Every now and then I have these fantasies. They involved me and another guy, sometimes more than one. I never think too much about it. I usually have the fantasies lying in bed in the morning. I'd think what it would be like to take another man's cock in my mouth and suck it until he came. I also wondered what it would be liked to have another man fuck my ass. I've never followed up on these fantasies. Well, actually once I put an add on Craigslist offering to suck another man's cock. But I never followed up with any of the emails I received. I guess I was a bit nervous about acting on my fantasy.
A few weeks ago I was traveling on business and staying at an upscale hotel in downtown Denver. It was a very nice hotel, one with a complete gym. After my meetings one afternoon, I headed to the gym for a workout. I'm not a gym rat, but am in pretty decent shape. And to be truthful, I have often fantasized about "accidentally" exposing myself to women or men. And I admit this is a fantasy I have acted on, but never successfully. But I had no such thing in mind this particular day. My plan was simple: a quick workout, shower, a drink in the bar and than dinner. I figured to turn in early and catch an early flight in the morning. It turned out; I was the only one in the gym.
I was almost finished with my workout when this guy came in. He was about my size, in better shape, and admittedly, handsome. I was sitting on a bench across from one of the pulley/weight machines doing some curls with a dumbbell. He did some stretching exercises than came over to the machine across from me. Straddling the bench he reached up for a cross bar and started to do some shoulder exercises, his hands and arms stretched above his head. He was wearing an old Key West tee-shirt and baggy shorts. As I looked across at him my eyes focused on the shorts. The openings around the thighs were pulled away from his legs. That's when I noticed, peeking out from beneath the shorts was the cut head of his cock. He apparently was not wearing underwear. I quickly looked up and saw that he was looking at me. I don't know for how long he was looking at me, but he was smiling. I nodded hello, and continued my workout.
When I finished my workout, out of curiosity, I walked around the gym to pass by the guy in the baggy shorts. Sure enough, he was lying on a bench working his chest, the head of his cock still visible. As I got to the door he finally spoke, "Have a good evening," he called.
"Thanks, you too," I replied. That was the extent of our conversation. I returned to my room and jumped in the shower. The muscles in my upper back and neck were really tight from the workout. I was hoping the hot water would loosen them up. It didn't. I was still sore. Since it was pretty warm outside I put on a pair of shorts, a polo shirt and sandals and headed to the bar.
As I rode down in the elevator I thought back to the guy exposing himself in the gym. I'd have to remember that. I could easily do the same thing, for men and women. I was sure I had baggy shorts. As I mentioned, exhibitionism was another one of my fantasies. I'd always think about it, even set is up on occasion. I'd try to do the routine flashes. You know, the basic hotel maid thing, or leaving the blinds/curtains open in a motel with a window to the parking lot and people randomly passing by. The thing was, just like having sex with another man, it was really just a fantasy. I'd always back out. I'd open the blinds but than stay dressed, or back in the darkness of the room. I'd put myself in the position but try too hard to control it, waiting for the perfect moment that would never come. I couldn't just let it go. I couldn't stay naked in the room with the curtains opened, or for that matter, actually answer the replies to my Craigslist add. I'd take my fantasy just so far, than get cold feet. But still, I thought the baggy pants thing was good. I'd just have to convince myself to do it and not back out. But I knew I could never fulfill these fantasies. I could not let go when the time came. With that, the guy in the gym passed from my mind. I was hoping a drink would help relax my neck and back.
The bar was pretty much empty. It was still early in the evening so I wasn't surprised. The bartender was an older guy, friendly enough, but not a great conversationalist. I knew that from previous visits. I ordered my typical, an Irish whiskey with a bit of ice and was sitting quiet sipping it when I felt another presence. It was the guy from the gym. He sat one stool away from me at the bar. Other than a quick glance, I really didn't pay him any mind.
A good three to four minutes passed before he spoke. "I recognize you from the gym, did you have a good workout."
I turned to answer. He was dressed much like me with shorts, a camp shirt and loafers without socks. "Yeah, not bad, although I'm still a bit sore from it, I think I need to exercise more." I smiled and turned back to my drink.
"I don't know," He replied. "You look like you're in pretty good shape to me."
With that we actually began to have a conversation. First we discussed our travel and business, and then moved on to where we were from and our families. I'm divorced, he was married.
By now I was finishing my second drink. But the conversation was good. Sometimes spending a lot of time away from home it's good to talk to people, even if they are strangers. The bartender had been no help, so talking to this guy was good. I downed the remainder of my drink and ordered a third.
When the bartender placed the drink in front of me I tried to stretch my neck and back. "Damn, it's going to be a long trip tomorrow."
"So, you're headed out tomorrow and your muscles are still aching." He smiled, but seemed sympathetic. "I've done that myself, travel in pain. It's not pleasant. Maybe I can help."
Even after the two whiskeys that caught my attention. I turned full toward him on my stool. "What do you mean," I asked.
"Well, a number of years ago I took a couple of classes in massage. Nothing fancy, just some basic techniques." He moved onto the stool that separated us. "I've continued to do massages for my friends, mostly backrubs for the guys I play golf with. And occasionally I'll do a complete massage for my wife. She loves it. It's nothing sexual, just a muscle relaxing thing."
"So," I said, a bit confused. "You want to give me a backrub here in the bar?" I was more than hesitant; we were sitting in a bar in a downtown Denver hotel. I was sure getting my neck and shoulders massaged by another guy at the bar would look just a little weird. But than again, I had already had two whiskeys and my shoulders, back and neck were still very tight and sore.
"No, not here," He replied. "We could go to one of our rooms. You take you shirt off and I'll have your neck and back feeling better in no time at all."
