Friday, June 23, 2017

Gym Buddies, Part 4

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Last time: During a sexual encounter with Dylan, he topped me for the first time and claimed me as his own. Jordan, who I had blown once at the gym, has been out of the picture ever since.

That night, Dylan and I went from being two guys who had hooked up a few times to full on, though unofficial, boyfriends, and he was unlike anyone I had ever been with before.

On the one hand, Dylan was possessive. He wanted me to be with him when he wasn't at work or in school, and he wanted me to be next to him when we were hanging out. His hands were always on my shoulder, my back, grabbing at my ass, and he was constantly trying to kiss me. When we were in public, it was a little embarrassing. At the same time, it got me hot every single time. When he slipped his hand into my pants as we walked down the street, it put me in the mood for more, and he was always demanding about sex. If he wanted a blow-job and I didn't pick up on his signals, he would grab my neck and pull my head into his junk.

At the same time, despite his possessiveness, his aggression, and his constant cockiness, he was the most loving and romantic guy I'd ever dated. He was affectionate, caring, and, well, into me. Things got serious fast, and I soon realized I was ignoring the rest of my life.

I ran into Jordan at the gym after about two weeks of being holed up in either my bedroom or Dylan's. He grabbed my neck and rubbed my hair before saying, "Looks like Dylan finally got sick of you."

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Gym Buddies, Part 3

Sorry I forgot to get this one up on the blog. Hopefully it will fill in the gap before part 4.
Charlie

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After the encounter with Jordan, I found myself sitting in the sauna, sweat pouring down my body, staring at a text from Dylan. I told him I could get together later that night and then went back to my house. I showered the cum off of my face and started to wonder what was happening to my life. In that moment, it didn’t feel like I was living out every gay guy's fantasy. It felt like I had gone off the rails completely. I'd hooked up with two guys, neither of whom seemed to treat me with respect. They used me and then dumped me until they needed me again. I couldn't tell if befriending me and inviting me over had been some kind of stunt or if they really liked hanging around. At 30, it felt like a strange position to be in.

It turned out that Dylan wanted to go to the movies. It seemed like a pretty simple request, and I remembered what Jordan had said about Dylan being into me. Despite the shame I felt about hooking up with Jordan, I still had a thing for Dylan. I told him I was game, and he offered to pick me up.

It was probably the first time I'd ever been picked up by a guy. When he arrived he was driving an older Jeep, and I crawled in. He grabbed my thigh right way and then leaned over to kiss me. The kiss was quick and tentative, almost like nothing had happened between us. "Glad you came." he said.

I didn't know what was going on. This was clearly wasn't a booty call. It felt more like a date. 

We got to the theater and Dylan paid for both of us. Then he led me up to two seats way in the back. The movie had been out for about a month, and the theater was mostly deserted. There were a couple of couples in the first few rows, but no one within ten feet of us. As soon as we sat down Dylan put his arm around me and pulled me into him. It was a bold move, maybe too aggressive for a first date, but I welcomed it. It had only been a week, and I already felt like Dylan owned me.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 7

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Sean's obsession with Chaz only increased over the next week. The two guys continued to hook up almost every day after school and Sean was still sucking off Sam during the school day. Chaz reminded Sean frequently that he had no desire for a boyfriend, and Sean seemed ok with that at first. He was happy to play around with a  hot guy, and Chaz actually played with him back. Sean was now getting his dick sucked pretty regularly, and, as long as he behaved at home, I was ok with that.
   
The one thing that I absolutely did not allow was for Sean to fuck Chaz. I reminded him every night as I drilled him that his dick wasn't made for fucking. I whispered it in his ear as I drove my load home, letting him know that his body exists to help men get off. No matter how much Chaz wanted it, Sean was absolutely forbidden from giving it to him.

Chaz wanted it, but it was pretty clear that he didn't want it from Sean. During almost every encounter Chaz had with my son, he talked about me, dropping hints that he thought I was sexy. Sean played into the comments and talked me up. Finally, I told Sean that he should ask Chaz over after school. A few days later, Chaz was sitting at our kitchen table. Sean was “running late,” and I was alone with Chaz.

With young guys, I have a strategy. They want you to seem mature, to be a daddy type, but also want you to be sexy. I put on some hot gear that really hugged my ass and showed off my thick, hairy legs, and an expensive white t shirt. In the mirror, I thought I looked pretty sexy. I looked my age, but fit and well put together.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Teaching My Son A Lesson, Chapter 6

Sorry for the long wait, guys.

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 6
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Sean walked into the house later than he usually did. I had dinner sitting on the stove waiting. He'd texted me to let me know he would be late, but hadn't given me any details.

"You're home late." I said as I turned.

I looked at my son. One of his eyes was red and he looked exhausted. He lowered his head to look at the ground, an instinctual reaction when he had something to confess. I gave him a hug and noticed that chunks of his hair were crusted together. Up close, he smelled like sex and cum.

"Sam gave you some hair gel, huh?"

He ran his hand through his hair, "Fuck, that was forever ago." I grabbed his chin and smiled at him, trying to let him know that it was ok. "I, uh, hooked up with Chaz after school today."

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Gym Buddies, Part 2

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After watching the football game with Dylan and Jordan, I didn't hear from them. I figured that hooking up with Dylan was probably a one time thing brought about by too much alcohol. If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn’t have done, and from what I'd gathered, Dylan was relaxed about the casual sex thing. Still, there was something about the guy that I couldn't get out of my mind. Every time I went to the gym I hoped to see him there, but almost a week passed before I saw the guys again.

One afternoon I walked into the gym and saw Jordan standing behind a bench while Dylan lifted. I jumped onto the treadmill to warm up and watched as Dylan packed up his stuff. We crossed paths as I walked to the locker room, and Dylan winked at me.

The wink and smile were more than I could handle, and my dick got hard instantly. I now routinely packed a pair of tight compression shorts and I slipped them on to hide my bulge. When I walked into the weight-room, Jordan was still working out. He was deep into his routine, chest it looked like, but when I started to use the leg press, Jordan asked if he could cut in.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 5

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About a month after Sean's conversion into my sex toy, I sat once again in the living-room brooding because he hadn't come home. I'd gotten more lenient about his curfew over the last few weeks. As he'd become more responsible and accustomed to being told what to do, I had started to give him more freedom. Today, he'd told me he would be home by midnight. Now it was two in the morning and he still wasn't here. He hadn't texted me, and he hadn't responded to any of my texts.

As I felt my anger grow, headlights played across the front windows. A few moments later, Sean walked into the house.

"Hey pops," he said with a smile. His hair was messed up and his shirt was badly buttoned. "Sorry, my phone died."

"Where were you?" I asked sternly.

"I told you, Sam had a party. He didn't want me to leave." He flashed me a crooked grin, almost like he was showing off. He'd sucked Sam's dick, and he was proud of it.

"No excuse." I growled.

"Yeah," he said, flashing his smile again, "You gonna punish me?"

"Damn right I am."

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Gym Buddies, Part 1

Here's something new. More Teaching My Son a Lesson later this week.

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I'm pretty sure that I fell in love with Dylan and Jordan  the first time I met them. I was new to town and worked out at a small, local gym. It lacked the  amenities of the big corporate gyms, but the clientele was a good mix of guys and everyone was friendly.  At 28 years old, I no longer loved working out with guys who were ten years younger than me and twice as strong, and most afternoons, I found myself lifting with retirees, cops, and firefighters.

Dylan and Jordan were neither. Both were in their early twenties and students at the local university. While it cost them more to work out off campus, our gym wasn't nearly as crowded . There were a few other guys around the same age, but they definitely not the norm.

From the moment I first started working out with them, I used every opportunity I could find to check them out. They were both beautiful men.  Dylan was huge, around six foot two or three with a thick chest, narrow waist, and huge legs. His face was clean shaven and he wore a ball-cap almost all of the time. He liked to wear sleeveless shirts that showed off his arms and chest, both of which were tanned a light golden brown. Jordan was around 5'11", but looked tiny next to Dylan. He had longish light brown hair that he carefully styled. In between sets he played with it, messing it up a little while he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a smaller frame that was bulky with muscles. He was built like a superhero, balanced but with a lot of mass on top and not much below.

I was kind of lecherous when these guys were around. Young, built, and seemingly straight they were both out of my league. That didn't stop me from gazing at them and replenishing my spank bank with images of their bodies. Everyday, religiously, they worked out together, and I quickly shifted my schedule to match theirs. If they had noticed me staring, they didn't seem to care, and after a week, we were nodding at each other when we passed in the locker room.