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The morning light crept into the room, filtering through the curtains and casting soft shadows across the bed. Brett was the first to stir, his body waking slowly as he blinked into the light. He turned onto his back, the events of the previous night slipping back into his consciousness, lingering in the air between them. Next to him, Shane lay still, eyes closed but awake, his breathing steady and calm, though there was an undeniable tension hanging in the space between them.
When Shane finally opened his eyes, he found Brett already looking at him. The silence stretched for a moment, both of them recalling the intimacy they'd shared, neither eager to be the first to acknowledge it.
"Morning," Brett said, his voice a little rough from sleep, breaking the quiet.
"Morning," Shane replied, his tone cautious, as though testing the waters. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling for a second.
Brett shifted, sitting up slightly. He cleared his throat. "Think we drank a little too much at the bar yesterday?" His question was light, but there was an undercurrent to his words, like he was offering an excuse neither of them truly believed.
Shane shook his head, sitting up as well. "No, I don't think so. I feel fine," he said, meeting Brett's eyes briefly before looking away.
There was an unspoken agreement in the air--it wasn't the alcohol that had led them down the path they'd taken. The night hadn't been blurred by too many drinks; it had been something else entirely. A choice. Something both of them were still grappling with but neither seemed ready to explain away.
Brett shifted again, leaning back against the headboard, stretching his arms over his head as though the weight of the moment could be shrugged off with a casual gesture. "Well," he said, glancing over at Shane, "checkout's at 11."
Shane looked at Brett, and their eyes held for a moment, the weight of the previous night hanging between them like a secret neither was quite ready to voice.
Brett smirked, his tone light but carrying something deeper. "Should we extend the stay for another night?"
Shane didn't hesitate. "Yeah," he said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Let's do it."
They didn't say it outright, but the shared glance that passed between them made it clear--they were leaving the door open, allowing themselves the possibility of exploring whatever it was that had sparked between them the night before.
After they got dressed, the tension between them settled into something easier, almost unspoken, as they made their way down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. They chatted casually, picking at their food and sipping coffee, but the underlying energy remained--charged, waiting. The possibility of what could happen next hummed beneath the surface.
As they finished their meal, Brett stretched again, glancing at his phone. "Alright," he said, standing up. "Let's take care of this."
They walked to the front desk together, the silence between them comfortable now, charged with anticipation. Brett smiled at the receptionist. "We'd like to extend our stay for another night, please."
Shane stood next to him, hands in his pockets, looking calm but undeniably aware of what they were doing. When the receptionist handed over the new room key and confirmed their extended booking, Brett shot a quick glance at Shane, his lips curling into a smile.
"Thanks," Brett said, slipping the key into his pocket before turning to Shane. "Need to get cleaned up. Wanna come shower with me?"
There was a flicker of something in Shane's eyes, but he didn't hesitate. "Yeah," he said simply, his tone light, but the agreement between them was clear.
They walked back to their room in comfortable silence, the tension from earlier evolving into something else entirely--something expectant, unspoken, yet undeniably mutual. When they reached the door, Brett pushed it open, holding it for Shane, and the quiet click of the door shutting behind them marked the beginning of whatever came next.
They stood in the middle of the room, their clothes piled in a heap on the floor, both of them fully undressed, their eyes flickering between each other. The air in the room felt different--thick with the realization that just two days ago, they were nothing more than work acquaintances, two colleagues who might have shared a laugh at the water cooler or talked shop over a coffee break. Now, here they were, standing naked, the vulnerability of their exposed bodies hanging between them like an unspoken truth.
Shane broke the silence first, a wry smile curling at the corner of his lips. "It's kinda strange, huh? Just the day before yesterday, we were basically just work buddies... and now, well..." He gestured vaguely at their current state, his eyes skimming over Brett's muscular frame.
Brett chuckled softly, seeming unbothered, comfortable. "Yeah, but I love it." His tone was casual, but there was a flicker of something more behind his words. "It's so freeing, y'know? Just being naked." He stretched his arms over his head, his broad chest expanding, his confidence radiating through his relaxed posture. "Maybe we should make a rule--whenever we're in this room, we're always naked. Just for the hell of it. Something different."
Shane laughed, the idea sparking something playful in him. "Yeah, I'm good with that. I love being naked too. And being naked with someone else makes it... even more exciting." His voice dropped slightly as he spoke, the words hanging between them in a way that neither of them could quite dismiss.
They walked together toward the bathroom, the sound of their bare feet on the cold tiles soft in the quiet room. Brett reached out to turn the shower on, testing the water with his hand until it was the right temperature. Shane stood just behind him, watching the steam start to rise as droplets hit the tiled walls. His eyes, almost unconsciously, drifted downward, tracing the line of Brett's back, the way his muscles moved under his skin. His gaze paused on Brett's bare ass, noticing the faint tan lines where his shorts must've been. Shane's throat felt suddenly dry, but he quickly averted his gaze, focusing on the now foggy mirror instead, trying to keep his cool.
Brett stepped into the shower first, the water cascading down his body, and Shane followed right behind him. The space was just big enough for both of them, and though they kept things normal, just showering as they usually would, there was an undeniable closeness that neither of them ignored.
Their bodies brushed up against each other occasionally--Brett's arm grazing Shane's side, Shane's leg brushing Brett's. Each time it happened, there was a momentary pause, a slight hitch in their breathing, as if the accidental touches had become something more intentional, something they both wanted but weren't quite ready to name. The water poured down over them, rinsing away the last remnants of the night before, but not the tension that simmered just beneath the surface.
Shane leaned back, the water hitting his chest as he glanced over at Brett again, catching glimpses of his tanned skin glistening under the stream of water, droplets trailing down his toned abs. The casual intimacy of it--just two men standing close, washing off the day--felt like both the most natural thing in the world and something impossibly new at the same time.
As the water cascaded down Brett's body, Shane's gaze wandered lower, catching sight of Brett's feet. Perfect, strong, with those well-shaped toes he had once tasted just hours ago. The memory flashed through Shane's mind, stirring something deep inside him, something that was slowly resurfacing despite his best efforts to push it aside. His heart beat a little faster, watching as the water traced its way down Brett's skin, over his chest, stomach, and finally dripping off those feet that now seemed almost too tempting to ignore.
Brett, oblivious to Shane's internal struggle, was busy lathering himself up, the soap sliding effortlessly over his toned body. He worked it into his muscles, the light sheen of the soap highlighting his defined abs and chest. Then he started to wash his cock. He lathered it up into way more than was necessary. Shane revealed in the moment of watching what was happening. Brett knew he was watching and seemed to enjoy just being in the moment, lathering up his penis while his colleague stood naked next to him, watching every movement. Shane couldn't help but mirror Brett's motions, "washing" his own cock while taking it all in. After a moment, Brett turned slightly, extending the bar of soap toward Shane, a mischievous yet relaxed smile playing on his lips. "Mind washing my back for me?"
Shane swallowed hard, but nodded, taking the soap from Brett's hand, their soapy fingers touching. The weight of this casual request felt like something far more significant as he stepped closer. He rubbed the soap between his hands, working up a good lather before reaching out to touch Brett's back. As his fingers made contact with Brett's warm, wet skin, Shane's movements were slow and deliberate, trailing over his shoulder blades and down his spine, feeling every muscle beneath his fingertips.
He took his time, the act of washing Brett's back becoming more sensual than he had expected. His fingers glided over the soapy surface, but instead of stopping there, Shane moved upward, his hands massaging the tight muscles of Brett's neck and shoulders, kneading them slowly. Brett let out a quiet, almost involuntary moan at the touch, his body relaxing into Shane's hands. The sound sent a ripple through Shane, heightening the intimacy of the moment.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, the only sounds being the rhythmic patter of the water and Brett's occasional soft sighs of contentment. Shane's hands lingered longer than necessary, tracing small circles along Brett's neck, savoring the connection between them.
Then, Brett shifted, turning around with a playful grin. "Alright, your turn," he said, his voice low, as if they both knew there was more to this than just washing each other's backs.
Shane obediently turned, feeling the cool air hit his skin for a brief second before Brett's hands met his back. The same slow, careful attention was now focused on him. Brett's fingers worked their way across Shane's shoulders, down to his lower back, and up again, the pressure just right, more of a massage than a simple wash. Shane closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself feel it--the warmth of Brett's touch, the intimacy of the situation, the lingering tension between them. It was both comforting and electrifying at the same time.
When Brett finished, they stood in the steamy shower for a moment longer, neither of them making any sudden moves. Eventually, Brett reached for the towels hanging nearby, passing one to Shane, who took it wordlessly. They dried themselves off in the bathroom, the air between them now thick with the weight of how easy it was for them to be feeling each other's skin in such an intimate way.
As they wrapped the towels around their waists, Shane noticed that Brett's substantial cock was quite a bit chubbier than normal. He was not surprised to find that he himself had a semi-boner. They exchanged a brief glance--no words, just a mutual understanding. Then, without discussing it, they made their way back to the bedroom together, both knowing that this morning was about to go places neither of them had expected just a couple of days ago. And both men seemed perfectly fine with that.
"Didn't we just say we were gonna be naked? Let's loose the towels," said Brett, undoing his and letting it drop to the floor. He stepped out of it and climbed onto the bed, showing off his backside. "Do I have a sexy ass?" He laughed as he crawled slowly to the top of the bed.
Shane stared at him and then said softly, "Very sexy." He meant it.
Brett smiled and rolled over onto his back. His now softer cock flopped onto his stomach. "Your turn."
Shane felt a weird tinge of shyness, as Brett was staring at him, but dropped the towel to the floor immediately and climbed onto the bed next to Brett, rolling over onto his back as he reached the top.
Brett playfully tapped his left foot against Shane's right. "Sexy foot"
"Yours too," replied Shane.
"Loved the taste, I have to say."
"Oh yeah... yours were pretty tasty too"
Both guys laughed and then became silent, playing footsie for a few moments.
Brett started playing with his dick and balls while staring at Shane's feet. Shane started doing the same and both men became started getting harder almost immediately. They lay there for a while, allowing their horniness take over, both masturbating and pleasuring themselves. Both the guy's cocks were really hard now and they made no effort to cover up that they were looking intently at the way the other way working their dick. Their breathing became shallow and the odd moan escaped each man's lips.
Then Brett spoke: "You ever wanked another guy off before?"
"I did once. Way back in school. Was with a friend at a sleepover."
"Sounds fun."
"It was," smiled Shane, glancing at Brett, knowing what he was about to ask next. The thought of it excited him immensely.
"Should we jerk each other off? Just for the hell of it."
"Yeah, why not? No-one else is gonna find out."
"Yeah," said Brett, as he reached over. Shane removed his hand from his dick and Brett took a hold of it at the base. The feeling of having Brett's manly hand on his penis was amazing to Shane. He breathed in deeply and moaned as Brett began running his hand up and down over his penis. Brett seemed immediately drawn to his foreskin and rubbed it between his fingers, letting the pre-cum coat his fingertips before continuing to jerk Shane off.
Shane watched intently for a moment, just taking the image in of his work colleague lying next to him completely naked with his hand on his penis, pleasuring him. What a moment.
Then Shane turned his attention to Brett's cock. He reached over with his right hand and took grasp of the hard, firm, throbbing penis. Brett let out a groan and breathed out deeply. Shane couldn't believe how incredibly soft and velvety the skin felt in his hand. He rubbed his fingers all over the large head, feeling the soft fleshy skin, feeling the warm, glistening wetness that was forming at the tip. Moving his thumb back, a thing string of the pre-cum bridged his finger and the penis he was busy pleasuring.
Brett was in heaven. His emotions and physical feelings were all heightened as he watched his friend massaging his dick. He kept looking from his own to Shanes, taking it all in. Shane glanced at Brett and they both gave a knowing smile at how great this current situation was. Both wanted more, but both were nervous to step even further over the lines that had already been crossed. Neither wanted the other to feel that the next step might be a step too far. So they just continued as they were. The warmth of the other's dick in their hand was enough for now. It was such an incredibly sensual, male bonding moment that they knew that from now on, they would always be more than co-workers. They would always be able to pleasure themselves in front of each other, as well as put their hands on each other.
Neither of the men felt gay in that moment. Not that it mattered. It was not about labels, but rather about two men, simply enjoying the company of another man. Giving another human being pleasure and happiness. Two seemingly straight bros being intimate with each other, completely naked and just simply in the moment, allowing things happen as they did and not giving a damn about the outside world.
As their hands roamed, they explored each other's groin areas. The pubic hair that both men sported, the length of each other's cocks, the soft, hanging balls, the inner thighs. Their skin felt like it was on fire. Light electricity flowing through every part of them.
Brett started to move his hand faster and Shane followed his actions.
"This is so good. You enjoying it?" Asked Brett, his voice soft and raspy.
"Very much so," replied Shane.
"Are you... getting close?"
"I'm definitely getting there, yes."
"Nice. I want you to cum."
"You cum first. I came first yesterday," said Shane, wanting to avoid being the first one with post-nut clarity. He wanted to enjoy seeing Brett's full orgasm in all its glory before cumming himself.
"Okay. Go a little faster then. And squeeze a little tighter."
Shane did as he was told and started moving his tightened grip faster, up and down, up and down...
A large drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of Brett's penis and Shane instinctively wiped at it with his thumb. He loved the reactions that his movements caused on the man lying next to him. Brett started to tense up as he closed his eyes and stretched his legs out, his toes curling over as he started to feel a huge orgasm approaching.
"Yeah, that's it. Don't stop," he panted out, barely audible between his labored breaths.
Shane couldn't wait to see what was next and he was not disappointed. Brett moaned loudly and squeezed Shane's penis hard as he started to climax, sending three big ropes of cum shooting out of his cock in one second increments. His stomach twitched and Shane could feel each and every pulse shooting through Brett's penis. Warm cum ran down his fingers and dripped down onto Brett's stomach, just below his fuzzy naval.
In the clutches of the orgasm, Brett had simply held onto Shane's penis, not moving his hand, unable to, as he experienced one of the biggest flushes of ecstasy that he had had in years. Shane glanced at his own cock, the head looking swollen from Brett's tight grip on it.
He could feel his own orgasm was not far off. Brett settled a bit, and then commenced with jerking Shane off. Shane moved his hand slowly over the messy cock, smearing it with the cum it had just squirted out, sending shovers through Brett as he did. Shane stared at his own hand, wrapped around the penis and wet with the warm cum of his friend.
The sight was so erotic and sent him over the edge. He started spasming as he felt the orgasm take over his body, causing him to arch his back and let everything go. It engulfed him and he shot a few long and satisfying blasts onto his body. Brett continued moving his hand, slower now, allowing Shane to experience the joy of release he had just gone through seconds earlier. As Shane's climax subsided, they removed their cum drenched hands from each other's cocks and put them on their own, mixing their cum onto their dicks and enjoying the final few fleeting moments of pleasure.
Brett was the first to let go of his penis and drop his left hand to his side. Shane did the same and their cum-filled hands lay against each other. Brett moved his hand and intertwined his fingers with Shane's. The sounds of wet cum between their hands was the only thing that could be heard as they rubbed their palms together slowly.
"Damn, that was really good. Can't believe we've jerked each other off," said Brett and he started laughing.
"It was amazing, yes," replied Shane, joining in on the laugh.
Brett released his hand and raised it into the air in front of his face, examining it. "Didn't expect to ever have your cum on me," he said smiling.
"Well... you had your cum on me yesterday already," grinned Shane.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, when you came, you shot a drop onto my upper arm."
"Oh really? Wow."
"Yeah. And can I tell you a secret?" Said Shane, wondering if he should say it.
"I'm listening..."
"I tasted it while you had your eyes closed."
"You lie!" Brett replied in a jovial tone.
"No, I'm serious..." said Shane, looking a little shy now.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I felt... I don't know. Thought you might think I was a weirdo or something."
"Oh please! Well then, it's only fair that I have a taste. I've only ever tasted mine. You know, for science," he laughed. Shane laughed back, as Brett looked at his fingers as though choosing the best bit to try. Once chosen, he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip against his knuckle where shane's cum had run down and took a small lick of the clear substance. Licking his lips and considering the taste, he said: "Hmm... Not bad."
"Well, I'm glad you like it."
"Hope mind was okay."
"It was very sexy and tasted good in fact."
"Nice!"
Brett dropped his hand to his side once more and both men took a deep breath, relaxing in the afterglow of a great shared orgasm.
"I'm glad we're staying over tonight. Cause I've got a few things I might wanna try. If you're up for it, that is?" Said Brett, finally.
"I am most definitely up for some more exploration. This is a shit loada fun, actually. So exciting."
"Yeah... And so much better than wanking alone."
"Oh yes! I think you've spoiled solo jerking off for me now," chuckled Shane.
"Well, thankfully you won't have to, as I have a feeling we will be doing this quite a few more times in future."
"Oh, you know it!" replied Shane, happy to hear that they were on the same page. Talking like this was becoming less awkward and a whole lot easier now and Shane liked that. He was feeling braver as they went on. And it seemed like Brett was feeling the same, his next comment confirming that fact.
"On our way on to the conference, I saw a sex shop down the road. I think we should make our way there later and see what they have in store. Been wanting to buy a Fleshlight for some time and if we can find one, maybe we can put it through its paces. Keen?"
"Fuck yeah, I'm keen!" Said Shane, immediately getting turned on at the thought of them using a sex toy or two on each other. "Might grab something that tickles my fancy as well, who knows."
"That's the spirit!" Smiled Brett. "Let's get cleaned up and head out. Join me?"
Without hesitation, Shane got up and followed Brett back into the bathroom. They stood naked together under the cool refreshing water of the shower and began rinsing off their bodies, their soft, but still veiny, cocks dangling after their primal, male-driven testosterone-filled ordeal. Just two horny men, using their bodies to get each other off. As the cum they had just expelled washed off their bodies and swirled the drain at their feet, both men knew that this was not the last time that they would be washing each other's cum off of each other.
And that thought excited them very much.
-The End-
Title: Exploring a work colleague - Part 2 By: Egan Sheridan EganSheridan@gmail.com
Hi Nifty reader. Thank you for taking the time to read part 2 of my story "Exploring a Work Colleague". I sincerely hope you enjoy it. If you would like to get in touch, please feel free. I endeavor to answer each and every email from my readers and would love to hear from you!
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