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 2 (written by Fireboy) ==================================================================
The alarm clock's buzz woke me with a jolt at half past 5. Danny snored on for another minute so I put a hand in the middle of his naked chest and shoved him awake, not particularly gently.
"Alright, kiddo, let's get to it. Setup's in 20 minutes."
He groaned.
The first day of training was very long, but went fine. I had to admit, although Danny didn't seem able to even tie his shoes, he really knew the material. He answered questions, explained things clearly, and developed only mild, barely noticeable sweaty spots under his arms between his thick pectoral muscles and even thicker biceps.
I always take the 10 trainees out to dinner after the first day, as part of the expenses of the training week. So after a dinner at the nearby steakhouse with food and drink paid for by the company, everyone in attendance seemed pretty friendly. And I had gotten pretty tipsy, too. One by one the trainees were excusing themselves and heading back to their rooms.
I was about to head up to the hotel room myself when Danny and two of the other trainees turned to me. "Hey! Danny here says you're going to take us to a karaoke bar tonight. We hear it's a target rich environment!"
I rolled my eyes. Who the fuck says 'target rich environment'. Some of these guys were real hillbillies. I was about to say no but Danny gave me a heart-melting smile, so I just sighed and nodded.
"Alright, let's go then. It's right across the street."
The bar was as I remembered it from last year: small and dim, but with some comfortable low couches arranged around tables, all facing a small dance floor that had become a stage for tonight's karaoke. As we walked in a young, relatively attractive dark-haired girl in a green dress was up on the stage, singing "Love is a Battlefield".
I watched Danny watching her for a moment, obviously ignoring the people around him. I punched him in the arm. "Hey! Get us a table." He turned to me with a startled look followed immediately by a sheepish grin, and he made for the couches while I went to the bar.
I ordered 4 manhattans and sat down, flopping on the couch next to the trainees. Danny was talking excitedly about something to the trainee nearest him, but I couldn't hear what he was saying over the Pat Benetar.
The drinks arrived, and were drunk in what seemed like a few seconds. The waitress who brought them gave me an eyebrows-raised look, and I nodded. More drinks arrived soon after. The trainees both got up and went to talk to a girl at the bar; apparently they were planning some sort of coordinated attack.
This left Danny, who was looking blankly over my shoulder. I turned to see that he was staring at the girl in the green dress, who was now standing at a tall table with two other girls.
"Go talk to her!" I said, loud enough to be heard over the din of the place. He looked back at me.
"And say what?" The worried face had returned.
"I don't know. She was a good singer, tell her that. Ask her to sing a duet with you."
"Hey that's not a bad line!" he said with a smile, and got up from the couch. "I'll let you know how it goes."
Soon enough they were on the stage together, ruining a Lady Gaga song. He sang with gusto, his eyes closing at high notes as he clutched the microphone with both hands, flexing his biceps unavoidably as he held it up to his mouth. He was not particularly good, but he didn't care, and that was cute.
After some more songs and Manhattans and an unclear amount of time, Danny and the girl were nestled together on the couch opposite me, his arm around her. Talking seemed impossible in the loud bar, so it quickly gave way to kissing, and then more kissing. I was too drunk to pretend not to watch them.
But Danny's enthusiasm apparently also applied to making out; I could tell from the expression on her face that he was being too rough with her, and she didn't like it. Eventually she broke from his embrace and made her excuses to get up from the couch.
I watched with growing pity as he waited nervously there for her. His smile had turned to the blank stare, and then to the worried face. After twenty minutes she had not come back, and was also nowhere to be seen in the bar. Her girlfriends were also gone, and the place was emptying out.
"C'mon, kiddo, let's call it a night." I got up from the couch, extending my hand to help him up. He took it dejectedly and I hauled him to his feet. He stood up too fast and lumbered into me, forcing me to take a quick step back and grab him with both arms just to keep from being knocked over. I held him like that for a couple of seconds while he caught his balance, and then he slung an arm over my shoulder.
"Easy, there. Looks like it's bedtime."
Somehow we made it all the way up the stairs and were on the home stretch toward the hotel room door, arms slung clumsily over each other, when Danny suddenly said:
"Man, I really thought she liked me. I can't get anything right."
I opened the door and levered Danny into the room. He tumbled in, falling against the wall and leaning there. I came through a bit more steadily and closed the door.
"Well she might have stayed longer if you didn't kiss like a large-mouth bass." He looked stricken and I was instantly sorry I said this. I can be a mean drunk.
"What the fuck does that mean?" he shouted angrily. Before I could react he pushed himself off the wall and took a step toward me, fists clenched. He looked like he really meant to hit me, but he lost his balance and fell roughly into me instead. I tried to keep my balance but he was a solid guy; the most I could manage was to drunkenly stumble back against the opposite wall as I fell.
I ended up half under him on the floor of the hotel room next to the bed, pushing him off of me as he flailed. Finally I shoved him to my right, and he flopped onto his back on the floor next to me, panting.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean---"
"No," he said. "You're probably right. I always strike out with the ladies. I wish I was better looking." Danny sighed and stared up at the ceiling. I turned toward him, resting on my side and holding my head up with an elbow. I was just a few inches from him.
"You don't need to be any better looking, trust me." I said, and he smiled. "You just didn't notice how she was responding to you. You can't kiss with guns blazing. You have to listen with your lips."
Danny burst out laughing. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard! You can't listen with your lips! Anyway what do you know about it?"
I scowled and pushed my right hand onto his chest, holding him down, and leaned over him. He started to resist but I had the weight advantage. "I know a lot about it," I said, and kissed him full on his lips. Danny froze, eyes wide, as the tip of my tongue just brushed the inside of his mouth. I ignored his astonishment and moved to one lip, taking it in mine and sucking it very lightly for a moment before pulling back.
"Well don't just lie there, girls hate that," I said, and kissed him again. This time he responded, letting his enthusiasm take hold, and kissed me back. He put his hand on the back of my head, pressing our faces together, his mouth open wide. I forced him down onto the floor with my weight and pulled back again.
"No, see, that's what I mean. Don't open your mouth so much. Do the same thing I'm doing. Gently." I kissed him again and this time felt his lips part under mine just a bit, letting my tongue slide in. I felt his hand move down to my back, and he held me more gently as we made out on the floor.
"Good," I breathed, taking my weight off of him. His eyes had closed. I brushed my fingers over his chin as we kissed, sliding my hand down his neck and feeling his thick, muscular chest. God I had been wanting to do that all day. I felt the curve of his rounded pecs, and followed them down to his firm abdominal muscles as they flexed underneath me.
"Wow, you are good at that," he said softly. I grinned and swung my leg over, straddling him and planting both palms on his chest, pushing him down again with my weight.
"Thanks," I said. "I'm an experienced trainer." He smiled and I kissed him again. As my tongue touched his I started to unbutton his shirt, and he reached for my hand to stop me. I caught his hand in mine as he reached; he resisted for a moment but then let me press his wrist slowly but firmly back onto the floor. I held him there while I finished unbuttoning his shirt with my other hand. I could feel my cock, which was already hard, getting even harder with anticipation as I held him down, unbuttoning him.
Then I rolled off of him so that I could get a better look at his now exposed torso. His bronze skin glowed softly in the dim light of the room's lamp. I watched his smooth, defined chest as it rose and fell as he breathed. Danny lay stunned for a moment, but then began to stir.
"I don't think we should..." he began, looking at me, starting to get up. I stood up faster, and held out a hand. He didn't take it, determined to stand up on his own. But almost as soon as he was on his feet he lost his balance, and as he fell I deflected his bulk to the side. He landed on the bed instead of the floor again.
"It's okay," I said, flopping next to him and kissing his lips again. He responded feebly, but still kissed me back and even put his hand gently behind my head. He seemed to like this! I ran my hand over his now bare stomach, feeling each muscle pulse under my fingers. He seemed to relax as we kissed, and I slid my hand further down his stomach, feeling the soft trail of fur on his abdomen and following it under his belt.
Danny gasped but I kissed him harder as my hand slid into his underwear and found his cock, which was hardening. And as I wrapped my fingers around his cock I could feel him getting even harder, filling my hand, despite his protests.
"Stop," he breathed, unconvincingly.
"Really?" I said, and gave his cock a gentle stroke. (He was rock-hard now.) He let out a little moan and went limp, his arms falling to the bed. I pumped his cock again and he moaned again, letting me jerk him off.
I lay next to him, propped on one elbow, rhythmically stroking him with my free hand as he lay on the bed. I watched his eyes close and his lips part, breathing in time to each little shock of sensation that my fingers sent through him.
I paused to remove his belt, unbutton his pants, and get him free of his boxers. He looked up at me for a moment, and I fixed him with a level gaze as I gently pulled out his cock. It was easily 8 inches long, and quite thick. He looked maybe a little confused, maybe a little bit resigned. It seemed like he was about to say something but I brushed my fingers over his now bare, hard cock again and he just sighed and laid back.
I lay next to him for some time, stroking his thick cock a little faster, and a little bit more firmly. His breathing was becoming shallower and faster, too, and soon I could see from his tensing abdomen and arching back that he was getting close.
The tip of his penis oozed pre-cum as I jerked him off, and I let it wet my hand and slide over his cock head. Almost as soon as he felt my now-slick fingers sliding around his thick cock, he moaned even louder. I pumped faster, gripping his swelling cock in my wet fist.
Then Danny arched his back, grabbed two fistfuls of the bedspread, and came with a gasp, hard.
A thick white stream of cum shot out of his cock, splashing all the way up his chest. I kept milking the cum out of him, feeling his cock pulse in my grasp. Splash after splash of it jetted out of him, landing on his stomach and pooling there between his muscles as they flexed with his orgasm.
He kept on cumming for what seemed like forever. I kept sending little aftershocks through him with my fist, watching his body spasm each time I stroked him. Finally he was finished and we just lay there, his cock soaked and softening in my hand. After a few more minutes his breathing leveled out and I could tell he was asleep.
Tired and horny, I lay on my back next to Danny and unbuttoned my own shirt and pants. The zipper was already stretched to bursting with my 7.5 inch cock behind it, which had been hard from the moment I had touched him. I pulled my cock out and began jerking myself off, the feel of Danny's lips burning in my memory. I was so wound up that I came before too long, splattering my chest and making a bit of a mess on Danny's bedspread.
Then I lay there.
I woke up in my own bed when the alarm went off the next morning. Danny was already awake, looking fresh and ready for another day of training. With a pang I realized what we had done, but he was just bustling around the room, whistling, acting like nothing had happened at all. Just two company men working together. Maybe he had been too drunk to remember?
"How did you sleep?" he asked cheerfully.
"Very well, thanks," I said, smiling.
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