As I awoke, it took just a few seconds to reconcile where I was. I turned my head and saw Steve, still asleep, gently snoring, his impressive cock in a state of morning wood. It took all of my will power to resist uncovering his meat and going to town on it. But time was short, we were due in meetings within the hour, and I was really hoping for a more leisurely session that evening.
I quietly rolled out of bed, snuck over to my bedroom, and slipped on a t-shirt, shorts, and my New Balance shoes before heading to the fitness room for a quick two miles on the treadmill. I worked out distractedly, pondering whether Steve would want to continue our bi explorations, or would he consider it a one time thing.
When I returned, I dropped my sweaty clothes on my bed, strolling into the bathroom to shower. Steve was just emerging, naked and dripping wet. He came towards me, pulling me close in a 'bro hug.' We held the hug for a second, our cocks bumping, as his hand caressed my ass in a way that told me he wanted more, too.
"You smell great," I said, as our eyes met.
"So do you!" He answered, "Like sex!"
Smiling, I let my hand brush over his cockhead as I moved to the shower.
Not wanting to be the last to arrive for our meetings, we rushed to get dressed, headed to the car, and sped to the plant where the team was convening.
The day dragged on. Steve and I were assigned to separate break-out groups, but I saw that he was partnered with the local plant manager, Phillippe, who had mentored me as a new hire. I was glad that someone was helping 'the new guy' but I was not a big fan of Phillippe after he had recruited away my maintenance engineer with an overly generous job offer. Our relationship was strained since that maneuver.
At lunch, Steve and I joined up at the cafeteria line, and I asked how he was doing.
"Hard to concentrate," he sighed, "I'm fucking horny for your cock!"
"Great minds think alike," I replied, as we searched for a table.
As we sat, Phillippe and another manager joined us. I glanced at Phillippe and noticed how tired and worn out he looked, probably some drama going on in his life. I had heard through the rumor mill that he had some sort of messy break-up. We said little to each other, as all conversation was directed at the whole group. Lunch couldn't end soon enough, and we went back to our meetings.
The day's meetings ended by 4pm, and we all met up at the local steakhouse for our one company-sponsored meal. Steve and I squeezed into a booth next to each other, our legs touching. I felt my cock stirring just from his proximity. We both inhaled our meals and, when one of the VP's asked if we wanted to join him and some of our co-workers for drinks, Steve and I declined, making the excuse that we had to work up notes from the day's meetings for our teams back home.
I drove back to the apartment, stopping briefly so I could get snacks at a convenience store and Steve could grab allergy meds. Once inside, went separate directions, as I dropped the snacks in the kitchenette and he took his pharmacy bag into his room. When I turned the corner towards the bedrooms, he was there, reaching out and pulling me close...dropping to his knees...and unbuckling my khakis...unzipping the fly...sliding them down...and pulling my erection into his mouth.
I was swooning with pleasure as my friend worshipped my cock, but I wanted to prolong the ecstacy. I reached down and guided Steve to his feet.
"Let's shower," I whispered, my mouth dry and head spinning.
We finished disrobing as the water warmed up and slipped into the allover shower. I pulled him to me, our heads on each other's shoulders, and we slowly started swaying, grinding together, our cocks at attention now, our chests pressed tight, hands around each other.
We separated and he grabbed the liquid soap, sharing some with me, then filling his hand. I started lathering his chest as Steve dropped his soapy hand to cradle my balls, slowly stroking my cock. My hands slid down to his cock, balls...returning the pleasure. Our moans echoed in the shower stall.
