manhood. Tyler was thin and toned, not muscular. Chuck was more athletic, but Robert would have to work with him to add some muscle for the upcoming wrestling season. Perhaps Michel could help with that?
Michel turned to his teen chargers, “Here, gentlemen, I will show you how to put this on.” He stepped into the g-string and demonstrated how to tuck your balls into the sack first, then fold your cockhead over your balls for the best support. Lastly, he showed how to slide the loops along the waist string for better fit and desired exposure along the three-inch u-shaped opening in the top of the pouch.
Tyler and Chuck stepped into their suits with little problem. Tyler pulled his loops together. It covered more of the root of his penis but made the pouch into a teardrop shape that exposed more of his public bone.
Michel remarked to an unsure Tyler, “You look stunning in that suit, young man. If you wear clothing, you should wear only that.”
Tyler laughed and asked Robert, “Dad, do you think they will make this the new school uniform?”
While continuing with his pouch stuffing, Robert laughed as he looked at the boys and said, Erzurum Escort “That would be fine for part of the year, but it might get a little chilly in the winter. Still, it would be nice, wouldn”t it? You boys look very handsome.”
Bobby had a little trouble bending his six-inch soft penis into the pouch. Michel helped him with his problem, draping the 17-year-old”s cock over the curve of his large ballsack and then adjusting the loops on the waistband a little closer to let the pouch hang looser. “How is that,” Michel inquired.
Bobby smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror, seemingly unbothered that Michel had just manhandled his genitals. “I see what you mean, Dan. This feels nice and secure. It”s better than a jockstrap.”
Dan handed Yoshi a g-string and asked if he needed assistance. “Well, it does look rather complicated,” Yoshi said as he winked at Dan.
“Well, then, I had better give you a hand the first time around so you don”t strangle yourself,” Dan replied, laughing. It seemed as if both men were enjoying the routine. I was sure Yoshi would join us for the planned immersive overnight experience.
Luke didn”t need assistance putting on his g-string either but asked Dan to help him anyway just to be polite. Dan manipulated Luke”s balls and cock into his pouch just to be polite.
I had been sure that my smaller flaccid penis wouldn”t tuck into my pouch, leaving me flopping around loose. But the bag pushed my balls forward enough that the very tip of my cock was tucked under the binding at the end of the opening. The flare of my crown was still exposed.
Dan came over and asked if he could make some adjustments. He noted that, as Bobby could pull the loops closer to let the pouch hang looser to give more room, I could pull the loops further apart to hoist the pocket up and let it fit a little snugger.
Dan put one hand over my penis and tugged the pouch a little higher with the other. Then he spread the loops about four inches apart to hold it in position. Virtually all of my corona was now undercover. Of course, Dan”s hands on my cock made it fill out a little, too.
The ten of us were identically attired in our white g-strings and had finished putting on our shoes. I thought I would look utterly ridiculous in this get-up. But, when I saw myself in one of the mirrors, I was surprised at how good I looked. The others all looked better, but I had nothing to be ashamed of.
I suggested a group picture. We went out into the lounge, where most of the guys looked at us � some with an unmistakable longing � and Dan asked a man standing naked watching the news if he would take our picture with my phone.
The man looked like he had won the lottery. He took pictures of the whole gang, as well as smaller family groups, including Dan and Michel, Robert and the boys, just the boys, just Tyler and Chuck, Luke and me, Yoshi and me, Yoshi and Luke, and Yoshi, Luke and me together.
I told Michel that he would have much more photo processing to do when he got home. He laughed and said that it would be his pleasure. I was sure it would.
* * *
Robert, Martin, Yoshi, and I went to the cardio room to warm up before doing a leg circuit. Robert and Martin looked spectacular in their g-strings, an opinion apparently shared by those working out in the gym if I were to gauge their reactions.
Yoshi looked yummy, too. I held my own. I set my mind to improving my fitness and my physique. I wondered how much better I could look if I actually tried.
Several guys were working out shirtless � more than I had seen the previous night. A few guys were wearing somewhat revealing shorts, including one stacked Black guy who appeared to be wearing just brief bikini underwear. But nobody wore as little as the four of us. Well, the ten of us.
From the treadmill I used, I could see Michel putting the boys through a series of stretches. Unlike some of the stretching I did, he had his students hold each stretch for at least a minute. I would have to ask him about that.
Dan was right about these g-strings he imported from Germany. They were meant to be slightly showy beachwear or gym wear, but I was much more comfortable wearing this than when I wore a jock. The pouch held me in place while running without my boys feeling strangled. I wondered if I could get away with wearing just this to run on the street.
My cock, although mostly visible from the top, kept its head buried between my balls. I was sure it would come loose, and I would be flopping around like an inflatable man in a car lot.
Watching Robert and Martin run while 99% naked was a joy. Yoshi and I exchanged glances as we caught each other looking at them. Not only were they beautiful to look at, but they also had impeccable form. I found myself correcting my posture and arm position as I watched them run with efficiency and grace.
Robert called our cardio warmup to a halt at eight minutes, announcing two minutes of cooldown. We discussed the leg circuit Robert had in mind as we wiped down the treadmills. Yoshi and I were up for anything Robert suggested as long as it would help us look more like him. Yoshi”s thighs were well-developed but not well defined. He asked Robert and Martin to suggest how he could fix that.
I was serious in my desire to increase my dedication to fitness and development, but that didn”t stop my cock from plumping as I followed Robert and Martin toward one of the free-weight rooms. Have I mentioned how gorgeous they are?
We went past the room where Michel had taken the boys through warmup stretches. Dan was there with Luke, doing a series of crablike isometric exercises. The g-string didn”t cover any of his tensed muscles as he balanced alternately on his left hand and right foot, then right hand and left foot while dipping to the floor and rising again.
I licked my lips as I watched his muscular magnificence. Dan took a break from coaching Luke to smile and nod in our direction.
“Oh my god,” Yoshi remarked as I tugged him along. “He”s better than I imagined.”
“I know. I can”t wait to get my tongue back in that spectacular ass,” I said. “Wait until you taste it.”
Yoshi looked at me as if I were teasing him. “Didn”t I mention about spending the night with us in our suite? All the guys will be there, including Dan and Michel.”
“Holy shit,” Yoshi muttered. “Yes. I”ll be there if you”re sure you want me.”
“Of course, we”re sure. Why would you even question that,” I asked in wonderment.
“I mean, look at you guys,” Yoshi said as we moved through a room with about ten people all watching us go through, “You are all so hot, and I”m, like, this,” he said, gesturing to his body.
“Yoshi, you can”t be fucking serious. You are way better looking than I am. Do you own a mirror,” I laughed.
“Do you?” he retorted. “Do you seriously not know how hot you are?”
“Me?”
“Yes. You, Quentin Collins, are the perfect combination of cute and hot. Has nobody ever told you that to your face,” he asked incredulously.
“I mean, no. Like, people have told me I”m hot, but they”re usually wearing pretty thick beer goggles when they say it,” I explained. “Not that I think I”m a troll or anything. I just never thought of myself as more than average � maybe slightly above average.”
“Well, an 8.875 is more than slightly above average, my friend,” Yoshi explained. “That”s your average score at work, you know.”
“What? Says who,” I demanded.
“I”ll show you the tally tomorrow at work,” he said.
We had gotten to our appointed area. Martin looked at both of us. “Are you girls done arguing over who is prettier? I”m going to fuck both of you tonight. I”ll let you decide who goes first.”
Robert laughed. “I”ll decide for them. The one of you who follows our coaching better will get fucked first. The loser has to suck a load out of each of us before he can get fucked by either of us.”
Yoshi and I looked at each other and high-fived. It was a win-win as far as we were concerned. Martin told Robert that he should rethink the consolation prize.
“A deal is a deal,” I interjected.
We got to work with a series of walking and lateral lunges while holding a barbell on our shoulders to do three sets of ten of each movement. I used 30 pounds on my bar. Yoshi used 40, then upped it to 50. I had some work to do.
Robert explained that the total number of reps we do per week is what counts, not how many times per week we do a leg circuit.
“I like to do two different leg circuits, each once weekly,” Martin explained.
“Well, it”s working for you, that”s for sure,” Yoshi said as we both admired Martin”s gorgeous thighs.
I barely got through my three sets, which Robert said meant I was using the right amount of weight. He also complimented my form. He and Martin helped lift the bar from my shoulders as I rested, and Yoshi did his sets.
Michel entered the room with the boys. They looked like they were having a great time, despite being flushed from exertion. Even Tyler seemed to shed the last vestiges of his shyness. I noticed that he had pushed the two loops holding his cock pouch farther apart, making it easier to see the first three inches from the base of his penis.
There were now eight of us in the room wearing matching scant white g-strings, while four other guys and one woman were also in the room.
One guy looked a little irritated. I think he was more a little jealous that his body, with an extra 30 pounds, wouldn”t look as good on display in the tiny straps as ours. “What is this, some sort of club?”
I took the lead. “Yes, sir, it is the first Chicago meeting of the International Stringers Organization,” I explained with all the sobriety I could muster. “Would you like to become a member?”
Robert stood behind me, trying not to laugh out loud.
The irritated man was put off balance by my response. “What is the organization about?”
“We are an assembly of men devoted to promoting the use of g-strings as the most comfortable and practical garment for men, both for active wear as well as casual street clothing. Once you wear one of these, you”ll never be comfortable in a jockstrap, compression shorts, or lined running shorts again.”
I followed up by asking Martin � who appeared to be about the man”s age � to demonstrate how well the garment holds him in place by doing a few jumping jacks and running in place.
“There was not a bit of chafing or rubbing,” Martin concluded. “It”s almost as if I were wearing nothing at all,” he added, trying a bit of humor, which went over the inquisitor”s head.
“Hmm,” the man grunted. “You must admit it”s not the usual fare to see in a gym. I hope you have a successful meeting.” With his curiosity sated, he returned to his shoulder presses, using too little weight to do much good.
Martin and Robert were helping Yoshi with his lunges as Michel approached me and rubbed my bare ass. “That was a masterful way to handle the situation, my love.”
“Thank you, Michel. I love you,” I said, followed by a kiss on the cheek. What the hell? Again I”m telling people I love them. I had no urge to retract my proclamation, especially after seeing the affection on Michel”s face.
Bobby looked the sexiest of the three boys, in my humble opinion, although all three made my heart skip a beat and my brain move toward a lust-induced fog. Robert”s son had nicely developed shoulders, arms, pecs, an incredible flat stomach, and an impressive bulge in his g-string. He might have even been more prominent than Luke when tumescent, but they were close.
Michel had loaded up a bar to demonstrate how he wanted the boys to perform a chest press. Every eye was on the nearly naked 40-year-old hunk as his tits popped with the effort of lifting the 240-pound bar, which was a warmup weight for the elite bodybuilder.
I scanned all our g-strings and saw them grow to one degree or another. Even Bobby got a hardon looking at Michel work out, his cock now approaching seven inches and pushing the top of his pouch away from his pubic bone. I winked at him, and he smiled and shrugged as if to say, “What can you do?”
All four guys wearing more traditional workout gear were also eyeing Michel admiringly. Three of the four � including the man who asked us about our club � had noticeable growth in their shorts. The woman, who might have been an amateur bodybuilder, looked slack-jawed in admiration of Michel”s physical perfection.
The ripped and stacked Black guy in the bikini briefs waited for Michel to finish his set, then nodded an acknowledgment of Mr. Archambeau”s superiority. “I heard you guys talking about your stringers group,” he said with a smile on his square face with a laser-straight jawline. “Are you taking new members?”
Michel smiled and said that we were always looking for new members. He offered to retrieve a trial suit for the man. Robert told Michel to stay with the boys and asked me to help Martin spot for Yoshi while I waited for my next set of lateral lunges. I”d do almost anything Robert asked of me in that sexy baritone, take-charge voice.
Robert found Dan and returned in less than three minutes holding another white g-string and offered it to the man while admiring his deep sepia shredded physique. “I think I found one in a size that will fit you. I”m sorry, I don”t know your name,” Robert said.
“I”m Declan Goff,” the handsome man announced, his broadening smile causing his dimples to fire their magic beams into my soul. Not more dimples! I can”t fall in love again. Not so fast. Done.
“It”s a pleasure to meet you, Declan,” Robert declared sincerely, taking Declan”s right hand and placing his left hand on Declan”s right hip, as he tends to do. Robert looked Declan in the eye, as the two were an inch over six feet tall.
Robert maintained comfortable eye contact with Declan for several relaxed moments before hanging the g-string on a nearby weight rack and announcing, “Welcome to the International Stringers Organization. The ISO strives to reset the standards for men”s comfort. Now, let”s have you try on your suit to see how it fits.”
Declan chuckled, understanding the play on words for the ISO: the International Stringers Organization and the International Standards Organization, which documents standards and procedures for everything from accounting processes to measuring formaldehyde releases from carpeting.
“Should I change here,” Declan asked as his eyes reflected every light in the room directly at me, leaving me dazzled and breathless.
“Sure. Why not,” Michel interjected. “Will anyone mind if our friend Declan changes here,” he asked the room. Nobody objected.
Declan didn”t hesitate to push down his briefs and stand naked in the free weight room. He certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about. He gave his pendulous ballsack a tug to free it from adhering to his thighs, which caused his four-inch-long, thick, soft cock to bounce around. He was utterly unselfconscious about it.
Luke and I had stood naked in this same room last night Erzurum Escort Bayan while talking to three colleagues from our Baltimore office. Perhaps it”s more common than I had presumed.
Declan picked up his discarded briefs with his toes and raised his foot so he could take them in his hand. His balance was unwavering. He looked at Robert and asked, “Are you certain I”m going to prefer the g-string to my briefs?”
Robert assured him that he would.
“Ok. Then I guess I won”t need these anymore.” Declan walked across the room to find a waste can and tossed his briefs. He walked with ease: neither strutting nor cowering. He came back across the room but stood next to Michel as he supervised Bobby going through his bench presses. Tyler and Chuck made no pretense about looking over his beautiful 215-pounds of muscle covered with lustrous Black skin.
Declan asked Michel about the program he was putting the boys through, actually forgetting that he was naked in the gym. None of us was in a hurry to have him cover himself, even a little.
“May I show you a way to refine your technique,” Declan asked as Bobby finished his first set with 140 pounds. Both Michel and Bobby nodded. Bobby got up from the weight bench, panting lightly.
Declan reclined on the weight bench, completely naked with his four-inch cock draped toward his right hip. His legs were spread wide enough that his large hairless ballsack was visible.
Before he lifted the barbell from the rack, he explained to the three teens, “Remember, gentlemen, that the descent of the weight is more important to control than the ascent. Michel showed you perfect form, but Bobby was a little anxious to get through his set. Watch my chest, shoulders, and arms as I do some reps.”
The total of 140 pounds on the bar was probably half the weight the stacked man is used to. He lifted the bar at the same rate Bobby did but brought it down much more slowly than Bobby, allowing his muscles to control the balance and speed of the bar.
“See how moving slowly helps me verify that the bar is level and that I am symmetrically engaging the muscle groups I want to work,” Declan explained as three new guys came into the room and stopped in their tracks.
The guys, perhaps a year or two older than Bobby, Tyler, and Chuck, took a few moments to figure out the scene before them, with a splendid naked man on the weight bench and eight mostly naked men working out in g-strings.
The new guys were shirtless. One wore long basketball shorts, another wore cut-off sweats, while the third wore shorter running shorts. They were athletic but not bulky. They looked around the room and saw that everyone else seemed comfortable with what was happening, so they went along with it.
Declan did ten repetitions of the chest press, much to the delight of everyone watching. He got off the bench and motioned for Bobby to reclaim his place. “Michel and I will watch to make sure you execute your reps exactly the way I did,” he advised.
“Exactly?” Bobby asked.
“Yes, if you can. We”ll encourage you,” Declan responded.
Bobby yanked his cock and balls out of his pouch, slid off his g-string, hung it with Declan”s on the weight rack, and then lay naked on the weight bench exactly as Declan had. I was surprised but not shocked. Last night, Robert talked about how Bobby thinks nothing of strolling naked down their driveway to greet the mailman or delivery trucks.
“Touche,” Declan laughed, still showing no interest in putting on the g-string.
Bobby received praise from both Michel and Declan for his improvement. Michel called Tyler to take the bench next as he reset the bar to 70 pounds. Tyler did not remove his g-string but still looked sexy as hell laid out in almost nothing.
Declan and Bobby stayed naked, watching Tyler struggle toward the end of his set. Everyone praised his effort. It was the first chest press in his life. Poor Tyler almost disappeared in Declan”s congratulatory embrace after he finished his sets. “You did really, really well, Ty � especially considering it was your first time. Your form was perfect. I”m extremely proud of you. Promise to keep going. You”re a monster!”
Tyler glowed at the praise and full-body embrace received from the naked bodybuilder.
Chuck got through his set using 120 pounds without too much struggle. As Bobby lay down for his third set, people”s attention returned to their workout routines. Having naked guys in the gym had become unremarkable rather quickly, as it should be.
I made my lateral lunges with 50 pounds on my shoulders. It didn”t seem like much, but by the time I got to my 10th rep, I felt it in my hips and thighs.
Yoshi, that bastard did his laterals with 90 pounds. He wanted to work his thighs so they looked more like Martin”s. It would take a lot of work because Martin”s thighs were exquisite � not too bulky but perfectly shaped and defined. Every inch of him was lickable.
Martin and Robert managed to work in sets while also supervising Yoshi and me, but I knew they were doing much less than they usually would. I would have to find a way to thank them later.
The boys finished with the weight bench, and Tyler joined Chuck to give it a thorough wipe-down after all three boys got hugs from both Declan and Michel. I looked over to see three g-strings hanging from the weight rack and chuckled when I saw that Michel had joined Declan and Bobby in going naked.
Declan asked Michel if he could continue helping him guide the boys” training group. They all thought it was a grand idea. Michel asked if they would be distracting him from his workout.
“Knowing you guys are in the gym is a distraction. I might as well make good use of my distraction,” Mr. Goff remarked. Michel smiled and welcomed Declan to “our family.”
Robert overheard the exchange and looked over in time to see Declan exchanging puppy dog eyes with Tyler. He walked over and draped his arms around Michel and Declan”s waists. “Declan, are you and Michel going to take my sons away from me,” he asked lightheartedly.
“Oh, no, sir,” said a concerned Declan. “I wouldn”t do that.”
Robert patted Declan”s ass. “What if I offered you cash? Would you take them then?”
Both bodybuilders got the joke and relaxed. I couldn”t stop admiring Declan”s striated glutes and huge tensors, quads, and vastus muscles ballooning his thighs outward.
“If I”m a family member now, please call me Dex,” Declan announced.
“It”s a pleasure to welcome you to the family, Dex,” Robert replied.
Michel added, “And you can all call me Mick or Micky if you want. Some of my friends call me Micky Mouse. I think they are trying to be ironic.”
We laughed along. Tyler interjected, “Dad calls my boyfriend Chucky Cheese, so he better watch out, or he might get devoured by Micky Mouse.”
“I can”t promise it won”t happen,” Michel said as he looked lustfully into Chuck”s sparkling green eyes.
“What brings you to the hotel, Dex, if you don”t mind my asking,” Robert inquired.
“Not at all. We”re family, after all,” Dex answered with an air of ease. “My dad had a bit of a health scare and is in a hospital nearby. I live in Stirling, about 100 miles west of here, so I”m staying at the hotel for a few days until he gets released.”
“I”m so sorry to hear about your dad, Dex,” Robert turned and held Dex”s face in his hands while sharing a sympathetic look. “What can we do to help?”
Michel clutched Dex”s left hand and brought it to his chest while the boys gathered, eager to show support to their new brother.
Dex looked each man and teen in the eye, realizing they instantly cared about him. “You guys are so sweet. Dad suddenly started having severe spells of vertigo, nausea, and tinnitus. They weren”t frequent but would come on without warning. They just diagnosed him with M�ni�re”s disease, which affects the inner ear.
“They usually like to treat the symptoms for a few years before recommending surgery, but they say my dad has a pretty specific malformation in his ear, and they think surgery will virtually eliminate his symptoms. He”ll be in the hospital for a few more days for evaluation.”
Tyler, always a sensitive empath, cleaved onto Dex and squeezed him as firmly as his arms made rubbery by the chest presses would allow. “Is he in pain, Dex? Is he scared? Maybe we can visit him and cheer him up? Is it too late to visit tonight?”
Dex held Tyler as Robert looked on. “You want to visit my dad, Tyler? You don”t even know him.”
“We all want to visit him if it helps,” Chuck offered as he rubbed his boyfriend”s back to show support. “You are part of our family, so, obviously, your dad is part of our family, too. We have to take care of the people we love.”
I couldn”t have been prouder of “our” boys. Dex could have had his 215 pounds of hard muscle upended by a feather. “You love me? You just met me. I could be a monster.”
Bobby explained, “Ty nominated you to become part of the family. The three of us voted, and you passed two to one.”
Dex laughed. “Who voted against me?”
“The sanctity of the secret ballot cannot be compromised,” Bobby said. “You”ll just have to work harder to win us all over.”
“I”ll work hard if that”s what it takes,” Dex joked.
“It will be a good start,” Ty quipped with a wink.
I finished my last set of lateral lunges and asked Martin in a low panting voice, “What the hell happened to the quiet, diffident Tyler from last night? What did you get up to?”
Martin”s smile told me everything and nothing. Finally, he said, “Chuck fucked the diffidence right out of Ty. Robert and I followed up to make sure it didn”t return. It”s gone forever, I can assure you. If we didn”t do it, then Bobby did. You”ll see tonight.”
Holy shit. “Ty was able to take all your cocks,” I asked, turning to Yoshi to include him in the conversation. “Martin fucked me last night, but Robert is bigger, and I think Bobby is even bigger than his dad. I know I could take him, but Ty was a virgin until last night. That”s a steep learning curve.”
“Once Ty started getting fucked, he didn”t want to stop. He was insatiable. Both Robert and I were hesitant, but Ty insisted he could take us,” Martin explained with some wonder in his voice. “I guess he was right. I mean, look at him. He”s wearing that g-string in his crack without any issues. We all examined him this morning, and I was shocked that I couldn”t find a trace of soreness or puffiness. It”s like Ty was born to be fucked. And rimmed.”
I laughed. “So you all rimmed him this morning just to � what � do a medical exam?
“Well, it seemed kind of rude just to stick my finger in his anus,” Martin explained clinically, “So I stuck my tongue there instead. It was already lubed, so it made sense.
“When I finished my exam, Ty begged to be `examined” again, so Robert conducted his own examination, then Chuck followed up. Finally, Bobby felt left out, so he did one, too,” Martin explained with growing enthusiasm.
“You should have seen Bobby getting into eating Ty”s ass. Come to think of it; you should have seen Bobby making love to Ty. I”m not typically a voyeur, but those boys” love for each other manifested itself last night in their lovemaking. It”s not a romantic love like Ty and Chuck have. But they each gave themselves entirely to their best friend.
“And, of course, Bobby is a handsome, sexy fucker,” Martin summed up.
We all looked at the uninhibited 17-year-old wrestler standing naked in the gym. He saw us looking, waved at us, then gave us a thumbs-up.
“Speaking of taking a good fuck,” Martin continued speaking to me, “You didn”t seem to have trouble taking me last night until Luke and I fucked and sucked you into unconsciousness.”
Yoshi”s open-mouth smile turned to shock and disbelief.
“It”s true, Yoshi,” I explained. “But, we had been in the steam room for a long time, so there”s that. Besides, it hasn”t been determined whether Dr. Dempsey”s fucking or Mr. Vestergaard”s sucking pushed me over the edge,” I teased.
Martin guided Yoshi and me to the dumbbell rack to get ready for some goblet squats. “Perhaps we”ll have to repeat the procedure tonight to see if the results are the same,” Martin offered.
“Or, swap the fucker and sucker, just to gather more data points,” I countered.
“Or, perhaps, in the interest of science, keep the procedure the same but change the recipient to find out if it”s a phenomenon unique to Q,” Yoshi volunteered. His devotion to science was admirable.
Martin rubbed both our naked asses. “It looks like I have my work cut out for me tonight.”
The dumbbell rack had pairs of hexagonal dumbells from five to 100 pounds in five-pound increments, so Yoshi and I could do our sets together. Martin suggested I use a single 55-pound weight, while Yoshi used a 75-pound one.
Martin faced us and demonstrated using a 100-pound dumbbell. He looks perfect, standing still or in motion, with sweat beginning to form on his tightly-trimmed light brown body hair. Robert rejoined us and used a 95-pound weight for his squats, which he executed with great flexibility. His squats were so low that his balls almost touched the floor.
Wait. When did Robert get naked, too? I caught his eye five or six reps into our set. We both concentrated on maintaining our form through the building exhaustion in our legs, but we exchanged expressions that would have made me laugh if I weren”t focusing on my legs.
I was happy to see Michel and Declan � Micky and Dex � usher the boys to the dumbells. They would be working on standing bicep curls. The men stood before Bobby, Ty, and Chuck, inviting our scrutiny of their splendidly naked forms. Dex demonstrated with the other 100-pound dumbbell while Micky the Muscled Mouse used a 90-pound one.
Since, like Yoshi and me, the boys were all using different weights, they were able to exercise simultaneously.
Yoshi, Robert, Martin, and I finished our set of 10 together, all feeling the burn in our quads and glutes. Martin”s thighs were even more defined than before, with Robert not far behind. I felt my cock filling out. Yoshi”s thighs were not as defined as Martin”s or Robert”s, but they looked like a delicious place to get my head between.
We were all walking off the building lactic acid at the end of our set. Micky and Dex were leading the boys through their second set of bicep curls when Bobby saw that his dad had gotten naked, too. “Go, Dad, go,” Bobby offered through grunts.
Yoshi, Robert, Martin, and I were in the midst of our last set of goblet squats when I saw a couple of guys enter the room. I call them the “Prince Albert” couple because one of the guys has a Prince Albert piercing. They were working out on the weight machines last night when they spotted Luke and me standing naked and talking with my colleagues from Baltimore.
We ran into them again in the steam room, but they didn”t actively participate in our activities, choosing to engage each other in a long 69 session instead.
Last night, they took off their shirts when they saw Luke and me and finished their workouts in just split-side running shorts. Both of the guys � looking to me as though they were in the early to mid-20s � were fit and toned, spending a lot of time in the gym, but not hugely muscled like Luke, Dan, Michel, or Dex.
It seemed they hadn”t even bothered to bring shirts tonight, sporting running shorts again, but skimpier versions similar to what Luke and I wore to our dinner at Dan”s. One of the men � it appeared to be the one with the penis piercing � also wore heavy stainless steel hoops in both his nipples.
The guys smiled when they saw Robert, Michel, Bobby, and Dex working out naked with the other four of us in barely-there g-strings. They waited until we finished our set and came over to greet us.
“We thought last night was an aberration, but it appears that working out naked is de rigueur in this gym,” the taller of them said. Robert and Martin said hello to the men as well.
Robert added, “I”m happy to report that, so far, there has been nothing but encouragement. Back home, I always work out naked, so I”m glad nobody is freaking out here. My son, Bobby, is even more of a nudist than I am, so he”s happy as a clam, as you can see.”
“I”m Donovan Grover,” the 5″11″ pierced man said. “This is my husband, Sonu. It”s nice to meet all of you,” he continued as he scanned Robert”s body, indicating what he meant by “all of you.”
Sonu, born in Goa, India, asked Robert what gym he belonged to where he was lucky enough to work out naked. He told them he was a coach at a private academy for boys and worked out naked at school. “We encourage the boys to do so, too,” he added, “because it helps them overcome their self-consciousness. Most do. Some don”t. We encourage, but we don”t pressure.”
I guessed that helped explain Bobby”s complete lack of self-consciousness about his body.
We made small talk for a couple of minutes. Michel stepped to the weight rack and retrieved the discarded g-strings. He informed us he was taking the boys to the stretching/isometric room next door for some abdominal work.
Robert said we would see them there for some cooldown stretching after we finish our workout with a set of hip thrusts. We moved back to the weight bench. Martin loaded a barbell with 250 pounds of weight and asked me to help him place it on the floor as Robert sat on a small towel perpendicular to the weight bench. Martin wrapped a gel foam pad around the bar so the bare metal wouldn”t dig into Robert”s hips.
We rolled the barbell over Robert”s legs to his hips. He rested his shoulders on the weight bench and placed his hands on the floor. Martin cautioned to verify that the barbell wasn”t in a position to crush Robert”s penis. Nobody would want to hurt that glorious appendage!
The gorgeous wrestling coach moved his hands to steady the barbell on his hips. After verifying that his shoulders were situated correctly on the weight bench, he began a set of ten thrusts: bringing his hips up until he was straight from knees to shoulders, holding for a count of three, then dipping down again.
Martin told me that I would be next. He told me to observe how Robert wasn”t “cheating” by hyperextending his shoulders to achieve his lift. He was doing all the work with his hips and glutes. “It will help if you keep your eyes focused in front of you rather than on the ceiling,” Martin offered. “I”ll stand here; just keep your eyes on me.”
“That should be easy,” I said with a smile. I decided to finish my workout naked; when Yoshi saw me stripping off my g-string, he joined in. I told Martin that I would have an easier time focusing on him if he were naked, too. He laughed but took off his string and tossed it on the pile with the others.
Tyler and Chuck were the only members of our group to have anything on.
I did my first set of hip thrusts and felt my glutes burning like a house on fire. I will be adding this to my regular workout to be sure. I thought I would feel some kind of way about exercising while naked � which I hadn”t done before � but I didn”t feel anything except the burning in my muscles. I was still glad I had stripped off all that clothing, ha, just on the principle of it.
I watched the boys” cooldown stretches as Yoshi did his first set. Tyler saw that I was naked, then looked at Martin and Yoshi. He nudged Chuck, and the two of them stripped in the blink of an eye. I did feel some kind of way watching the teens stretch their lithe bodies while naked.
I saw Dan and Luke enter the room at the end of my second set. I was pleased � but not surprised � to see Luke carrying his g-string with Dan by his side, laughing at us, but Dan kept his garment in place.
I definitely felt some kind of way seeing Luke naked again. Martin smirked when he saw the expression on my face as I drank in Luke”s fantastic body.
“I never used to believe in love at first sight,” Martin said close to my ear, “until I saw you and Luke together last night. It”s not just that he is drop-dead gorgeous, is it?”
I looked at Martin and felt my eyes moistening with emotion. Luke was not just supermodel handsome; he was kind, generous, empathetic, funny, intelligent, wholly self-possessed and at ease with himself. Add to that the way he looks at me, and there”s no chance in hell that I would not be in love with him.
Martin put his hand on my shoulder, pulled me into a hug, and kissed my neck. “Aw, sweety,” he whispered, “You are so lucky to know and appreciate how lucky you are.”
I closed my eyes as I rested my head on Martin”s shoulder. I felt a few tears run off my face.
I felt a hand rubbing my back. The electric tingle told me it was Luke. “Q-ball, is something wrong? What can I do,” Luke asked in a soothing voice.
I smiled and opened my eyes. “I looked at you and got overwhelmed at my good fortune,” I said sincerely. “I”m a baby.”
Luke joined Martin in embracing me. “You”re not a baby, Q-ball. You”re my baby. How did I get so lucky?”
I laughed loudly. “You got lucky? All you got was me.”
“Exactly.”
“Come here, baby, and suck on daddy”s breast. That will make you feel better,” Luke cooed. “It will make me feel better, too.”
I laughed again but did as Luke suggested. I didn”t have to bend far since he is almost five inches taller than I am. His sweaty tit tasted like heaven. I suckled and nibbled for several moments before Luke moved my head to his other nipple. I felt his cock growing and poking me in the lower abdomen. My cock started chubbing, too.
I felt a sharp slap on my ass.
“What the hell, Q,” Robert chided jokingly. “You have one more set to do. Finish your broccoli, and then you can have dessert.”
I kissed Luke and saw the boys had finished their cooldown. I called Tyler and Chuck over. “Boys, my Luke wants his tits sucked. Do a good job.”
Luke threw his shoulders back to present his nibs. The boyfriends latched onto my boyfriend with glee. Luke smiled and winked at me as his hands wandered over the boys” supple � but no longer virgin � asses.
I could get through only nine reps of my last set of hip thrusts. Robert congratulated me on my effort as I lay on the floor, panting and quivering with my thighs and glutes screaming at me. But it was a good soreness, not a pain from injury. I knew I was breaking down my muscles to build them up, and I redoubled my resolve to keep it up.
I rolled the barbell away and thanked Martin and Robert for putting away the weights. Yoshi came over to me panting but reached out to help me stand.
Yoshi had about five inches of thick penis sticking almost straight out as we walked off our fatigue. “How can you get a chubby working out that strenuously,” I asked.
He laughed at me, grabbed his cock, and pulled back his foreskin. “This is from watching you, Q. You looked hot working yourself to failure.”
“Me?”
“Hell yeah, you,” Yoshi continued as he walked to a cleaning station to get towels and disinfectant to begin wiping down the area we had just used. I helped wipe the floor mat and barbell.
I turned to see Luke with a 16 and 17-year-old in his arms. They had finished sucking his tits, resulting in Luke”s eight-inch erection standing a little above horizontal. He still had his hands on their asses but alternately kissed each of their foreheads and told them what good boys they were.
I swooned, thinking what a good dad Luke would make for our children. We hadn”t discussed the idea of having children during the almost 24 hours we have been lovers, but I knew in my heart that any child would be lucky to have Luke Vestergaard as their father.
I put a hand on each of their backs and thanked them for being nice to my boyfriend. “Look what you”ve done,” I said as I stroked Luke”s cock.
Chuck turned away from Luke to show me his leaking six-inch penis tapping on his belly. “Look what your boyfriend has done to us!” Tyler turned and was in a similar state with his five-and-a-half-inch erection.
I gave each one a stroke.
Robert told Yoshi and me that we should go through some cooldown stretches. Micky, the Muscle Mouse, was kissing his son Dan in greeting. He broke off his kiss and suggested to Robert that we should do some tandem stretches. I looked to Yoshi to get his agreement, which he gave with a smile.
Mick surprised me when, instead of having Yoshi and me stretching each other, he asked Luke to be my partner and Dex to work with Yoshi. My smile told the galaxy that I was happy with that arrangement.
We started sitting with our legs straight and the soles of our feet touching. We held hands and gently pulled each other forward. Luke was surprisingly flexible, resting his shoulders on his knees. I tried to relax into my stretch � and it felt great on my lower back � but my hips weren”t as flexible as Luke”s.
I felt complete while in physical contact with Luke, with some kind of energy flowing freely from one to the other. We didn”t have to look at each other or speak to know what the other was feeling and thinking. Perhaps it was our exhaustion that helped us lower barriers.
We went through several more stretching positions. Each time we reconnected, I felt our bond become more vital. I remember willing myself to be completed naked to Luke, inviting him to examine any part of my body, mind, spirit, soul � whatever I had.
Luke responded in kind, letting me revel in the stunning beauty of his mind.
It occurred to me that I might have been hallucinating my connection to Luke because of exhaustion or low blood sugar or something; but, when we helped each other stand after our stretches, Luke said, “I felt as if we were making love as we played in each other”s minds. I want you to be inside me always and forever.”
Thank the universe that Luke was holding my hand, or else I would have floated away. “I want you inside me � physically and spiritually � always and forever, too. It feels like it”s where we belong.”
I”m unsure if I was breathing during the protracted kiss we shared. Our hands didn”t wander lustfully over our bodies because we didn”t need frenetic physicality to communicate our love and desire.
Two, three, or four minutes passed. It could have been an hour, but we soon became aware of our friends standing in a circle, watching in wonder as we melded into one spirit shared between two bodies.
We held hands as we looked at our lovely new friends, proudly streaming tears down our faces.
“Well, I think we”re all done here,” I announced to the group with a chuckle. “We”ll treat everyone to a drink at the juice bar as we relax before hitting the steam. If you want a nibble from the juice bar, feel free; we will have goodies in our suite afterward, so there will be plenty to eat.
“Let”s make sure we”ve cleaned up after ourselves,” I said mainly to the boys, “so that we don”t give Dan a reputation for bringing slobs into his workplace.”
Everyone gave their area one last wipe with cleaner and picked up their towels and g-strings. Dan had finally removed his tiny garment, too, so all ten of us were naked and sweaty. All our erections had subsided during our cleanup.
Declan approached me and thanked me for letting him join our group.
“If I didn”t know better, I”d swear you were saying goodnight, Dex. You”re not leaving, are you?”
Dex looked a little flustered. “Well, I mean, our workout is over, so I figured that we would be going our separate ways,” he said.
“I thought we voted to adopt you into our family,” I countered. “Family doesn”t go their separate ways. We will spend some time relaxing and socializing in the steam room; then we are all going up to Luke and my suite to celebrate our family through the night.”
The stunning 22-year-old Black body builder shifted his weight from foot to foot a few times as he contemplated what I said.
“Unless you have to get back to your father,” I offered.
“Oh, no,” Dex said. “I won”t go back until tomorrow.
“Well, then, have a drink with us,” I declaimed. “Take the steam with us; go back to our room with us, where we have a snack cart and a bartender waiting; spend the night with us; have some breakfast tomorrow morning; then go to your father to tell him that his expanded family loves him and wishes him the best.”
He smiled at me. “It sounds like you have this all planned out. Are you sure there is room for me?”
I kissed his cheek and noticed that even sweaty, he smelled good. “Dex, my love, the more, the merrier. There”s not a man here that won”t welcome you to squeeze in wherever you want,” I said, leaving a deliberate double entendre.
Young Tyler overheard our conversation and confirmed, “Dex, you can squeeze in me whenever you want.” He punctuated his statement with a kiss on the cheek.
* * *
The tribe walked out of the room and back into the weight room on our way to the men”s lounge. A few new guys were in the weight room. They were the only ones to give us any kind of notice for our lack of clothing.
We put our g-strings and shoes in our lockers and quickly rinsed and dried off before heading back into the lounge to order from the juice bar, which would be closing in twenty minutes. The ten of us joined six other naked men, including Sonu and Donovan Grover, and a few other dressed men. Bobby, Ty, and Chuck placed towels on the various sofas and chairs to reserve adjacent seats for us.
Dan went behind the bar to help the lone juice barista. The shorter but well-stacked barista asked Dan whether they were allowed to work naked. Dan laughed, “Well, I”m technically not working, so I don”t think I need the uniform. Come to think of it, we must wear only our staff ID badges. The only thing the employee handbook says about clothing is that we should be `appropriately” dressed. In here, it could be considered appropriate to be nude.”
The barista took off his muscle shirt, gymnast shorts, and jockstrap in ten seconds. He left his shoes on.
Dan smiled at him. “You are sure to get better tips now.”
We were all ready to begin our night of fun.
If you enjoyed this, you might enjoy my other stories: Rabbit Hole and Life at Warren Hill
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