Sunday, February 26, 2017

Gym Buddies, Part 2

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Gym Buddies, Chapter 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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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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Gym Buddies, Part 1
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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.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 4

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 4
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I woke up early the next day and made breakfast for Sean. I heard the shower running and then he walked into the kitchen with a towel tied around his narrow waist. I walked up to him, tweaked one of his nipples, and then pulled the towel away. He made a move to cover up his cock before he remembered that I'd seen it all before. I reached out and fondled him gently.

"No underwear today." I said, "And wear something loose so that Sam can see your boner."

"Dad," he said in a whiny voice, "I think Sam is just fucking with me."

"If you're lucky he's going to be fucking with you, Sean. You're going to taste your second cock today and find out how another man puts it to a guy like you. Are you excited?"

He blushed bright red. "Yeah."

"That's my boy." I said as I opened up my bathrobe. My cock was half-hard and the glans was swollen. It looked pretty big, and I saw Sean's tongue lick his upper lip. "Why don't you practice one last time, boy."

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 3

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 3
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For about two weeks, I left Sean alone. I wanted him to ask for my cock, maybe even to beg me for it. He needed to understand that he wasn't spreading his legs for me because I was taking advantage of him or forcing him. He had to want it himself. I even started to fuck a woman I knew from work to make him jealous. After about ten days, I knew it was working. As I was eating breakfast on Thursday, he asked me if I was going to be around that night. I told him I had other things to do.

During all of this time, I continued to find little ways to remind him of what he was. When he got home from the gym, I complimented him on his body, reminding him that good men expect their boys to keep in shape. When he came home from working out with his friends, I'd tease him about wanting to suck their dicks and ask him if any of his buddies suspected he was a cocksucker. Usually he blushed and didn't answer. Sometimes he shook his head before going to his room.

Best of all, he was finally obedient and friendly around the house. His chores were done, he obeyed curfew, and he never lipped off. Our relationship was about as good as it had ever been. Maybe that was because he knew that if he put one toe out of line, he'd have my cock in his ass again. Maybe he was afraid of what that would mean for him.

On Thursday night I scheduled a date with the woman I was screwing and took her out for dinner. I told Sean I would be out late. Instead, I came home with her early to surprise him. It was about ten o'clock, and he was sitting on his bed studying. I was surprised and a little disappointed. If he didn't fuck up or ask me to fuck him, I wasn't going to see his ass again.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 2

Thanks to the guys who caught the problem with the name. I had it as Luke in the original version, but changed it at the last minute. I meant to find / replace it before I posted part 2, but forgot before I sent it in. Should be good now. Thanks.

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Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 2
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The next morning, I woke up with a lingering headache and a raging hard on. I'd dreamed about Sean all night long, my mind spinning off endless fantasies. I knew that he would continue to resist me and that I had to play my game carefully. Technically, if Sean wanted to go back and live with his mother, there was nothing I could do to stop to him. The law wasn't exactly on the side of a father who has sex with his son, even if it was halfway consensual.

I'd only slept for a few hours. I walked down the hall, took a long piss, and then walked into Sean's room. He was laying on his bed, his beautiful muscular ass on display. I gazed at it for a moment and then walked to the bed.  He'd been plenty drunk the night before, and he was dead to the world. His dick was pressed backward between his legs, tucked under his balls. I reached down and touched it softly. While I was a fairly aggressive top, I got off on a guy's body and wasn't afraid to show it. My son was a stud, and I wait to devour his cock and tear into his ass.

I eye-raped him for a couple minutes, just gazing at every part of his body. One of his hands was draped above his head. I knelt down next to him and pressed my face into his hairy pit. Fuck he smelt good. I kissed the skin and then made for the door. Before I did, I walked to the pile of clothes he'd dropped on the ground and picked up his briefs. No sense letting them go to waste.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Quarterback Keeper Part 25

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 25
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Nick dropped his last box of stuff against the wall of his dorm room and turned to his dad and Tom. All three of them were sweaty and exhausted. "That's it," he said, "Done."

"Not too bad." Tom said. He looked at the couch they had hauled into one corner of the room. It was steel framed with a bed tucked under the cushions. Tom swore that it weighed at least a thousand pounds and they'd maneuvered it up a narrow flight of stairs. Tom didn't complain when he hauled it into the building, but Nick was sure that his arms would be sore the next day. His dad would probably be unable to walk for a week.

Nick's mom was sitting on the couch. She'd helped with the small stuff, but left most of the heavy lifting to the guys. They, in turn, left most of it to Tom. All that time in the gym over the summer had to be worth something. Tom's body was pumped up and Nick could barely look at him without thinking about tearing off his clothes. Teenage hormones were still coursing through his veins and his dick got hard at a drop of a hat. Even though he was completely accustomed to Tom's body, he still thought that his boyfriend was, like, the sexiest guy on the planet.

Everyone exchanged a few final words and then Nick's parents got up to leave. They said goodbye to Nick and everyone exchanged some hugs. Then Nick's dad walked over to Tom and shook his hand. "Take good care of him, ok. Don't get him into any trouble."

"I promise I won't, sir." Tom said.

Nick's dad turned to Nick. "And you keep this one in line. Guys like Tom, they can get a little stupid in college. You’re smarter than him, so you do the thinking."

Nick blushed. "Got it," he said. He stifled a laugh and avoided looking at Tom to keep himself from cracking up.