O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

A Friend in Need (hypno)

by Touchstone

“Hey,” Warren said as the door opened. “I came as soon as I heard.”

The tall man who greeted him at the entrance to the apartment gave him a grateful smile, wordlessly stepping back to let his friend in. Dressed only in a robe, he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, his normally shaved chin now sporting a few days worth of a beard and the hair on his head a mess probably from having laid in bed all day. Yes, Warren thought to himself, Max had definitely seen better days.

There wasn’t a hug or anything like that. Max probably knew that Warren was uncomfortable with things like that, especially since he’d come out a few years back. Though he’d insisted he wasn’t bothered by Max swinging for the other team, in all honesty Warren had been a little less comfortable with hanging out alone with his so-called best friend since.

Tonight was an exception though. Three years, was it? Warren never kept tabs on how long his friend had been ‘with’ that guy he saw often at work. Whatever it was, it was over now.

“You okay?” Warren asked as he sat down on the sofa next to Max.

Max wasn’t sniffling or anything like that, but Warren could tell by the general air of apathy hanging around his normally loud friend that he wasn’t. “Not yet,” came the honest answer. “But I will be. Thanks for coming though.”

“You kidding? You were there for me when Alice left me back when we were in college. And I was ten times the wreck you are now,” Warren reminded him. “So... what do you wanna do? I can order in a pizza and we can watch some movies to get your mind off it.”

“Actually, I’ve sort of been shut in over the whole weekend. I think I need to get out,” Max said.

“Sure man. Anywhere you wanna go.”

-

So of course, an hour later Warren was sitting at a booth in a bar across town where he would otherwise not have been caught dead going to. ‘Anywhere you wanna go’, he thought to himself. Should have picked his words more carefully.

Thankfully the place wasn’t some flaming homo place, he thought to himself. In fact come to think of it, the various men he saw hanging about the joint didn’t exactly look like the stereotype he had in his mind. Mostly older, larger men in flannel shirts or just work clothes. The jukebox was playing rock and roll, not some lame club music and the air was thick with cigarette smoke.

“We can go if you don’t feel comfortable here,” he heard Max say from across the table. Looking back at his friend, Warren eased up a bit, if a bit forcefully. As he stared at his friend, he wondered why he’d expected a gay bar to be full of dancing rubber-wearing freaks. Max looked as ‘normal’ as everyone else in the bar, a confident, well-built 30-something who for all intents and purposes to the people who didn’t know him, could be living in some suburban house with a wife and three kids.

“No, don’t worry about it,” Warren assured him. “I’m just glad no one’s staring.”

“Just because you’re straight doesn’t mean we’re all dying to have you spread your legs for us,” Max chuckled. “We’re quite happy being with our ‘own kind’, thank you very much.”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Warren apologized.

“No, don’t worry about it. I’m not saying no one would find you attractive. But if anyone did, the fact that you’re sitting here with me will probably keep them away. We’re not all horny fuckers constantly looking to pick people up. Some people come here just to chill out. And that’s kind of what I need right now. To chill out,” Max sighed.

Warren took a swig from his beer, not sure if the idea of a bunch of gay men keeping their hands of him because they assumed he was ‘with’ his best friend was something he was comfortable with. Just act like you’re at any other bar, he thought to himself. Just hang out, talk, chill, and before long you’ll be driving him back to his apartment and the night will be over.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” Warren asked. “He didn’t cheat on your or anything, did he?”

“No, no nothing like that,” Max replied. “It was mutual.” Bullshit, Warren thought. After Alice, he wondered how anything could be ‘mutual’ when it came to breaking up. Luckily it was a position he hadn’t had to contemplate for a long time. In fact, if things kept on going as well as they were for him and ‘Emma from accounting’, then he might never have to worry about it again. Not that Max needed to know about that right now. The last thing you want when you just broke up with someone is to hear how well other people are doing.

Before Warren could even contemplate stopping him, though, Max continued talking. “I guess we both just wanted different things. He was, well, you know, my first, well, the first guy I mean who made me realize I liked men.”

“I thought Julia made you realize you liked men,” Warren joked. The two of them chuckled over this, thinking briefly of the dentist Max dated last before meeting Hank.

“Yes, she was a total bitch, wasn’t she? Anyway, with Hank, I guess I enjoyed letting him taking charge, if you know what I mean.” Warren did, although he really wished he didn’t. “And seeing how I’ve only ever steadily been with him, I guess for the longest time I thought that was what I wanted. Until recently I guess.”

“Oh...” Warren muttered feebly. Caught between wanting to tell Max he didn’t want to hear this and actually genuinely feeling sorry for him.

“And you know Hank. You see him at work. You know what kind of guy he is. I guess I need to be with other people now. People who’ll... let me be on top for once,” Max sighed.

Yes, Warren knew exactly how Hank ‘was’ at work. Despite knowing him outside of the office, at the workplace Hank was a no-nonsense, get the job done kind of person. He wasn’t quite the boss, but he was close, walking around like he owned the place with that air only a person of his age would have. Hank, like Max, had been just as big a surprise to Warren. With his salt-and-pepper beard and receding hairline, his deep voice and the way he talked about everything like he’d seen it before, Warren had once pegged him for having a wife. Grandkids, even.

“Sorry if I’m boring you,” Max said, snapping Warren back to the present.

“No, not at all! Come on, talk about it if it’ll make you feel better,” Warren replied.

“Thanks man,” Max said. “I’ll take you up on that, right after I take a little trip to the men’s room.”

And with that he stood up and left, leaving Warren alone sitting at the table with two half-drunk pints of beer for company. Left to his own devices, Warren contemplated calling or texting Emma, but decided against it, figuring he wouldn’t feel comfortable explaining where he was at the moment. As far as she knew, he was with a friend at his place, helping him through a rough break-up. Most of that was true, anyway. Location was such an insignificant detail.

“Here.”

He looked up to see the bartender set down another pint to the table.

“Compliments of that guy over there,” he said, gesturing to a bald man in a blue shirt sitting at the bar. Warren saw the guy looking at him, and attempted a half-hearted smile in return. He’d never had people buy drinks for him before. Normally he was the one pulling this particular manoeuvre on girls.

Contemplating the drink in front of him, he figured that if ‘that guy over there’ liked him enough to buy him this, where was the harm in taking it? Max would be back soon and he would be back to being ‘taken’. Then they would leave and he would never come back to this bar again.

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”

Interrupted from his thoughts yet again, Warren looked up to see a familiar face staring down at him. Unfortunately for him it wasn’t Max.

“They tend to put stuff in those drinks to ease the whole ‘picking up’ process, if you know what I mean,” Hank explained. Looking around the joint, perhaps for Max, he then lowered himself down, unceremoniously declaring “Scoot” as he edged Warren in towards the wall.

“What are you DOING here?” Warren demanded.

“Looking for Max, of course,” Hank replied simply. “Don’t worry, I won’t be here long. When he comes back, we’ll go out for a bit to chat and then I’ll be gone. If he wants me gone, of course.”

“I don’t think you should be here,” Warren pointed out.

“He can tell me that himself when he comes back. In the meantime me sitting here should keep the vultures off your back a little while longer,” Hank winked.
Warren mumbled a less than sincere ‘fine’, pushing himself as much against the wall as he could, not wanting to be too close to Hank. The man clearly took to the break-up a lot better than Max had, still looking every bit as sure of himself and well dressed as Warren had seen him this morning.

The two remained quiet for a while. And awkward short while which Warren swiftly decided to end with a question that was bugging him anyway.

“Is that REALLY drugged?” he asked, staring at the still full pint sitting in front of him.

“Don’t take the chance, I say,” Hank replied. “It’s quite sad, really, what some people will do to get laid around here. I guess they can probably tell you’re ‘straight’ and wanted an extra ‘edge’ before they tried anything.”

“So they CAN tell that I’m straight,” Warren grinned, feeling a bit embarrassed that that simple concept made him proud.

“Well, yes. And as I’m sure Max has pointed out, that makes you more desirable than anyone else in this room tonight,” Hank added in a low voice.

“Max-

“Is an idealist,” Hank interrupted. “We’re not all predators, true. But some of us are. Some of us will do certain things... to help us get what we need. Not me though, I wouldn’t stoop as low as using drugs.” As he said this, the older man seemed to be leaning in closer as though about to tell Warren a secret.

“To me,” Hank whispered huskily, “All a man needs to break another man is what he already has on him.”

“Wh..what do you mean?” Warren stammered, getting less and less comfortable with the rapidly disappearing distance between the two of them.

“Well, his eyes, for one. There’s so much you can do with just your eyes if you can get a man to look at you directly,” Hank replied. Almost unwittingly, Warren found himself doing just that, looking directly to meet the man’s powerful gaze.

“Once you have him in your eyes, if your will is strong enough, the other man will know it. It’s not exactly a tangible thing, but people can sense power. People can sense when they’re in the presence of someone stronger than them.”
Warren could smell the alcohol on the other man’s breath now.

“But we’re not hypnotists or anything like that,” Hank continued. “The eyes can only get you so far. Everything else is just in the air of dominance you exude. People are animals, after all. They will drink in every last detail of you if you get close enough. The way you smell-

Warren took a deep breath, as if following some unspoken cue. He wondered, briefly, if Hank had stepped in today immediately after a long day at work. He didn’t quite stink like some sweat-drenched trucker, but there was definitely a hint of sweat in the air.

-Sometimes even happily married men have to acknowledge it. There’s something about the musk of another, stronger, more masculine man that’s just intoxicating. Like it’s the promise of a raw, animalistic power that they can’t quite tap into themselves. Don’t you agree?”

“...yes? I don’t know. I... I guess.” It was beginning to become harder and harder to find words. Hank’s face was so close now that Warren was dimly aware they were only a hair’s breadth from having their lips touch.

“That’s a good boy,” Hank grinned. “Now where was I? Oh yes, the sound of your voice. With the right words, spoken in the right tone, you can put anyone in their place. Even, no, especially when they’re not quite sure what their place is themselves.”

Warren couldn’t remember when he had last been called ‘boy’ by anyone. Even his own father who he called two, maybe three times a year didn’t call him that. There was something in the way Hank said it though, maybe the old man was on to something. Perhaps it was the vaguest hint of a southern drawl in his accent, implied a kind of familiarity that he couldn’t remember having before. It felt welcome, in some strange way. And so he let it slide.

“But that’s why,” Hank continued. “Sometimes we have to show them.” The word ‘show’ was accentuated by a rough hand on Warren’s thigh. Unyielding, unapologetic, it clasped firm in an almost reassuring fashion. Warren let out a loud gasp, suddenly aware of the tightness in the confines of his jeans. When had that happened?

“Can’t do that here, though,” Hank chuckled. “Too many people watching. After reeling them in, hell, they don’t even know they’re being pulled in, you take them somewhere quiet and you finish the job. There’s nothing quite so convincing as another man’s hard, sweaty body pressed against yours, holding you down while you moan and writhe like a bitch in heat.” Each word rolled off the older man’s tongue in almost measured doses. Warren couldn’t quite understand why each syllable caused his cock to throb. It was getting quite painful now, it was like it was stretching out to meet the hand on his lap.

“Don’t even need to take no clothes off,” Hank continued. “Sometimes you just rub yours against theirs. Sometimes people just don’t know what they’re missing until they feel a firm, hard cock rubbing against theirs.”

Dear God, Warren thought to himself, that hand is moving.

“Or well, an experienced hand to guide them along.”

The feel of that large, firm hand, not even touching, just enclosing the area around his groin, it made Warren shudder helplessly. Why had he avoided this man for so long?

“Just a hand?” Damn, was that HIS voice? Why did he just ask that? Warren wondered if the people in the other table could pick up how breathy it sounded. Like he was some schoolgirl listening to a man’s story.

“Well,” Hank chuckled. “There are... more things that can be done without clothes. But if we get that far, that man isn’t quite straight anymore, is he?”

“N...no... I guess not,” Warren stammered as he tried, and failed to keep out thoughts of seeing Hank naked. Of lying beneath him and calling out his name.

‘What’s wrong with me? Why do I WANT him to take me outside and do these things to me?’

“Hank?!”

The sound of a voice that wasn’t Hank’s shook Warren out of those thoughts. Rudely brought back to the here and now, he gasped, edging back away from his best friend’s ex. He hoped to God that Max hadn’t seen how close they’d been leaning against each other, or the painful bulge in his pants under the table.

“Max,” Hank replied, standing up to meet him. “We need to talk.”

Max met his stare, seeming to contemplate this for a while. “Outside. Now,” he relented finally. Turning briefly to Warren. “Sorry but we’re going to go outside for a bit. Won’t be long, promise. I’ll come back to get you then we’ll drive you home.”

“S..sure,” Warren replied, watching as the two men left the bar, leaving him alone at the table again. Slowly but surely, he began to recollect his thoughts, willing his erection to go down (a harder chore than he would have liked to admit) as he looked nervously around the bar, hoping no one else had seen what had just happened.

What HAD just happened? He could only wonder. But now that he was becoming more and more himself again, one thing was clear- Hank was bad news. He could not afford to be left alone or be near that person ever again.

‘It’s possibly because I haven’t slept with Emily in over a week,’ he reasoned to himself. ‘I just happen to be a little desperate is all. First thing I’m going to do when I get home is call Emily, see if she’s up to some late night action. If that fails, porn it is.’

As Warren stared longingly at the door Hank and Max had disappeared through, a small voice at the back of his mind asked him who he was waiting for. Was it Max, so he could be sent home? Or was it the man who had made him feel more helpless than he had ever been in his entire life?

---

“Warren, Hank wants you in his office before you head off.”

From his cubicle, Warren swallowed hard, his fingers frozen on his keyboard midway through the report that was due on Monday. It had been three days since that night at the bar, and while he’d passed Hank a few times at the office, he’d otherwise tried his very best not to be caught alone with that man. Now it seemed that he was out of choices.

It was near the end of the day and the office was almost empty. Even the secretary, Jenny, who had just passed the message to him was on her way home for the weekend. As Warren slowly stood up from his chair to glance at the glass-panelled office down the corridor where Hank was waiting for him, it was quite obvious that no one else was around.

Straightening his tie, he started marching down the corridor, telling himself that he’d find out what this was all about quickly then get back to work. If he could just get that report done then he’d have the whole weekend to do whatever. Probably even with Emma, if she was free.

“Warren, how good to see you,” Hank’s deep voice greeted him as he came through the door. “Close the door behind you please.”

Warren did as he was told, finding himself in a dimly lit office while Hank seemed to be looking something up on the computer, not even looking at him.

“You wanted to see me?” Warren asked.

“Well, it’s not work-related, for that I apologize if I interrupted you,” Hank said as the computer displayed the shutting down screen. “Why don’t you sit down? This won’t take long.”

Warren quietly walked over to the desk chair and sat down facing Hank, not quite sure why his heart was beginning to race. “Wh..what’s this about?” he stammered.

“Oh, well I guess I just wanted to thank you. And apologize,” Hank said turning away from the computer, his blue eyes meeting Warren’s. “My behaviour that night was completely inappropriate. I was just messing with you, that’s all. And with you avoiding me like you have for the past few days, I was worried that you might have gotten the wrong message.”

“Wr...wrong message?” Warren repeated lamely, still not quite sure how to digest where this conversation was heading.

“Oh, all that nonsense about seducing a straight man like yourself, of course,” Hank said. “You seemed more than a little uncomfortable, and I must admit I’d had more than a few drinks by that point. Also you were so quiet on the drive home, I think Max must be worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” Warren replied. “I’m just glad you guys worked things out.” Which was the truth. At least if the man in front of him was back to banging his best friend, he wouldn’t have to worried about his attentions anymore, right? Still he wasn’t sure why he’d felt so disappointed that night, when they’d come back into the bar together looking so happy. And when they’d dropped him off at his apartment and drove home, he’d spent the night awake in bed, imagining the two of them doing things that he’d otherwise before tried his very best not to imagine.

“We probably wouldn’t have if it weren’t for you,” Hank insisted. “So we thought about having you over for dinner Sunday night at ours. We could watch a movie or something, just hang out. See the thing is I think Max would be a whole lot happier if we could get along, wouldn’t you agree? Maybe be friends, even.”

“We are friends, I guess,” Warren replied. Wasn’t that what they were? He wasn’t sure, really. Sure he’d been avoiding Hank long before the night at the bar, but that was more to do with the fact that he wasn’t quite comfortable with imagining his best friend being ‘with’ another man. Had that changed? He wasn’t sure, and truth be told he’d have preferred not being sure for a long time to come. And yet here he was, being forced to have this conversation in an empty office with his best friend’s boyfriend or whatever it is they called each other.

A smile appeared on Hank’s face. “I’m real glad to hear that, Warren. So you’ll be there?”

“Yeah, count me in,” Warren replied. What harm could it do? Maybe if he got used to hanging out with the both of them, things between him and Max could be a lot more like they used to be back in college. That would be nice.

“Excellent. Now are you heading home or...?”

“Actually I have something to finish up here,” Warren answered.

“But it’s the weekend! Don’t you have to go see Emily or something? Max told me her name but I can never remember.”

“She’s busy. She’s been busy these past few days actually. Haven’t seen her in almost a week,” Warren explained. That, he thought, was the biggest tragedy. Coming home feeling all disgusted with himself that night, the thing he’d needed most then was to have sex with his girlfriend, deciding that rubbing one off while unable to shake off thoughts of his best friend and another man would make him feel even worse about himself.

“That’s... too bad,” Hank said, looking completely sincere. “Is that why you’ve been looking so stressed out lately?”

“Well...all the work that’s been piling on me doesn’t help either,” Warren answered truthfully.

At that, Hank stood up. Alarmed by the sudden move, Warren almost flinched in his seat.

“Relax, just stay in the chair. I’m just going to do you a favour,” Hank said softly. Before Warren could form any protests, the older man was standing right behind him.

“Wh..what kind of-

And then he felt them. Two large hands rubbing his shoulders in slow, languid yet almost forceful movements.

“Let me know if this makes you feel uncomfortable, I’ll understand,” Hank said.

“I just think this would be good for you is all.”

“Yeah, this does kind of make me feel uncomf-

But the sentence died in his mouth, melting slowly into a gentle moan as those thick fingers seemed to work some indescribable kind of magic. Warren had never been a fan of massages, back rubs or anything of the sort, being tragically a little ticklish. He had to admit though, this, whatever it was Hank was doing felt REALLY good.

“That’s it, just relax. Max loves it when I do this for him. Says it helps him relax, and I think that’s what you need right now, don’t you?”

Warren could only reply with a blissful sigh, all thoughts of work or the prospect of drinking alone in his apartment tonight while watching TV fading from his mind.

“To be honest Warren, I’m kinda worried about you,” Hank drawled on. “All this stress is kinda too much for a guy your age. You have to learn to let go from time to time. Max had that problem too, guess you boys had that much in common.”

“It wouldn’t be as much a problem for me if someone were to do this for me every day,” Warren joked. Yeah, he thought to himself. This wasn’t weird at all. Just his friend Hank taking care of him. He found himself wondering where those hands have been. There was a kind of firmness to the way they moved and kneaded at his flesh that almost bellied the confidence he displayed at work, that air of control he exuded. He could only wish he was half as in control as this man was, he thought to himself. Right now he was beginning to feel more and more like putty in Hank’s strong, gentle hands, utterly at his mercy.

“Well, with Max I can do a lot more with these hands than give him a simple back rub, if you know what I mean,” Hank chuckled.

Warren didn’t know, but unwittingly he was beginning to imagine it. What was it like, for Max? To lie in bed beside this man every night? It would be nothing like lying with a girl, those rough, powerful hands trailing over every inch of his body with more raw power behind them, more attitude, more force.

“Okay then, guess I better call it a day.”

What? It was over already? Warren opened his eyes, not even remembering when he’d closed them to find Hank disappointingly standing behind his desk, picking up his briefcase. When had the man stopped touching him? Why did he want it to continue?

“Hope that wasn’t too weird for you,” Hank apologized.

“No, not at all!” Warren gasped, wrestling the urge to ask for more. He stood up to leave the office so that Hank could get going-

And that’s when he noticed it. Dear God, when had he gotten so hard? His erection was tenting up so hard against the fabric of his pants that there was no way that Hank couldn’t have noticed it, he thought to himself. He had to get out of there, fast.

“Hang on a sec.”

Oh no.

Putting his briefcase back down, Hank started coming over towards him with a wide grin on his face. There was no mistaking where the older man’s eyes were fixed on.

“Looks like there might be something else I might still be able to help you with,” Hank pointed out. As he approached, Warren found himself backing away. This was a bad idea. Whatever this was. Whatever it was Hank was doing or suggesting, he wanted no part of it.

And as his back touched the wall, unable to back off any further, a small voice at the back of his mind that questioned that resolution.

Hank was leaning close to him in mere seconds, his two hands on either side of Warren’s head pressed against the wall as he drew close, the smell of coffee strong on his breath.

“Wh..what are you doing?” Warren questioned feebly as Hank’s grin seemed to take on a more feral, hungry aspect. It was like that night in the bar all over again. With his eyes locked onto Hank’s, Warren felt like a deer in headlights, powerless against the very aura of dominance the older man was radiating.

“Don’t worry, Warren. I know you’re straight, and I wouldn’t dream of messing with what you and Emily have,” Hank assured him.

And yet, one of those hands was sliding down the wall, trailing onto his chest and continuing downwards, slowly, tantalizingly towards his pants.

“But this-

“This isn’t gay,” Hank cut him off, his hand enclosing around Warren’s erection through the fabric of his pants. “I’m not going to put anything in you or make you do anything you don’t want. I’m just helping you out. Guys do that for each other all the time. It’s not even sex. Didn’t you and Max used to do it in college?”

“Once,” Warren admitted softly. But even then it had felt so wrong that neither of them had spoken of it ever again. THAT had been a mutual favour. A night when both of them were drunk and lonely and had nothing better to do. This felt completely different. Almost like Hank was staking his territory.

That hand expertly fished his painful cock out of his pants, pushing the pre-cum wet fabric of his briefs aside in mere seconds. And just like that, Warren was at another man’s mercy, Hank’s expert fingers curled possessively around his cock the same way they had kept him in his chair earlier. And even without gravity to help hold Warren down this time, for all intents and purposes Warren felt frozen there, unable to move as that hand almost lovingly stroked his cock. Milking out every last moan and every drop of resistance Warren had.

As his mind raced, his breaths quickening, Warren took in the sight of the man before him. What was it about this man that made him feel so helpless? Why did the feel of his breath on his face make him want to close that agonizing space between them and finally feel what it was like to kiss another man? Just looking at Hank’s salt and pepper goatee made him imagine how delicious it would feel to have it rubbing on his face. He’d accidentally walked in on Max kissing this man before- would it be the same? Would he lean into the older man’s bigger frame, compliant and willing as the man mercilessly plundered his mouth?

“That’s it, boy, just relax and let old Hank take care of ya,” he heard that deep voice breath into his face. He almost leaned into it. Almost melted into his arms. That would feel right right about now. That would be perfect.

“No wait, stop!”

And the hand stopped moving, although it remained firmly wrapped around his cock. His mind still swimming in a sea of lust, it took every iota of willpower Warren had to remind himself how wrong this looked. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t meant to be this helpless in front of another man.

“What are you DOING to me?” he demanded, wanting to push the man off and run away yet still powerless to do so.

“I...I’m sorry, Warren, I thought this was what you wanted.”

Looking into Hank’s eyes, Warren couldn’t help but believe him.

“But I’m not-

“You’re not,” that voice reassured him. “In fact, if you feel like I’m forcing you, why don’t we REALLY help each other out?”

Before Warren could ask what that meant, the answer came with the sound of Hank unzipping his pants with his other hand.

It was bigger than his. Somehow that didn’t surprise Warren at all, even though it was only semi-erect. ‘But you can take care of that,’ that voice at the back of his mind nudged on.

That firm hand guided his own hand to meet it. After three nights of being unable to shake off dreams of Hank’s almighty cock, Warren was finally getting to touch it. He could smell the pungent aroma of male musk wafting from it almost immediately, even from where he was standing. Staring at it entranced him just as easily as staring at Hank’ eyes. For what felt like forever, he just looked at it in all its uncut glory, his hand gently guided closer and closer to it.

“Help me out, son,” Hank’s voice whispered softly. “Let’s help each other out.”

“How... how can I help you?” Warren’s voice muttered dreamily. He wasn’t even sure why he was saying that. It sounded more like he was offering to get Hank coffee or something.

“I think you know how.”

And with that, Warren’s hand wrapped itself around Hank’s cock as though it belonged that. It burned in his hand, throbbing against his grip as though reminding him that it was LETTING him do this.

“Let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”

And then Warren was lost again, moaning wantonly as the older man’s grip tightened around his cock and continued stroking. Caught between the heat emanating from his own groin and from the hefty package in his own hands, Warren unconsciously found himself licking his lips as he felt it grow to full hardness under his care.

“That’s it boy, you can trust old Hank.”

There was something beautiful about it that he was too lost in ecstasy to put into words at the time. As it continued to grow he began to wonder how it would feel if its tip touched his, his smaller cock put in its place the same way this man was putting him in his.

The smell of musk grew thicker in the air as Hank himself started to breathe hard, egging him on like some kind on instructor. Briefly the thought occurred to Warren that that was exactly how Hank made him feel- like a child ready to drink up instructions from an older, more experienced source who would be ever ready to catch him if he fell. Was this how Max felt all the time? Safe?

Eventually the older man sensed his need growing and the pace increased, Warren’s breaths growing harder and faster as he struggled to mirror the other man’s movements and move in the same tempo. Before long he was crying out, his back arching forwards as he spilled his load into Hank’s waiting hand. Hank came almost immediately after, growling his approval as he touched his forehead to Warren’s.

The two men stayed in that position for a while, taking in each other’s breaths as their racing heartbeats took their time to settle. Their hands still wrapped on each other’s cocks and dripping wet with each other’s cum, that voice at the back of his head told Warren that he’d never felt so close to another human being before, not even in actual full-on sex. There was something about the mischievous way the old man grinned at him that made him feel understood. Made him want to lean closer and-

“You work out, boy?” the question came simple and easy. Still catching his breath, Warren took the time to think over what the answer to that was, not even protesting when the older man’s clean hand unbuttoned to top few buttons of his shirt.

“N..no...why?” Warren managed finally, gasping when Hank reached his other hand past his shirt, smearing his own cum over his chest. Almost in a dreamlike haze, Warren only watched as Hank unbuttoned his own and guided Warren’s cum-stained hand to his.

“There’s a gym I normally stop by on the way home from work,” Hank replied.

“Don’t get me wrong, boy, you’re looking great already. I just think you’d enjoy yourself there. We’d be able to spot each other and stuff.”

Warren felt his hand touch the ample amount of chest hair on Hank’s hard chest, letting his fingers run through it gently as he smeared Hank’s own cum onto those solid, unyielding pecs. So warm, he thought to himself. Even the way it pushed against his hand when it expanded with every breath Hank took make Warren feel giddy.

“Yeah...” he agreed absentmindedly. “I wouldn’t mind that.” He wondered if Hank worked out with his top off. Wondered if he could lean in sniff at the way he smelled after he was covered in a good workout’s worth of sweat, taste it, even, on the tip of his tongue. Perhaps then they could even do this again in the showers before going home. It was a concept he could get used to.

“There now,” Hank whispered. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

“So much better,” Warren agreed.

And then Hank was moving back, buttoning his shirt back up and reaching for some tissues at the desk. “I like the way you smell, boy. Sorry if that sounds a little weird. Sometimes makes me wish you were gay,” he chuckled.

“Yeah...” Warren whispered, taking the tissues offered to him as he wiped Hank’s remaining cum off his fingers. “Too bad.”

“Well then, Max will be waiting for me” Hank said, recomposing himself as thought nothing had happened. He picked up his briefcase and nodded to Warren.

“I’ll see you for dinner this weekend.”

And then Warren was alone. Standing by himself in an empty office, sniffing at his fingers and suddenly wishing desperately that he was in his best friend’s shoes.

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