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Rafael woke up in bed feeling dazed. What had happened the night before felt all too real, and yet Rafael was hoping it had just been a dream. Nonetheless, he could feel how sore his asshole was and knew it wasn't. He'd had sex with a guy, his coworker, and the worst part was, he enjoyed it. He had no idea if it made him gay, but he knew he still liked women; in fact he was sure of it. Just the thoughts of the actress from that movie last night had gotten him partially aroused again. He was about to jerk off when he heard a knock on the bedroom door.
"Come on dude, get up. The second day of the conference starts pretty soon, you gotta get ready and get breakfast," Wyatt informed him through the door.
Rafael groaned, rolling onto his back and squinting at the alarm clock on the nightstand. The glowing numbers confirmed his worst fear—it was later than he thought. “Alright, alright, I’m up!” he called back, his voice muffled from sleep. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his face to shake off the grogginess. The smell of coffee wafted in from the kitchenette, an encouraging sign that Wyatt had already started brewing a pot. Rafael stretched, yawning loudly before shuffling to the bathroom.
Rafael turned on the shower and began cleaning himself off, the dried, sticky sperm gradually peeling off his abs and pecs. He tried not to think about last night, but curiosity got the better of him. He reached behind himself. "Fuuuuck!" he let out a grunt as his touch caused pain to shoot through his sore asshole. He moaned as he stuck his fingers in, feeling the dried and sticky jizz still inside him. It finally dawned on him: He'd been fucked, with his own cum, no less. And once the pain had subsided, he'd enjoyed every moment of it.
Not wanting to dwell on it, he quickly pulled his fingers out. "Shit!" he cursed, as pain shot through him once again, getting back to washing himself.
By the time he emerged, showered and dressed, Wyatt was sitting on the couch, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone. “Took you long enough,” Wyatt teased, gesturing toward the coffee pot. “Help yourself. You’re gonna need it.”
Rafael poured himself a mug and leaned against the counter, taking a long sip. “What’s the plan today?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.
Wyatt glanced at his phone. “We’ve got a keynote at nine, then a breakout session on digital portfolio strategies at ten-thirty. After that, networking lunch—”
“Networking lunch,” Rafael repeated with a groan. “Great, more awkward small talk and pretending to remember everyone’s name.”
Wyatt smirked. “Hey, it’s all part of the job. You never know who might hand us the next big opportunity.”
Rafael shook his head, smiling despite himself. “Fine. But you’re covering for me if I blank on someone’s name.”
“Deal,” Wyatt replied, raising his coffee cup in a mock toast.
A few minutes later, they headed down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. The buffet was better than either of them had expected—scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, and an array of pastries that tempted even the most disciplined of eaters. They filled their plates and grabbed a table by the window, the morning sunlight streaming in as the city bustled to life outside. As they ate, they reviewed their schedules, discussing which sessions they were most looking forward to and strategizing about how to approach key networking opportunities. The atmosphere was lighter than the day before—though the conference was still a big deal, they both felt more comfortable now, having settled into the rhythm of it.
By the time they left the hotel, they felt refreshed and ready to tackle the day. The cab ride to the conference center felt shorter this time, the nerves of the first day replaced with a quiet confidence. As they stepped into the lobby, the buzz of conversations and the click of dress shoes on polished floors greeted them once again.
The conference center was alive with energy, the air charged with the focused determination of professionals eager to make their mark. Rafael and Wyatt navigated through the crowd with purpose, their badges swinging from their lanyards as they weaved between groups of animated attendees.
The first stop was the main ballroom for the keynote. They slipped into seats near the middle of the room, greeted by the sight of an expansive stage flanked by massive screens displaying the event’s logo. A hush fell over the audience as the speaker, a well-known industry leader, took the stage.
The keynote was dynamic and insightful, filled with sharp observations about market trends and the evolving role of technology in investment strategies. Rafael found himself scribbling notes furiously, while Wyatt nodded along, occasionally whispering to point out a particularly compelling idea. By the end, they both felt energized, the speaker’s words a call to action that resonated deeply.
“That was incredible,” Wyatt said as they filed out of the room, his expression animated. “If we can bring half of those ideas back to the firm, we’ll be golden.”
“Agreed,” Rafael replied. “Now let’s just hope the breakout session keeps that momentum going.”
The breakout session was in a smaller, more intimate setting, with a panel of experts discussing innovative approaches to digital portfolio management. The discussion was rich with practical examples and actionable strategies, giving Rafael and Wyatt plenty of material to digest. The session wrapped up with a Q&A segment, and while neither of them felt brave enough to ask a question, they listened intently as others did, gaining insights from the diverse perspectives in the room.
When it was time for the networking lunch, they made their way to a large banquet hall where tables were set up with name cards and small notepads for jotting down contact details. Plates of gourmet food lined the buffet tables, but it was clear the focus was on conversation.
Wyatt nudged Rafael as they approached a table filled with a mix of attendees. “Ready to charm some strangers?”
Rafael smirked. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
They introduced themselves to the group, quickly falling into a rhythm of exchanging stories and ideas. Rafael surprised himself by how easily the conversation flowed, while Wyatt’s natural charisma kept the mood lively. They collected a handful of business cards, made a few promising connections, and even received compliments on their firm’s unique approach to sustainable investments—a subject Rafael had casually mentioned during one of the conversations.
As the lunch wound down, they stepped aside for a quick breather. Rafael held up a small stack of cards, grinning. “Not bad for a guy who hates small talk.”
Wyatt clapped him on the back. “See? You’re a natural. Now let’s finish strong—afternoon sessions are up next.”
The rest of the day unfolded in a blur of panels and presentations, each one adding more to their growing arsenal of ideas to report back to their bosses. By the time the closing session wrapped up, Rafael and Wyatt were both tired but undeniably satisfied.
Walking out of the conference center, Rafael looked over at Wyatt. “Okay, I’ll admit it—this was worth all the chaos. Some of those people might actually be really good contacts for the firm.” Wyatt laughed. "Told you. So, let's get a cab back to the hotel and get room service again?"
Rafael grinned, nodding as they stepped onto the bustling sidewalk outside the conference center. The late afternoon sun had dipped low, painting the city in warm hues of orange and gold. The warm glow reflected off the glass buildings towering above, while the hum of traffic and distant chatter of pedestrians filled the air. Rafael adjusted his tie, loosening it slightly as he turned to Wyatt. “You’re really milking this room service thing, huh? Using the company card for all it’s worth.”
Wyatt shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Hey, room service cheesecake was a life-changing experience."
Rafael chuckled, shaking his head as they flagged down a cab. “Alright, but if they start questioning the expense report, you’re explaining it.”
“Deal,” Wyatt replied, climbing into the cab. As they settled into the worn seats, the cityscape rushed past the windows, a dazzling blur of lights and motion. The cab driver had the radio tuned to a local jazz station, the smooth, mellow notes providing a relaxing counterpoint to the bustling city around them.
Back at the hotel, they made their way up to their suite, their footsteps heavy with exhaustion. Rafael dropped his bag by the door and flopped onto the couch, while Wyatt headed straight for the room service menu on the coffee table.
“So,” Wyatt said, flipping through the pages, “what’s the move tonight? Classic repeat order, or do we mix it up?”
Rafael leaned back, rubbing his neck. “You’re the connoisseur. Surprise me.”
Wyatt grinned. “Alright, I’ll take that as carte blanche to go big.” He grabbed the phone and placed their order: a full spread of comfort food, complete with pasta, garlic bread, and, of course, two slices of cheesecake.
While they waited for the food, Wyatt pulled out his laptop to review notes, muttering observations about potential follow-ups and action items. Rafael joined him, scrolling through his own list of takeaways. Despite their casual banter, the focus shifted to productivity, both of them energized by the progress they’d made during the day.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Wyatt jumped up, opening it to reveal a hotel attendant wheeling in a cart laden with silver-domed plates. The rich aromas filled the room, and Rafael perked up immediately.
“Now this,” Wyatt declared, lifting one of the domes with a flourish, “is how you celebrate a productive day.”
They dug in, the casual atmosphere letting them unwind as they recounted the day’s highlights. Rafael told a story about accidentally mistaking one of the panelists for an attendee, earning a burst of laughter from Wyatt. In return, Wyatt recounted an awkward handshake-turned-fist-bump with a senior executive, leaving them both in stitches.
As they worked their way through dessert, Rafael leaned back with a contented sigh, the plate of cheesecake in his hand nearly empty. “You were right. Room service cheesecake? Worth every penny.”
“See?” Wyatt said, raising his fork triumphantly. “You just needed to trust me.”
As they finished their food, Wyatt could tell something was off with Rafael; it had been the whole day. "Dude, what's wrong?" he asked. "You've been more uncomfortable today than you were yesterday." Rafael looked surprised by the question, but seemed to think about it. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm supposed to do here," he answered honestly. Wyatt looked confused. "Do?" he asked. Rafael sighed, setting his plate down on the table, his body now visibly tense. "About... last night." He said the last words quietly.
Wyatt’s expression softened into surprise and realization. “Oh, hey. Look, man, I didn’t think you were—”
“No, it’s just...” Rafael trailed off, fidgeting with his tie.
Wyatt placed his fork on his plate and leaned toward Rafael. “Look, just say it. What are you thinking about it?”
"I liked it, okay?!" Rafael blurted out. "It felt really good. But I'm not gay."
Wyatt chuckled. "So what? Neither am I, but I liked it too."
Rafael seemed surprised. "So what?! Wyatt, we're two straight guys who fucked each other! And we can't even use alcohol as an excuse!"
Wyatt took a deep breath. "Dude, I promise you it's not a big deal. If something feels good, it feels good. There's no controlling that, and it doesn't say anything about you. It doesn't change how much I wanna go outside, find a girl to bring up here, and fuck her brains out!" Wyatt had grown up in a pretty liberal family. His parents made sure to teach him and his siblings that sexuality wasn't something to be afraid of. While Wyatt wasn't gay, he took that lesson to heart, and had come to believe that there was nothing wrong with a straight guy enjoying something that felt good.
"So you're just...okay with it? Okay knowing you had a guy's dick in your butt?" Rafael asked.
Wyatt shrugged. "Yeah. It was a one-time thing, and it felt good. I'll admit I've never considered doing anything with a guy before, and I probably wouldn't have if that movie hadn't gotten me so horned up, but I don't really mind that you fucked the ever-loving shit outta me."
Rafael was relieved, but at the same time, his heart sank when Wyatt said it was a one-time thing.
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That evening, as the faint hum of the city filtered through the suite’s thick windows, Wyatt and Rafael wrapped up their day’s work in the bedroom. The small desk in the corner was cluttered with their laptops, notebooks, and the inevitable pile of business cards they’d collected throughout the day.
Wyatt stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh as he closed his laptop. “Alright, I think that’s everything for tonight,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Rafael nodded, sitting on the bed. “Cool,” he said, closing his own laptop with a gentle click. “I’m gonna watch some TV for a bit. My brain needs a break from all this.”
Wyatt grinned. “Fair. Just don’t get too comfortable—we’ve got an early start again tomorrow.” He grabbed a fresh set of clothes and disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of water rushing through the pipes following shortly after.
Rafael flipped through the TV channels aimlessly at first, the glow of the screen casting a soft light in the dim room. He finally landed on an old sitcom, the familiar theme music pulling him in as he flopped down across the bed. He propped himself up with a pillow and let the laugh track and cheerful banter of the show wash over him, a welcome reprieve from both the conference and his intense conversation with Wyatt.
The TV show cut to commercials, and Rafael glanced at his phone, scrolling through his emails. A few were follow-ups from people he’d met earlier in the day, and he made a mental note to respond in the morning. He set the phone aside, letting his gaze drift to the city lights twinkling outside the balcony door. The skyline was stunning, even from their modest vantage point, and for a moment, he found himself appreciating how far he’d come—from starting as the new guy at the firm to representing it at a major conference.
The bathroom door creaked open, and a cloud of steam spilled into the bedroom. Wyatt stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair sticking up in every direction. “Man, that shower was amazing,” he said, stretching his arms over his head. “I think I could’ve stayed in there forever.”
Rafael glanced up, grinning. “You sounded like you were singing a whole concert in there.” as he did, he couldn't help but notice Wyatt's muscles, and his eyes may have lingered for a bit.
Wyatt laughed, shaking his head as he tossed his towel onto the back of a chair. “Hey, it’s a good way to unwind. You should try it.” Rafael's eyes widened as he saw Wyatt's dick exposed to the air. His own bulge started growing.
“Maybe,” Rafael said, turning his attention back to the screen and flipping the TV to another channel. “Or maybe I’ll just enjoy my sitcom marathon.”
Wyatt rummaged through the dresser drawers and his suitcase, pulling out things to wear to sleep and for tomorrow. Still naked, Rafael couldn't help but steal glances of his naked body. Wyatt looked back at him and chuckled, noticing the massive bulge in Rafael's pants. "Like what you see?" he jokingly flexed for a few seconds.
Rafael was tongue-tied. "I—I, uh..." Wyatt chuckled and walked over to him. He unzipped Rafael's fly, letting his big, throbbing cock spring out.
"Fuck, it's so big. I thought I was imagining it," Wyatt grinned, taking hold of it. It felt so big, and Wyatt could feel each and every vein throbbing in his hand.
Rafael moaned at his touch. "I thought you said this was a one-time thing?" he asked.
Wyatt shrugged. "Hey, if it feels good it feels good." He started working Rafael's cock in his hand. Rafael groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as he felt pleasure build.
"Fuuuuuck..." Rafael groaned. Wyatt, not wasting any time, took the big shaft in his mouth and started to suck on it, running his tongue over the big veins. Rafael let out a deep moan and his hips started moving up and down, fucking Wyatt's mouth. "Oh fuck, Wyatt... fuck, that feels so fucking good..." Rafael's hand grabbed the back of Wyatt's head, pushing it down and making him take it all in his throat. Wyatt started choking a bit and gagged around the thick dick. He pulled his head back, spit dripping down his chin. "How the fuck do you fit that inside of a girl?" Wyatt asked.
Rafael chuckled. "I don't know, but I got it inside of you!"
Wyatt laughed and resumed sucking, his tongue swirling around Rafael's head. Rafael moaned again, "fuck, I love your mouth on my cock...suck me, dude!"
Wyatt's head was moving up and down on Rafael's shaft, his spit leaking down to Rafael's balls. Without stopping his blowjob, Wyatt reached down to his crotch and started jerking his own cock. "Fuuuuuck Wyatt, stroke that cock," Rafael groaned as he watched Wyatt's hand stroking himself.
Wyatt's face was now a mess of spit and Rafael's precum, but his face still looked so eager and horny. The way he moaned when he would swallow Rafael's dick all the way in, or when Rafael's tip would tickle Wyatt's tonsils, made Rafael thrust even harder Rafael started panting heavily, his balls tight as Wyatt sucked harder and faster. "Shit, Wyatt, you're gonna make me cum..." Rafael whispered.
Without saying anything, Wyatt kept sucking and stroking. Rafael's eyes rolled back and he groaned, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into Wyatt's mouth. Wyatt's throat felt the thick seed filling it, and it caused him to choke. He pulled Rafael's cock out of his mouth and let it spray on his face, his cheeks and chin covered in Rafael's white load.
When Rafael finished cumming, he caught his breath, his cock still throbbing. "Fuck," he said. He was still hard as a rock, and seeing Wyatt's cum-soaked face, he made up his mind. "I wanna ride you," Rafael said to Wyatt.
Wyatt grinned, his cock pulsing at the suggestion. He had to admit, while he physically enjoyed getting fucked by Rafael more, he just couldn't resist Rafael's perfect, round, muscled ass. It just looked so good, especially with Wyatt's cock buried inside, and it felt so fucking tight. He wasn't sure there was anything that could keep him from Rafael's incredible bubble butt now. "Stand up," he said. Rafael stood, and Wyatt removed Rafael's shirt, pants, and underwear, leaving Rafael's tie on him. Wyatt laid down on Rafael's bed, and Rafael straddled Wyatt's hips. He spit in his hand and reached behind his back, starting to slick up Wyatt's cock. As Rafael's fingers grazed his tip, Wyatt groaned.
"Ride me, bro," Wyatt moaned. Rafael nodded and started lowering himself on Wyatt's cock. Wyatt watched as the huge head of his cock entered Rafael's tight hole, and Rafael moaned as he felt Wyatt fill him. His rock-hard dick bounced up and down as he lowered himself, Wyatt's cock going deeper and deeper inside of him.
"Goddammit! Fuuuuck!" Rafael growled, gritting his teeth as he slid down the massive shaft. The pain shot through him again, but he powered through it. Rafael grunted, his face turning red as he felt himself being filled up to the hilt. Wyatt's cock was too big, too much, and yet, Rafael loved it.
Finally, Rafael slid all the way down. "Fuuuuck yeah..." he muttered. He sat still for a second, feeling Wyatt's thick shaft inside of his hole. There was nothing like it; having Wyatt's dick in his hole was perhaps the most pleasurable thing Rafael had ever experienced. He hadn't really taken a moment to really enjoy it last night, but now, he could feel every throbbing vein on Wyatt's penis, sending shockwaves throughout his rectum. He realized that Wyatt was right: straight or gay, it didn't really matter if something felt good; it didn't define him.
When Rafael had bottomed out, Wyatt resisted the urge to grab his hips and start thrusting up into him. As if reading Rafael's mind, he could tell this was something Rafael had to do on his own. Rafael started grinding on Wyatt, then he started moving his hips up and down, bouncing his ass on Wyatt's hips. Wyatt groaned, feeling the pressure on his pole each time Rafael sat down on him.
Rafael bounced his ass on top of Wyatt's lap, moving his hips in circles, grunting as he took every inch of Wyatt inside of him. Rafael slid down Wyatt's shaft and then thrust his hips down, the sound of slapping skin filled the room. Rafael started getting aggressive and verbal. "Goddammit, fuck yeah! You feel so good, dude, fuck I love your cock, holy shit!" Rafael groaned loudly, his cock bouncing up and down as he slammed himself down on Wyatt.
"Fuckin' take it, bro, yeah fuck that cock, holy shit you're so tight..." Wyatt's moans grew louder as Rafael rode him harder. Wyatt could feel himself growing even harder inside of Rafael, feeling every vein pop against Rafael's walls. His thrusts were getting deeper and faster, and Rafael was now screaming. "Holy fuck I'm full of your cock! Fuck yeah, dude! FUCK YEAH!" Rafael screamed his words in pure ecstasy, and Wyatt could feel Rafael's hole getting tighter around his pole. The sound of their bodies slapping filled the room, and both of them moaned deeply.
As Rafael rode Wyatt, the tip of his cock was bouncing between Rafael's stomach and Wyatt's, slapping against the both of them. Wyatt started fucking up into Rafael, and they were both panting heavily and moaning. Wyatt's thrusts were starting to push Rafael down on his cock, and Rafael was taking it all. "Oh Fuck! I can feel it in my gut!" Rafael moaned.
Wyatt reached up and grabbed Rafael's tie, holding it as leverage while he thrust up into Rafael. "You like this big fucking cock buried inside you, dude?" Wyatt growled. Rafael gasped as Wyatt fucked him, his moans growing louder and louder.
"Yes! I fucking love it!" Rafael moaned. "It feels so good inside me, give me that cock bro, all of it!"
Rafael was riding Wyatt so hard, bouncing so fast, Wyatt knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself off. Rafael noticed this too. His eyes were locked on Wyatt's, and he saw the desire burning in them. "Oh Fuck! I wanna cum, bro! Make me cum, Wyatt," Rafael grunted. Wyatt groaned as he thrust faster and harder, his shaft slamming into Rafael's hole. Rafael responded to Wyatt's increasing speed, moving faster and faster on top of him. Rafael continued to slam himself down on Wyatt, feeling his cock swell up again and feeling Wyatt's shaft swell inside of him. "I'm gonna cum again! FuuUUUUCK! AGGGHHHH!!!" Rafael grunted. Rafael's balls started to tighten and his cock exploded for the second time that day, cum spurting all over his stomach and chest, as well as Wyatt's. He'd managed to cum without even touching himself! The only stimulation he'd had was slamming his prostate down on Wyatt's dick.
"I'm gonna cum too, man!" Wyatt groaned. "Keep fucking me, Rafael!" Wyatt cried. As Rafael moved faster and faster, Wyatt felt his balls drawing up. "I'm gonna shoot bro!" he shouted.
Rafael yelled back, his words almost nonsensical to him, "FUCKING CUM FOR ME! SHOOT INTO MY ASS, DUDE!!" Rafael shouted. As soon as Rafael said that, Wyatt felt his cock twitch inside of Rafael. He grunted, and his cock exploded inside of Rafael.
"URRRGGGHH!!! FUCK YEAH!!" Wyatt shouted. He shot rope after rope inside of Rafael's ass, feeling Rafael's walls clenching down around his cock as Rafael. All Rafael could do was hold himself there, smiling like an idiot, a dazed look on his face.
When Wyatt finished, Rafael lifted off of him, jizz leaking out like a spigot. "Holy FUCK", he panted, collapsing onto the bed. "That was fucking incredible!" Rafael was ecstatic. "You fucked the jizz outta me, I didn't even fucking touch myself! Holy shit!"
"Dude, I think you just fucked the jizz out of yourself," Wyatt proclaimed.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Rafael laughed. "Holy fuck!"
