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 4 (written by Fireboy) ==================================================================
Danny was pretty quiet the next morning, and I started to worry for the first time about how much trouble he could make for me at work if he wanted to. Of course, saying anything would probably get us both fired, but he was young and may not have realized the implications.
We headed to the final training session without saying much of anything to each other.
The last day of training concluded with a workshop that Danny ran completely on his own. This was one of the key things that would show me that he was ready to be a team leader, and I thought he did very well. The trainees liked him, he answered their questions, and he knew the material cold. His workshop lasted until early evening.
When he was done, Danny excused himself to go out for the night while I wrapped up the event. The trainees were now "graduated", and were ready to go back to their home territory and sell product. I gave out their certificates, shook their hands, and all but patted them on the head. By the time the last one left for their flights home I was sweaty and exhausted.
Returning to the room after a quick dinner, I was surprised to find Danny already back. He was sitting on his bed reading a book, naked except for a bath towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed that he had stripped all the covers off his bed, leaving only the sheet that he was sitting on top of.
"Well hey, I didn't think you'd be back so soon," I said, hanging up my jacket. "Not going out for one last night before you go home?" Danny looked up from his book.
"Nah, I'm beat," he said. "I thought I'd come back here and relax instead. To be honest I didn't think you'd be back either. I ordered one of those in-room massages. It sounded sweet in the brochure."
"Nice!" I exclaimed. "Well I can clear out of here when the masseuse arrives. What time is your appointment?"
"Appointment?" Danny asked, confused. "I just left her a message on the gym's voicemail downstairs a few minutes ago. I figured she'd come up." He put his book down.
"Oh, no," I said, shaking my head. "That's not how it works. I got one when I was here last year. You have to get on her calendar, she's pretty busy. They're usually booked for the day by lunch, so by now she'd be out at appointments. She won't get your message until tomorrow at this rate."
Danny looked crestfallen, and didn't say anything for a while. I kicked off my shoes, then took my shirt off and hung it up in the closet.
"Man, that sucks," he said with a sigh. "I was looking forward to getting a massage. I've only had one before but it was..." he trailed off. "It felt good," he finished, sheepishly.
"Maybe you can get one in the morning before your flight home?" I suggested. "If you just call first thing in the morning---"
"Nah," Danny said. "I couldn't relax before a flight anyway. It really should have been tonight." The worried look returned to his face. "I'm such an idiot, why don't I think these things through?" He slumped down onto the bed, looking dejected.
I stopped packing for a moment, a small shiver running through me as I considered the possibilities.
"Well," I began, "I could do it." I looked at him. "If you want."
"You could do... what?" he asked, looking perplexed.
"Give you a massage," I said. "I took a few workshops in college, and I used to be pretty good at it. There was a time when my work was quite in demand, as I recall. Anyway it's a good skill to have for 'the ladies'." I smirked at him.
"You are joking!" Danny laughed nervously. I could tell that he was thinking about what we had done last night. I certainly was.
"Nope! Deadly serious," I said. "Anyway I've got nothing better to do. I was probably just going to watch HBO all night. Cmon, lay down and I can give you a sample. Free of charge!"
"You are messing with me," he said, but he did as I asked, scooting down so that he was laying flat on his back on the bed. The towel bunched up awkwardly around his hips.
"You'll see," I said. "I think I saw some massage oil in the toiletry basket. Be right back."
I ducked into the bathroom and grabbed a girly-sounding tube of massage oil from the row of little bottles on the counter top. It was lavender-scented; not entirely appropriate for Danny, but it would have to do. As I returned from the bathroom I flicked the room's thermostat to its maximum setting. Heat began to fill the room quickly, counter-acting the air-conditioned chill.
When I returned to the room Danny was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes wide. I walked around to the near side of the bed and knelt on the floor next to him.
"Okay okay, don't be nervous," I said. "It won't work unless you can relax." I poured some of the massage oil into my hands and rubbed my palms together to warm them up. "Maybe you should close your eyes."
Danny took a breath and did as I suggested, closing his eyes and then exhaling slowly. I leaned forward and put my fingertips on his chest, rubbing into his thick pectoral muscles. I was gentle at first, but then applied more pressure as I pushed my palms into his chest and slid his muscles slowly back and forth to loosen them.
As I worked I couldn't help but look over him. His eyes were still closed, his face relaxed and expressionless for the first time since I'd met him. His smooth, bronze chest rose and fell with his breathing, pressing softly up against my hands as I massaged his muscles. I wanted to lean down and kiss him right then, but I didn't dare.
First I did the right side, then the left, working my way across his chest. I moved on to his arm muscles, which were so big I could barely get my own large hands over them. I squeezed his left deltoids rhythmically, working the knots out of them before moving further down to those bulging biceps.
Danny's eyelids flickered and he sighed as I put more pressure on him. I felt a knot of tense muscle in his bicep under my fingers and gradually increased the force on it even more. Danny's arm straightened involuntarily and he winced a little.
"Breathe into it," I said, "slowly." He inhaled slowly and I held the pressure on his arm, waiting for the knot to let go. I kept holding it, absent-mindedly running my other hand lightly down Danny's chest and stomach, feeling his exposed abdomen. He didn't stop me.
He kept up the slow breathing and eventually the knot released, finally letting my fingertips sink into his softening bicep muscle. He sighed again as I slid my hand down, massaging his forearm. Then I moved to his other arm and began again.
"Ungh, that felt really good," he said. "I didn't even know I had a knot there until you got rid of it."
"You see, I know what I'm doing," I said with a smile. He shifted a little bit on the bed, sliding a little bit closer to me. His arm was just slightly touching my stomach as I leaned over him.
"Jim?" he asked.
"Yeah, Danny?"
"How did I do this week? With training, I mean."
"I thought you did very well," I replied, truthfully. "You certainly know your stuff. When it's time for you to run these events on your own, you'll do fine."
"So do you think I'll get the team lead promotion after this?"
I stopped rubbing. "So you knew about that, eh?" I asked. "You knew I was considering you?"
"Well," Danny said. He opened his eyes and looked at me as I leaned over him, seeming slightly abashed. "I'd heard that you would be picking someone this week, but you've been here with me the whole time so I figured I must be the candidate. Is it me?"
"Yeah, it's you," I said. Then it hit me. The flirting, the kissing, the shower. "So I guess that explains why you've been so... friendly with me this whole week." I went cold, even in the growing heat of the room. I felt like a fool.
"No! I mean," he said, stammering and leaning forward as if to get up. "What I mean is, I didn't... it's not..." he flopped back down.
"Out with it, kiddo," I demanded. He sighed.
"Kathy and I are friends from when she was in the Denver office," he confessed. "She told me she'd help me get the promotion. I thought she meant that she'd like, pass you my resume or something." He chuckled. "I was confused when she booked us in a room together, but when I saw you looking at me in the shower on the first night, I realized what she must have been up to."
"That devious little bitch!" I said ruefully. "Well she does know my type, I'll give her that." I took my hands away and started to get up. "Well you've got the job. You don't need to pretend to like my massages."
"Wait!" Danny said, grabbing my wrist in one of his big hands as I tried to stand. "You don't have to stop. I mean," he paused. "I don't want you to stop," he finished quietly. He sighed. "I guess I've screwed this up, too."
I looked at him. His strong fingers were still grasping my forearm. He looked straight into my eyes. The worried look had returned to his soft face. I felt a blush of heat in my cheeks as I looked at him, lying there in front of me. I knelt back down. He let go, looking relieved.
"So what really happened after karaoke the other night?"
"Well I was really drunk," he said defensively. "And you were an asshole. I remember that much. But then you really were a good kisser. It felt... good."
"Uh huh. And the shower last night?" I asked.
"That was hot as hell," he said with a grin. "I mean, I've never been with a guy before and it's not really my thing. But the way you... the way we..." he blushed. "Nobody's made me feel like that before. It was..." he trailed off.
"Okay, okay," I said, laughing. "Anyway I'm through here. Roll over and I'll do your back." Danny flashed his goofy smile and wriggled onto his stomach, ignoring the towel as it fell away from him.
The room had gotten hot enough that I was starting to sweat a little, the droplets standing out on my bare chest and tensed arms. Danny was propped on his elbows laying on the bed before me, his round, tight ass tantalizingly bare.
I added more oil to my hands and began to rub his thick, powerful shoulders. I had to stand up and lean over him to get a good angle.
"Mmm, that's nice," he said, letting his neck go limp as I worked. I could feel the heat of his body under my hands. I moved my fingers gently down the sides of his neck, thinking as I went about how much I wanted to kiss that spot right behind his ear. I could feel my cock hardening as I thought about him, my nose filling with his scent mixed with the smell of the oil.
In retrospect it felt completely natural to just shuck off my pants, climb onto the bed and keel over his naked ass, almost sitting on him. He started to look back at me as I straddled him in my black briefs, but I just leaned my weight forward and pushed his shoulders onto the bed. His elbows collapsed and his face whumped down onto the bed with a grunt. He closed his eyes and smiled, submitting to me as I held him down.
I moved one hand down his back, rubbing knots out of his defined back muscles as I went. I let the massage oil smooth the friction of my strokes, and in the process I was getting Danny very slick all over.
Eventually I reached his lower back, which I massaged gently with one hand while I continued to gently squeeze the back of his neck with the other. He sighed softly.
I planted my hand on the bed next to him, leaned down, and began to softly kiss Danny's neck. He moaned slightly as I moved my hand down from his lower back and slid it into the middle of his little round butt. He moaned a bit more as my slick fingertip began to explore his hole.
I kissed further down his neck as I fingered him. I knew that he could feel my warm breath on his skin even as he felt me working his ass, loosening him up. I felt the tip of my index finger slide part way into him, and with each little circular motion he took a bit more.
Danny shifted under me, moving his arms above his head and also spreading his legs slightly. Immediately I felt the tension inside him ease, and with a groan my finger slid all the way into him.
"That's very good," I said softly, sliding my finger around inside of him. I found his spot, which had already swelled from his own stiff erection. But instead of massaging it, I pulled my finger out and immediately slid back into him, this time with two fingers.
Danny gasped but took it, more easily this time. I could feel the pressure of his ass around my fingers decreasing a little more. I worked my two fingers into him, pushing against his cock from inside and sending little shivers through him with each caress.
Keeping my fingers inside him, I let my knees slide back and lay down on top of him, making him take most of my weight. I pushed my hips between his legs, spreading them wide open for me. I kept on fingering him like that for a while.
"Well now," I said eventually, "I think you're ready for one last training session."
"Hmmm?" he replied, sleepily. I stopped fingering him and pulled the waistband of my briefs down. This finally freed my stiff cock, which I stroked a few times with my oily hand. It quickly became very slick, and I pressed the tip of it against his loosened hole.
"Wait! Are you going to---" he started to say, squirming. But since I was already lying on top of him he couldn't really squirm much. I pressed even more of my weight down onto him, and then, with an extremely satisfying thrust, I pushed my cock deep into his ass.
Danny let out a small yelp as I buried my cock into him. I moaned also at the sheer sensation of it, and I realized that I had been wanting to fuck him since the moment I saw him. He felt almost painfully tight, even after the time I spent loosening him up. I could tell that he really had never taken a dick before.
"Just relax and take me," was all I could manage to whisper, and he seemed to. I could feel him stop tensing underneath me, and the pressure on my thick cock from his tight ass eased up slightly. I shifted my weight and began to rub my cock against the inside of him rhythmically, making him moan with each slow, gentle little stroke.
"Yeah, I thought you might like that," I said with a smile. I propped myself up on my arms so I could look down at his back as I slowly fucked him. Danny lay beneath me, his skin glowing warmly in the soft lamplight. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, breathing and moaning softly in time with the motions of my cock sliding in and out of him. His arms stretched out over his head, limp.
"Ohhhh, god..." Danny breathed. I put my hands on his waist, holding him in place, and let my rubbing slowly become thrusting. He had stopped struggling by this point. I pushed my cock into him a bit harder and a bit faster, pulling out a bit more each time. After a couple minutes I was drawing the full length of my 7.5 inch cock out of him and then shoving it all the way in to the hilt each time.
Danny winced at this treatment, moving his arms down beside him (which had the effect of flexing those beautiful biceps) and grabbing the sheet in his fists. God he felt tight. I could tell that his own cock was rock hard from the pounding I was giving him.
"Oh goddddd..." Danny whispered again, his voice strained.
"You're doing very well so far, Danny."
"So... far?"
"Oh yes. You're almost there. You're just going to do one more thing for me."
"I..."
I started fucking him even harder now, shifting on top of him so that my cock was shoving straight into his spot with every thrust. I pinned his arms down with my hands, laying the weight of my chest on him and nipping lightly at the back of his neck. Danny grunted under my weight, but he was completely pinned and could now do nothing except just take the fucking I was giving him.
I could feel the heat of my load building up inside me as I got close to cumming. I could feel his ass tightening up as he also got close, his body flushing with heat, his spot swelling as I relentlessly hammered it. He started to moan more, and louder, although I don't think he realized he was doing it.
"Now," I said, whispering into his ear as I lay on top of him, "You're going to cum. Cum for me, Danny."
Danny gasped and arched his back, and I let my thrusts pound into him harder as he flexed one last time. Shivers were going through him like little shock-waves with each motion, his cock rubbing underneath us on the sheet.
"Oh god I'm---" he started to say, and then with a grunt I felt him blow his load, his hard cock under him squirting thick, hot cum into a sticky pool squashed between the sheet and his soft belly. I felt him climax again and again, gushing pulse after pulse out of him with every thrust of my cock.
The thrill of fucking the cum out of him immediately pushed me over the edge. With a growl I buried my cock deep into his ass one last time and let it spray my own hot, sticky load into him. Danny whimpered as my cock swelled even larger, spreading his hole open as I filled him with my cum.
I gasped and coughed at the overwhelming feel of it, still pushing my cock into him a little with each pulse of my orgasm. Danny gasped too, breathless as I held him down and made him take my cum, pulse after pulse of it. He lay there limp underneath me, pinned and helpless as I filled him up.
I felt my strength failing and I gradually relaxed as the orgasm subsided. Eventually I just lay down on top of him, exhausted. I stopped holding him down and we just lay there together. I nosed and kissed the back of Danny's neck gently, my cock still mostly hard inside him.
"That was like nothing I've ever felt before," he whispered, after a few minutes. I kissed his neck again.
"You were very impressive," I breathed into his ear with a small smile. "I can't believe you took me like that."
"I didn't think I could!" he exclaimed, chuckling.
"Well in that case, I'm glad I could persuade you," I said, and gave his ear a playful nip. He laughed softly.
He was gone when I woke up the next morning. He'd had an early flight, I remembered, so he must have left at dawn. I packed my things and caught a cab to the airport. I smiled the whole morning, already planning my next training trip with Danny.
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