James clicked the "Leave Meeting" icon, gently closed his laptop, turned his desk chair toward the window behind him, and gazed at the snowy New England scene developing outside the plant.
The unexpected video conference with co-worker (and friend with benefits) Steve had brought shocking news that Steve was resigning his position as the California plant manager and taking over ownership of his wife's family's business in Tennessee. Her father had decided to retire and she was his only child. Steve wanted to tell James first, but wasn't going to notify the company yet, in the event something went sideways with the move.
James began to recall the last time Steve and he were together, three months earlier, at the company's September plant managers meetings. Since Steve and James were the only two participants who had to travel, from California and Massachusetts respectively, the company let them stay in an Airbnb condo owned by a senior VP.
His mind wandered to the last night of their stay. After grabbing a quick bite to eat, they hit the fitness room at the condo complex, then, as James started to feel a hamstring tighten, headed back to their shared condo. It was a two bedroom unit that shared a bathroom/shower. Over the previous two nights, they had only slept in Steve's bedroom, after they had first become intimate.
James limped into his room, pulling his T-shirt off, planning on stripping for the shower, but Steve quickly caught up, guiding him to the bed.
"James, let's ice your hammie first, then the heat from the shower. I used to get sore hamstrings all the time when I played baseball in college I can make it feel better."
Steve ran to the kitchen for a big bowl of ice and a plastic bag with more ice. He rolled James onto his tummy and began using the bag to massage the sore spots.
James felt his legs relax and moaned with pleasure from Steve's strong hands.
"I can tell this is working," Steve said, as he worked up and down both legs with the ice. "Let's work on your glutes a bit, too..." Steve eased James's running shorts over his juicy bubble butt and off completely.
"I don't remember complaining that my glutes were bothering me, " said James, as he saw both his shorts and undies and Steve's t-shirt get tossed aside.
"Complaining?" asked Steve.
James answered by spreading his legs just enough so that Steve saw an opportunity to climb on the bed and kneel between them. Steve began massaging the sexy hairy ass of his friend, then gently running his thumbs closer and closer to the crack where the thickest hair gathered, then ran one down, down to James's tight hole.
James first felt Steve gently but firmly massaging his hole, causing tingles of pleasure throughout his groin. He grabbed an ice cube and gently rimmed his friend with it. Then the sensation of Steve's whiskered face on his sweaty back sent the pleasure throughout his body. In one motion, Steve slid out of his shorts, gently laying his hardness between James's cheeks, letting his full weight rest on his friend.
James rocked under Steve, his cock pressed into the comforter. He felt Steve's large, soft balls rub his ass, Steve's cock leaking precum in his crack. He began to wonder if Steve wanted to fuck him...and also whether he wanted it, too. His only concern was Steve's girth.
Steve relieved James's trepidation when he moved off James, lying next to him so they faced each other. As if they were a married couple making love for the thousandth time, they pulled each other close and kissed...despite all the other things they had done the previous two nights, it was their first kiss...a deep, passionate meeting of lips, tongues...eyes closed, giving themselves to the other.
The two men pressed closer still, hands gliding over each other, legs intertwining, hips undulating. James felt Steve's hard cock against him, and moved to make both cocks touch. James found Steve's nipple, twisting, tugging as he kissed deeper, tongues jousting, then caressing.
Moans, the creaking bed, the sound of hairy legs rubbing, and soft wet kissing filled the room. Steve moaned even louder still, and, as James felt him thrust, he guessed why. James reached down to take Steve's cock, stroking it against his own. James ran his thumb over the top of his own drooling cock, then used his precum as lubrication, circling Steve's crown...one way...then the other...then down to his sweet spot, just under Steve's cumhole.
Steve's eyes opened wide as he let out a deep guttural moan, and James knew his friend was about to cum. He wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks, and rocked back and forth with his own tool, sliding it up and down Steve's shaft. James then felt Steve's cock spasm..and his hot cum bursting on their skin. The first hot spurt on James's cock was enough to send him over the edge, as he gently bit Steve's lower lip, their eyes locked...their seering jizz mixing between their tightly pressed bodies.
They kissed, snuggled, and held each other some more. James then whispered softly, "Steve, I hope you know, understanding all in our lives, that I love you!"
Steve smiled, pulled James back to him, kissing him again. "I love you, too, James."
As he snapped back to the present, James felt a sense of loss and loneliness thinking about Steve's exit from his company, and potentially his life. A lot had changed in the three months since they had been together.
In October, James and his wife had separated. She had spent the summer caring for her ill mother in Maine. When James returned from his business trip, she was sitting at the table, waiting for him, to tell him she was going to return to Maine for good. She didn't want to be married any longer; her life needed to be devoted to her mother. And James made no argument. He couldn't move to Maine, he had invested too much into his career with the company. The divorce papers were filed, and the process would be complete by the new year.
At Thanksgiving, his daughter announced she was accepting a job in New York City. She had been on her own for a few years, but still lived in Massachusetts at the time. And the final straw was his youngest son's decision to join the accounting firm in Philadelphia, where his oldest son had become a partner.
Just as Steve was making a major change in his career, James felt like he needed to make a leap. He began analyzing his options.
The following week James saw a video conference invitation pop into his email from his boss soon after he arrived at the plant. He had expected the invite - his boss would want to talk about Steve's exit and the process for replacing him. After hearing of Steve's planned departure, James had decided how he wanted to take control of the situation and make some changes in his life.
"Good morning, boss. I was wondering when I'd hear from you. And before you start, I have a request for you. I want to take over Steve's plant. Move me to California, and I'll help find someone to run my plant here in Massachusetts."
The VP was caught by surprise, but he saw the logic in the request. Other than Steve, no one knew the California operation better than James. And he would be around to mentor his replacement in Massachusetts. But it still took a week for the leadership to agree to the proposal.
With just a week left before Steve's exit, it was decided that James would be sent to work with Steve before he left the company. However, a surprise winter storm whittled the time they would have together down to one day, as long as the airports stayed opened.
Steve had seemed genuinely excited at both the prospect of seeing James again and the opportunity to turn his plant over to his former mentor. Steve and his wife, Val, had already sold their house. At the moment, she was back in Tennessee, settling their teenagers in and finding a home. So Steve invited James to share the hotel room he and Val rented.
Steve met James at the airport, dressed casually in shorts and a t-shirt. James pulled him close, hugging him tightly enough to feel Steve's impressive package. He was already thinking about going down on Steve like he did the first time they were together. It was evident that Steve had something similar in mind by the way he was rubbing James's thigh, caressing his bulge as he drove to the hotel.
As soon as they got to the room, James pushed Steve back on the bed and began to pull his shorts down. Just as Steve's fat drooling cock breached his underwear, his cell phone went off.
"It's Val," said Steve, with a concerned look on his face. James could only hear Steve's side of the conversation. "Already? Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Yeah, we just got to the room. Yeah, almost. Ok, we'll be there when you get in. I love you, too"
As he hung up, shaking his head, Steve broke the news to James, "Val wasn't flying in until tomorrow, but she had to catch an earlier flight to beat a developing storm. She's landing in an hour so we have to get back to the airport!"
Steve pulled himself together, grabbed a jacket to carry in front of him, to cover up for the outline of his hard cock, and he headed out the door with a disappointed James following. James felt that his last opportunity to make love to Steve again was out the door, too.
Steve was noticeably quiet from the hotel room, down the elevator, to the parking lot. James wondered if he was also lamenting the lost opportunity, or even contemplating finding a way for them to be alone. He was not prepared for Steve's disclosure.
"James, Val knows about us." Steve said, as he maneuvered the car towards the airport. He said it in a way that was not panicked, nor desperate for help. To James, his friend sounded relieved, not that Val knew about their relationship, but that now James knew that Val was aware. James felt confused.
"How...uh...how long has she known...er how did she find out?" James stammered.
"I told her, maybe a month ago." Steve took a deep breath as he began to tell how their secret came out.
