Shannon and Paul had been friends since Paul had come into the company, and had always been there for each other. When Shannon had initially suggested going out, Paul had had second thoughts; he was a little tired from an intense match earlier that night.
But since there was nothing else better to do but sit around and feel sorry for himself because his skank of a woman had run around on him, he was glad he had decided to go. Shan was a fun guy, even in the shittiest of moments, and Paul could have used a few laughs.
Paul was a beautiful guy. Five foot ten, olive skin, long, silky, straight black hair, bewitching hazel eyes, and a smile that could light the world--not to mention the outline of his tights showed the promise of a generous cock and an ass that was one of the most fuck worthy around.
Truth of the matter was Shannon had wanted him in the worst way; if he had something to say about it, Paul was going to get fucked tonight. Yeah, Shannon had wanted to get him into bed from day one, best friend or not, only Paul didn't know that part. Yet.
A knock sounded at the door, and Paul yelled out that it was open. Shannon walked in with a smile across his face, his blond hair slightly tousled.
Paul knew they both got a lot of appreciative looks from women, and more than a few from other men, and even though Shan HAD gone down the gay route a few times by fucking a few male fans, Paul had yet to tread there.
"Hey, you ready to go?" Shannon asked. "We're already running late, you know."
"Where's the fire? It's not like we're not going to see the same old, same old."
"I don't know, man; there were a lot of hot broads out there tonight. We might get lucky. If not...well..."
"I'm not planning on a late night anyway. I'm kind of tired."
"Man, you need to get off that bitch Cynthia. I told you she was a whore. All the chicks in this business are. You were just another fuck on the side while she and Matt were having problems."
"Shan, don't go there tonight, okay? I just want to chill out a bit."
"Okay, man. Whatever you say. Let's go have some fun."
They had gone down to the restaurant and lounge of the hotel; Paul suddenly realizing how hungry he was. Though he didn't drink, the food buffet was looking attractive.
A waitress came over, and Shannon ordered a beer, while Paul got his soda. Once that was out of the way, they dove into the buffet.
They filled their plates more than once. Both men lost track of how much they had actually eaten, and eventually, neither of them could eat another bite.
Feeling bloated and stuffed, Shannon had let out a healthy belch, getting punched in the arm by Paul as others in the place looked at them strangely.
"You're a fucking pig," Paul told him laughingly.
"And you are one sexy piece of ass," Shannon teased him back. "What do ya say we go for a walk and see if we can work off some of this food and drink?"
"You're the one that is guzzling the beer," Paul laughed again.
"Yeah, whatever. Let's go. We can go upstairs after."
They walked for a bit before coming to a bench near a riverbank behind their hotel, deciding it was a good spot to rest before they headed back.
"So how have things been going for you since Cynthia broke it off. That must have been tough to find out she'd been whoring around on you."
"Yeah, it was tough, but it was for the best. But I do miss having that special someone in my life, you know?"
"Yeah, I can dig that! I haven't been able to find anyone decent since I got divorced myself."
Paul started to move his head from side to side and grimaced slightly.
"I think I might have pulled a muscle during the match tonight. Shit, that hurts," he explained when Shannon eyed him curiously.
"Here, I know of something that might help. Just try to relax."
Shannon moved behind his friend and placed his fingers on the side of his neck, massaging Paul firmly yet gently.
At first, Paul was shocked at the feel of his friend's fingers on his neck. Still, it wasn't long before the pain had eased up. This guy knew his stuff.
Shan had felt a stirring in his pants. He had never told his friend about his attraction to him – in fact, he had just learned to accept it himself.
