The gym was grueling tonight and while I didn’t want to come, I pushed myself to get back on the grind. After a year and a half of not working out because the gyms in my area were closed, I finally came out once mask restrictions were lifted and I was fully vaccinated.
After the workout, I was winded and felt like I had been kicked in the gut. I had a long road ahead of me as I tried to get back to the condition I was before this pandemic occurred. I sprayed down the equipment, skipped a song I was not feeling and then headed to the first floor.
I chuckled to myself because even though I was not one of those cases of pandemic 40, I did gain some and lost some. I was at home… a lot and in the process, I gained around 15 pounds. That was not the worst for me. What really made me feel gross was the fact that my muscles, the ones that I took a long time to try to create and define, had gone away. I was back here to try and find them again.
It should be easy for me, I thought, being 21 I could just get back on the treadmill and feel like before. No… it was not the case. I had to put in the work like I had in college if I wanted my jock body back.
I almost stumbled into someone when I reached the entrance of the locker room. I apologized quickly and went inside. My body was going to hate me tomorrow but right now, I needed to get in the sauna and try to get some relief. I put my phone, headphones and water bottle in my locker and went to the sauna. It was an empty room, not very spacious at all. I sat down and just let the steam do its thing. I closed my eyes and began to think about what I was going to do once I got home when I heard the door open. I opened my eyes as I saw this muscular guy stroll in, nothing but socks and a towel. I gulped because damn, even though I didn’t have my glasses on, I could tell this man was cut from granite.
He reminded me of one of my coaches or maybe a professor I had for economics. Not sure, but he was older than me for sure but his body made me feel like I was made of goo.
I tried to focus on myself and how I was feeling but I was now getting horny. He was hot, short hair and a full beard. I began to think of what he was like outside of this sweaty box. Did he have a sense of humor? Did he have a secret obsession with manga or anime? What if he was a total nerd that just wanted to kiss and cuddle while watching some comedy show on Netflix? I must have been smiling too hard because he was looking at me before he cleared his throat and was sighing.
“Good workout?” I asked, trying to fill the air. He began rubbing his hand.
“Yeah, it was fine…yours?” He asked looking back down and not looking up at me when he responded.
“Good…good…” He nodded at my response but it was more out of reflex rather than him actually listening to what I was saying.
We were quiet again and I asked him, “So, how long have you been coming to this gym?“
I really just wanted to keep hearing his deep voice. He was really hot and his voice matched the big body.
“Just moved to the area and started coming here last week.” I nodded but I don’t think he noticed because again, he was not looking at me.
“I recently came back. I didn’t feel comfortable coming back to the gym until the vaccine and the mask mandate was lifted.“
We stayed quiet for a while until he looked at me and said, “I broke up with my girlfriend and that’s why I moved to the area. Needed a fresh start.”
I was stunned because that came out of left field. I stayed quiet because I didn’t know how to follow that up.
“Sorry to hear that.” I looked down but it was weird just leaving it at that so I blurted out, “It gets better.”
He looked at me and then continued pouring his heart, “Is bad, man. I cheated on her with her boss…”
“I mean, that’s unfortunate but, was she at least–” I tried to reassure him.
“Her boss is a guy.” He cut me off. My hardon definitely was harder now that there was a possibility this man was gay or at least bi leaning.
“Is that your first experience with a guy?” I asked, scooting closer, using the excuse to not want to be loud.
He nodded. I scooted over, “Was it good at least?” I whispered, not wanting to have these thin walls hear what we continued to talk about.
“Yeah… he was tall…lean… and hung.” He said, scooting over too. His knee was touching mine and I felt my heart pounding. Are we about to do something?
“Did you… uh…” I began but I didn’t even know his name; should I even ask him what I wanted to know. He must’ve understood what I was getting at and he became braver and told looked at me.
“Fuck him or did he fuck me?” He finished my question. I nervously laughed and looked away. He chuckled but then leaned in and whispered, “He pounded me on his desk until I shot my load on my abs.”
“Damn…” I whispered and after that I got bold. Must’ve been the heat in the room or the hard as fuck cock I had making a tent on my flimsy towel but I was guided by my meat. I pulled his head towards mine and kissed him. He was taken by surprise but went with it. We were making out and he was hungry for it for sure. I could tell that his first experience with a guy had unlocked something in him that made him curious to see if he could replicate whatever he felt the first time.
Unfortunately, voices in the locker room made us separate quickly and slide away from one another. As soon as we were back to how we were before we began to talk, couple of guys walked in laughing and joking. I smiled at him and got up and left.
Fuck. Cockblocked by some dumb bros.
I was walking to the showers with my towel and toiletries when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw him there smiling shyly at me. I smiled broadly and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the end of hall where the handicapped shower was located. I pushed him in there and closed the glass door and placed my towel on the door.
“Are we doing this?” He asked, nervous but excited. I nodded and took off his towel and putting it on top of mine. He turned the water on and once a nice steam was beginning to form, we crashed into one another, making out and resuming our exploration of each other’s mouths. I laughed when we slipped and hit the wall.
“Sorry…” He whispered.
“It’s okay, at least we didn’t fall down.”
“Shit, you’re younger than I thought you’d be… the sauna doesn’t have good light.” He said.
“Does it bother you?”
“No… it’s kind of hot… I could be old enough to be your dad.”
“Nah, you’re not old enough to be him. What are you, 30?” I asked, grabbing a hold of his cock and stroking him under the cascading water.
“Nice… no, I’m close to 40.”
“You could have fooled me.” I leaned in and began to make out with him again. He pulled me in and began explore my back. His hands roamed down to my ass before coming to the front and beginning to stroke me as well.
We continued to kiss and talk while we cleaned each other. By the time he was soaping my cock and balls, I had really gotten fully hard and he was surprised by what he was holding in his hand.
“Christ, you’re big…” He whispered in amazement.
“I do alright big guy.” I said going back under the water and rinsing off.
“I’d say… bigger than her boss…” He said mesmerized as he got closer and rinsed himself.
“You want to taste it?” I asked as I played with his chest.
He opened his eyes and just nodded. He got in a squatting position and without a word, he took me in his mouth. A moan escaped him as he got on his knees, knowing this was going to take a while. I smiled and began to wash my hair.
“This is good, yeah?” He asked.
“Oh yeah, the boss must’ve taught you well if I’m your second guy.”
“Who said you were my second…” I smiled at him and he returned to blowing me.
He was deepthroating me, something that an amateur would not be able to do. This guy was an expert, I had scored big with him. He grabbed my hands and placed them on the back of his head, prompting me to go for it.
I began to fuck his face and use him like my own personal blow up doll. I was getting close and I could tell he knew because he began to stand up, leaving me weak in the knees.
“Take a deep breath, man…” He whispered and held me. Wild, I should be the one taking care of him after the fuck I gave his throat.
“You can’t shoot yet or you won’t be hard enough to put that fucker in my hole.” I looked at him and he smiled. He gave me a quick kiss before bracing himself against the wall and spreading his legs, “I promise, I’m clean.”
“Me too.” I said and grabbed his waist, rubbing my cock between his hairy cheeks.
“God, I want it so bad…” I whispered into his ear.
“Go for it buddy, it’s all yours.”
Those were the magic words for me because as soon as my cock head had found the entrance to his ass, I went in. He was tight, He grunted at the intrusion. I kept going in slowly, not trying to tear anything up. He put his fist in his mouth as he bit down, trying to not scream or make a sound.
“I’m almost all in…”
“Fuck, you’re damn thick.”
“You had no trouble deepthroating me.”
“I don’t usually bottom for guys your size…”
“It must be your lucky day then.” I pushed in deeper and deeper until he said he could feel my balls on his ass.
“Stay like this… just like that… fuck, taking that fat cock in my hole…”
“Come on dad, you got this.” I said but as soon as I did, I felt regret. What came over me to call him ‘dad.’
He moaned a bit and then nodded, “Yeah, I can take it… fuck me, son…”
Oh fuck, that turned me on so much. No idea why but it got me and I began to pull out and push it back in. Slowly at first and then harder and faster.
“Fuck your old man… come on, fuck me.” He hissed at me. We were still trying to keep a low profile but the unmistakable sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh was obvious; which made this hotter.
I was close, I could tell he was close too because as soon as I felt I was going to shoot, he told me to not pull out, “Pump those babies in me, son, get me pregnant.”
I howled into his shoulder as I shot my 3 day old load into him. He shook a bit and then I saw his load plastered on the floor, making it’s way to the drain. We stayed in place for a bit until I pulled out and helped him straighten up.
“That was fucking amazing.” He said, as he went to grab some soap to clean himself off.
I nodded, “Sorry about the ‘dad’ comment… I got carried away.”
“It’s alright… it was hot. Hope you don’t mind me saying, but I liked having my ‘son’ using my ass.”
I smiled and grabbed his ass, “Hope we can, meet up again, if not for this to workout together.”
“I would like that.” He said.
Back my locker, I was satisfied to have waited to come back to the gym. I think I was going to be coming much more frequently if this is what was waiting for me at the end of the workout.
Amazing instance of picture and story each making the other even hotter.
It was just a stroke of luck that the handsome, muscular Sheriff of the town just happened to be my boyfriend’s dad. I especially loved visiting my boyfriend when his dad was home; I couldn’t stop ogling him. I love a man in uniform.
When he heard I was returning home for the summer from college, he was kind enough to pick me up from the airport in his Cruiser.
As we were heading down the interstate back home, our conversation picked up. As he animatedly updated me on his life, I couldn’t help my eyes from roaming around that muscular body of him. The uniform did a good job accentuating his body. I could get the whiff of his familiar colonge as sat so close to him. My boyfriend’s dad was a true hunk.
At the end of my exploration, my eyes stopped at the space between his two thick thighs. Where his strong, beefy legs met. Where that thick log of a manhood lay, which I could easily see as it pushed against the tight confines of his pants. He was big even flaccid and that produced a very pronounced bulge that I couldn’t tears my eyes away from.
All of a sudden, I got this urgent want to touch that bulge of his and without much thought put into what I was doing, my hand reached out and grabbed his dick through his pants. It was soft and thick, just as I remembered. My hand slowly started rubbing it.
I didn’t realise he had stopped talking until he spoke up again. “Really? You know we can’t do this anymore, right? We agreed to put a stop this. You are dating my son now, Lee.” He let out a deep sigh as he finished talking.
“I know… but, sitting back here again and smelling that familiar whiff of yours, it brings back all those suppressed memories and I couldn’t stop myself,” l replied with a pout while my hand continue rubbing his bulge through his work slacks. At least he wasn’t brushing my hand off. “I really miss this big daddy dick of yours, you know and I know you miss this tight ass of mine too cause I clearly remember you saying there isn’t any other ass like mine in the whole county.” I was unashamedly grabbing and squeezing his hardening cock.
“Vulgar and crude as always, looks like college didn’t change you at all,” my boyfriend’s father shook his head sideways and let out a ‘tsk’, followed by a deep chuckle.
“So, what do you say, let’s take a detour, huh? I’ll show you the new stuffs I learned in college and you can welcome me back home properly before we meet up with everyone,” I suggested with a wide smile.
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“OH FUCK! I can’t believe I forgot how tight this ass was! FUCKKK!!” The Sheriff shouted as I bounced rapidly on his lap in the backseat of his cruiser. “ FUCK YES!! Squeeze those walls tighter, you son of a bitch! FUCK! Milk my fucking dick, you faggot slut! Squeeze out that cum! OH GOD!!”
We were parked among the woods on an abandoned dirt road off the interstate so there wasn’t anyone nearby to interrupt us or be privy to our fuck affair. I could scream as loud as I wanted and I deserved that cause the man was a beast with a monster cock.
“I can’t believe you are still this tight after all these years, FUCK! Is my son not doing his job properly, huh? Oh GOD! FUCK!”
“Ahhh…! Not my fault the son doesn’t mark up to his dad, Urghhh…!” That let out a loud roar from him.
Suddenly, my boyfriend’s father grabbed my tiny waist and filled us over with his dick still lodged deep in my hole. I was too drunk of his big dick to complain about his rough treatment of my body or maybe I just like his rough ways, who knows.
I was now lying on my back as I looked up at his sweaty but handsome face. He panted as he grabbed my thighs and folded me half, resting my knees beside my ears. Thank god for those yoga and stretching sessions. He didn’t waste a second after that as he brutally started fucking me again while looking straight down at me. I had no choice but to roll my eyes back in pleasure as he hit my prostrate with every thrust of his.
I could feel the cum bubble up my dick for an explosive release and I knew he was close too as I could feel his dick getting thicker with his thrusts becoming more erratic. His breathing was getting quicker too. I was gonna be breeded again, just like the old days.
Finally, with a loud cry, I came fast and hard between our colliding bodies. The Sheriff soon followed me. “I’M CUMMING!!” he roared out as he buried himself deep within me in one go. At the same time, I felt his dick grow and pulsate as it painted the insides of my hole with its hot and thick cum.
The Sheriff captured my lips in a hot and sloppy kiss as we slowly came down from our sexual high.
After a few mins of silence, he spoke up again as we laid there on his back seat in an embrace. “I don’t think we can meet my family like this.”
I let out a small laugh. “Well, it was all worth it cause I needed that. We can stop by my place, my old folks are at work.”
We agreed that was the better option and slowly started putting back on our clothes.
We got distracted again at my place and I ended up giving my boyfriend’s father a blowjob in the shower.
Only if my boyfriend was way more perceptive, he would’ve noticed the limp in my steps when I climbed out of his dad’s cruiser or how my mouth smelled of cum, but alas, he’s quite dense and oblivious and I love that about him.
Thank god, the doctor would see me. A Sunday afternoon and I have to go and hurt myself in a knockdown touch-football game. Dr. John’s office seemed to be empty when I got there. I called out for him from the reception room and he appeared from around the corner. Dr. John was in his mid thirties and looked like he worked out every day. Although, he had on his official white jacket, he was also sporting a tee shirt and gray sweats underneath. His face was dark from the black bristles of an unshaven beard. Tall, dark and handsome.
“Sorry about the sweats,” Dr. John apologized. “I rushed over as soon as I got your call.” “No problem,” I said. (I thought to myself - I could help you take them off if you feel so apologetic about wearing those form fitting sweats!) I could only imagine what he would like with those gray sweats down around his ankles. I felt a stirring in my loins. I too apologized for my unkept appearance as I was still dressed for football. I was sweaty and muddy from all the rough housing. My shorts were torn from the fall.
He led me to the examining room. “Why don’t you remove those clothes and wash up. There’s a hand shower in the corner. I want to get a good look at that wound.” He pulled out my chart as I began to remove the sweaty shirt from my body. I slide off my shorts, leaving me in my sweaty jock strap. The doc glanced over. “You might as well take it all off. We need to rinse you down. I’ll lend you some clothes once I’ve deemed my patient fit to leave my office,” he said with a smile. I quickly removed the strap as I apologized to him for being such an inconvenience on this damp, Sunday afternoon.
I walked over the corner to the hand shower. Almost immediately, he was there right beside me, to show me how to adjust the water. “Its easier if someone holds the faucet then you can use both hands to scrub up.” I reached for the soap and begin to lather up my chest. I was dirty. I lathered up my armpits, the dark hair poking out through the suds. I slowly worked my way down to my groin. I begin to lather up that big patch of hair. I was feeling much better. I became engrossed in my shower as I began to caress my body. Soaping up my hairy balls, lathering my shaft, easing the bar of soap between my hairy crack. I was just beginning to work my finger into my joy hole when I realized I wasn’t at home.
The doc realized my embarrassment and laughed, “Glad you’re so relaxed and feeling at home.” I quickly finished. He handed me a towel and led me back to the table. I was still feeling a bit aroused.
He told me that he needed to do some routine items first and then he’d look at my injury. First, he had me jump on the scale and then he jotted down something on my chart. “You’re a good weight, nice and lean for your height. And from a glance, I don’t see much body fat.” Next, he needed to check my temperature. He asked me to lean against the table. I must have looked somewhat confused as he then explained that only rectal thermometers gave the most accurate reading. And he needed me to lean over so he had good access to my freshly showered bottom. I started to protest but he would have none of it. He motioned me to turn around and lean over. As I bent over the metal examining table I felt a gob of vaseline and a big fat finger slide into my butthole. He moved his finger slowly around making it nice and greasy. It was hot. His warm finger probing my hole. I wanted to respond but I kept my cool. I felt my dick start to come to life but ignored its throb. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination but he seemed to slide his finger in and out a few times, like he was pumping it with his finger. He then slowly slid his finger out and slowly poked the thermometer into my crack. He patted my butt and said this will be over in a second. I didn’t mind the wait. My dick was throbbing but I didn’t want him to see my erection. He finally pulled out the thermometer and said it was normal.
Then he told me to lie on the table while he checked my pressure points. He needed to do the old reliable hernia check as well. I hesitated. I knew he would see my throbbing dick and I was embarrassed. “Up on the table,” he coaxed me. I slowly turned around and hopped on the table, my purple head throbbing at full mast. “Well, I guess I did say ‘up’ on the table. That is definitely up,” he grinned. He told me not to be embarrassed about such a natural thing. “We all get hardons.” He joked that the best thing about being a guy is pumping your dick and shooting your load. "It looks pretty healthy to me.“ I just mumbled about how it had a mind of its own as I layed out flat on the table.
He slowly checked my pressure points, tapping at my elbows and knees. “Spread your legs just a little,” he directed. “Time for the old hernia cough routine.” He pressed his fingers under my balls and made me cough. He then began to examine my balls, one by one. He squeezed and tugged on them. It actually felt good. “We might as well make it a thorough exam,” he said. He continued with the tugging and squeezing, asking if I felt any pain. He then started examining the shaft, squeezing and tugging. My dick started to throb even more in reaction to his touch. He begin to stroke it and seemed interested as the uncut foreskin moved up and down over the head of my cock. “It’s pretty big. Have you ever taken the proper measurements of this gland?” “Not really,” I replied. He pulled out a tape measure and began to check it’s length and girth. “For it to be really accurate, it must be really aroused.” He started stroking my cock really rough and my dick rose to attention. It was pounding. Precum was oozing at the slit of my purple dickhead. He started measure every aspect of my hard cock. “That is definitely a solid steel firearm,” he commented, “but can it shoot? We want to make sure there’s no blockage of any kind. I’ll need to see you shoot a load to make sure it’s all clear.” He indicated to me to start working on my shaft. I started stroking hard while he also probed at my balls and dickhead. He occasionally slid his finger into my hole. I was completely aroused. My dick was moist with all the precum seeping from the top of my dick. My balls were aching to shoot the load. He squeezed my balls hard while he shoved a finger in my ass. I shot a major load all over my belly. My hand, stomach and dick were covered in hot, sticky cum.
“Nice load,” he remarked. “You could almost call that a river! You’re load shot very nicely on your belly and I’m happy with the thickness of your cum.” He leaned down close to my dick and belly and dipped his finger in the cum. He took a big whiff of my cum and commented on how fresh it smelled.
“Every man shots his load differently, did you know that?” he asked me. I didn’t know how to answer. “You should learn from your doctor,” he continued. “You should be familiar with how the cock works. Since you just shot a load, we’ll need for it to reload itself.” He then slid his hands into his sweats and pulled out his cock. He began to show me how the head was sensitive. He made me squeeze and pull on his dick to bring it to erection. He had a big, hairy dick. It also had precum oozing from the head. He made me put it in my mouth to see how a warm cock felt. He began to pump my face with his dick, his balls slapping on my chin. He started pumping faster and before I knew it, he sent a spew of cum deep in my throat. I started to choke but he pulled me tight and pumped it all down my throat. I swallowed every bit of hot cum the doctor had to offer.
“Come here, son, let’s watch a movie together, just like the old times when you were still a kiddo. With your mom at your granny’s place, I think it’s the right time for us men to bond again like we used to before.”
I was bit hesitant and worried considering our recent past, especially with me coming out. I stiffly nodded back and walked towards him.
“Just Undies,” he said with a smile.
I nodded back once and slowly took off my clothes until I was just in my tiny briefs.
His smile got bigger. “That’s better, son. Now, come lie down beside me quickly. I found this great movie.” I immediately took my place beside his hairy body.
Well, later I’ll realise I had every right to be worried cause we never got to finish the movie. Half way through the movie, Dad was alreary pounding my tight ass into the sofa like he did last week on my bed.
“Just a bit more, son… Just a bit more… Ughhhhh… Fuck! I’m so close! Arghhh…”
I did what I did best. Relax and let him has his way with me. Even though the incest part was a bit unsettling, there was no denying that Dad was a great fucker with a big cock and clearly knew how to use it.
