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Inside his on-board room, Charles Ofdensen was already in bed in his robe, nude under it with his bare legs curled up beside him, his face in a book. Soon he freed one of his hands so it could snake into his robe, groaning softly and whispering a name. Gradually the manager's voice began to raise slightly, enough to make out the name of his fantasy.
Outside the room Nathan made his way down the hall towards his own chamber. Unable to resist, the front man peeked into the room and licked his lips slightly, reaching down into his jeans. Gradually Nathan's eyes widened, staring at the man on the bed and struggling to listen. Slowly but surely his mind hazed over as he heard his own name falling from the CFO's lips, his load being dropped right there outside the door.
Back on the bed, Charles moaned again, stroking all the faster. The manager was so preoccupied with his pleasure that he never even noticed the door creaking open. Quietly Nathan whispered, "Charles?"
"Yes Nathan?" Charles murmured, his head falling back against the pillows with his eyes shut.
"You might, uh, wanna watch your step — out in the hall," the singer stated as he inched closer into the room.
"What does that mean?" the smaller man asked, raising his brow in confusion at the singer's voice. Surly this was all in his head, after all Nathan had no reason to be in his room at this hour.
"There's a mess outside your door," Nathan confessed, reaching a hand out to slowly touch him.
"Alright, Nathan. I'll have a gear clean it up," Charles squirmed slightly.
"Don't want you to fall," the front man stated, carefully and lightly rubbing the smaller man causing the manager to arch into his touch and moan softly. "Ya—ya like that?" Nathan questioned.
"Mmm, yes Nathan I do," the manager moaned softly.
"Good," Nathan smiled, continuing to stroke the smaller man gently. "But this, uh, still isn't gay."
Emitting another groan, Charles opened his eyes in shock at seeing the real Nathan there fondling him, "N—Nathan! How did you get in here?"
Startled, the singer instantly jerked back away from the other man, "T—the door was open I, uh, heard you."
"You said you could keep a secret," Charles stated, flushing and looking down.
"Yea, I can! I just, uh, thought you were hurt. Then, well," Nathan stammered, backing up towards the door. "I'll just go to my room, ok?"
In a flash the CFO's hand darted out, grabbing the larger man by the wrist. "Don't leave me like this," he pleaded.
"You sure?" the front man asked, glancing back to his manager with nervous eyes.
"I'm sure Nathan," the smaller man stated, spreading his legs slightly to give the nervous man better access as he pulled him closer. Shyly the hulking male reached out to stroke him gently, encouraged by Charles' gentle groans. Unsure of himself, Nathan allowed Charles to guide him to exactly what he wanted, the thought that he could easily hurt him by mistake always residing in the back of his mind.
Gradually Charles began pulling Nathan on top of him, grinding against the bigger man. The motion brought a fierce flush to the singer's face. "Err, how would I," Nathan motioned towards the pale body beneath him, "you got no pussy."
"You really don't know?" the manager asked, unable to help laughing slightly.
"Not with a guy," the singer muttered.
Once his laughter began to die down, Charles set to task patiently instructing the larger man on exactly how to make love to another man. Calmed down by the familiar sound and mindful of the size difference between them, Nathan slowly crawled between the manager's spread legs and easing himself into the passage with a groan.
"T—tight," the front man moaned slightly as his hand reached between them to gently grip Ofdensen's manhood, eliciting a soft groan from the smaller man. Carefully the singer began to thrust into his manager, closing his eyes in peace, even as he pumped and gently squeezed his hand around the mousey man's manhood. "D—damn," Nathan grunted as Charles suddenly tightened around him.
"Harder," Charles demanded gently, throwing his head back in pleasure. Happy to oblige, Nathan realigned himself and redoubled his thrusts with another deep grunt. "Again," the manager cried out, "aaahhh you found it!"
The sounds Charles was making caused Nathan to grin like a feral animal. As he continued to go to town, his other hand softly squeezed and worked the smaller man's manhood bringing about another moan. Gently running fingers through Nathan's hair, the manager whimpered, "S—so close."
"M—me too," the singer growled softly, giving him another tender squeeze. Within moments Charles gave a loud cry of pleasure as he spilled his seed into the larger man's hand. In the same instant Nathan let out an ungodly roar of pleasure as he too dropped his load, buried deep in the smaller man. As he panted and gathered Charles closer to himself, the singer muttered, "Still not gay."