Full Body Workout
by StrykerJ
11 Apr 2023 3641 readers Score 9.3 (22 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Introduction:
A longer story about the introduction into man-love for Daniel Manlove (18). He is a good-looking student that learned his ways from his father. Wanting to impress on his first day at school, the college freshman joined a gym to bulk up. But the workout he got from an athletic ebony hunk was much hotter than your average training session.
Disclaimer:
This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit.
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All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author's imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.
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Full body workout.
Rodney Manlove - a beefy man of 36 with British ancestry - had always known that his son, Daniel - 'Dan-the-Man' - was gay too. Or at least he knew that the boy enjoyed the company of other boys and men. Not that making friends came easy to his kid. Even less so when it came to becoming friends with the girls in their neighborhood or at Dan's schools. Dan's father also knew his kid had a thing for muscular types. You know, the caring older brother type. But the boy grew up as an only child. Daniel firmly hid his true feelings from his father growing up. Even more so when they started to discuss relationships and sex. No, Daniel Manlove ensured his father understood he wasn't gay. But by doing so, Daniel actually achieved the opposite. Not that Manlove minded that. Even before his divorce from 'that bitch' - as Rod called Daniel's mom - Rod lived up to his last name. You see, Rodney Manlove had secretly been of the men-love himself. Well, when his ex discovered that secret, she dumped him and the kid in a heartbeat. This was years ago, but to this day, it still affects Dan and his dad.
Rodney made damned sure his teen son did not make his mistakes. But he was hesitant to tell all his dirty little secrets to him, either. This was a good thing. That way, Daniel grew up as a tolerant young man. Excepting everyone for what they are. But kids don't stay young forever. Dan was going to college soon. He had survived the taunts and ridicule about his last name at high school. It taught him to fight and stand up for his rights. Knocking the assholes to the ground with a well-aimed blow. Teaching them to treat others with respect.
Because of peer pressure from his schoolmates, Dan even had more than a few girlfriends in high school. And since his father encouraged him to experiment, the boy quickly learned his way around the female anatomy. Teaching the girls all about the pleasures of anal sex. Well, teaching is taking it a bit far. But the growing kid loved sticking his hot sausage between their warm buns. Not caring if they wanted it up the ass or not. Dan just loved that tight feeling around his dick. And Rodney knew it was only a matter of time before his boy discovered men-love as well.
Dan was ready to start work right out of high school, but his father insisted he take the college route first. Giving his son three college options they could afford. Sitting beside his old man, Dan flicked through the college brochures. Daniel took to the technical college route. This was to the delight of his father. Rodney - an electrical engineer - was happy his son wanted to work with his hands. Even though Dan was smart enough to work with his head just as efficiently. Rod sniggered oddly when Daniel had unknowingly picked Devol College of Engineering. The same college his father and grandfather had attended.
Rodney clapped a hand on the inner thigh of his son and explained that he already owned an apartment in that city. And conversationally let slip that he knew a couple of very cool gay- and biker bars there. Daniel raised an eyebrow. He briefly looked at his old man, then leaned over to kiss him in thanks. The boy took Rodney's hand and guided it into his partially excited crotch. The corner of Rod's mouth twitched upward as the 36-year-old felt his son's 9-inch manhood swell beneath his palm.
"Ummm... Dad?..." said Daniel shyly after a while.
"Yeah?... What's up, son?..." asked his father.
"I... Dad... I know... Well, I know you are gay... You can bring home your friends if you want... I don't mind that."
A deadly silence forced its way between the two best friends before Daniel continued, "... Mom... Well, she... She told me years ago... I think she was trying to make me hate you... I am sorry... I think I am too..." stammered Daniel, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Shhh... It's okay, Dan-the-Man... I know she was trying to ensure you did not become one too... She hates gays... I am glad she did not succeed."
"But I could never hate you for being gay, dad!..." blurted Daniel out in shock, "... I fucking love you!... And talking about sucking seed... What's that like?..." the 18-year-old Daniel smirked naughtily at his father.
Dan full-well knew what that was like. On the first day of training with the water polo team, the older guys taught the boy what proper team spirit was. But Dan-the-Man had never told his father about the locker room fun they had. Not even when he learned what other things you could do with man-size trouser snakes from overexcited friends in tiny Speedos.
"Ha..." bellowed Dan's muscular father in surprise, "... It's refreshing to hear you say those things, Dan-the-Man..."
The two men stared at each other for a while. Slowly an understanding grew between the two that had never been this obvious before.
"So..." said Rodney to his twink son, "... You think you're gay too?..."
Daniel blushed the deepest red. Shyly saying, "Well, years ago, before I went to high school, I found your porn stash... And your... your..." But Dan could not bring himself to say what else he had seen hidden away in the garage behind his dad's old motorcycles. Those bondage things had frightened and intrigued the impressionable teen in equal measures.
"Did you like what you found?... No, that's the wrong question... Never mind that!... It's okay, son... You are 18 now... Old enough to buy some sex toys of your own..." said Rodney stroking the inside of Dan's thigh again. Deliberately - but inconspicuously - brushing the side of his hand against his son's shaft hidden in the boy's tracksuit.
"Ummm... Yeah... Sort of... I mean... I learned quite a few dirty things from those magazines and videotapes... And I started to fool around with the guys from the water polo team as well... Well, I actually did more than just fool around, dad... But... But... OH!... Dad... I got so much to learn!..."
"Enough!..." barked Rodney, removing his hand from Dan's crotch, "... Kid, if I had known... I would have tied you to your bed and slicked up one of my dildos to make you feel what it... To teach you how to... Goddamn!... I wish you were not my son!..."
"I am sorry, dad..." stuttered Daniel softly, "... I know I should not have gone through your private stuff... But... But... But what's with all the leather gear, the ropes, handcuffs, and chains?..."
Rodney grinned dirty at his son. "Oh!... That!... I like my men in leathers... And I like to dominate and tie my lovers down... smacking their asses... before I... Before I split them in two... I like it very rough..." Manlove lifted a corner of his mouth, smirking, "... Dude, you're going to love your college years... Plenty of booty to be had at campus and beyond... But I think I better help ease you into it if you're this nervous about it..."
The tone Manlove had adopted wasn't reassuring his twink son at all. Daniel gave his father a scared and apprehensive look. Not knowing where Rodney was going with this conversation.
"Don't look at me like that, Dan-the-Man!... I am not going to rape your ass!... In fact... I will not come anywhere near it... You're my son, for fuck sake!..." Rod squinted his eyes and leaned over to whisper in Dan's ear, saying in an undertone, "... But I know a few well-hung guys who'd love to take your ass-virginity in a rather brutal way..."
"Dad?..." said the bewildered twink to his old man.
"What?..." asked Rod.
"Why do you wish I was not your son?... Don't you like me?... Should I move out?... Find a place of my own?..."
It took Rodney Manlove no time to answer, "... Fuck no!... That was not what I meant... You're my best mate, kid... And I am glad we can finally stop hiding from each other."
But when Daniel looked at the man sitting next to him on the couch, he saw that Rodney had watery eyes.
Perplexed, the boy looked at his father, "... Why then?... Why do you wish I would not be your son?... I don't get it!..."
"Fucking hell, Dan... Use your brain!..." said Rodney Manlove rather more harshly than he had intended to do. It was Daniel's turn now to turn on the waterworks.
Rod put a thick arm around his son. Pulling him in close. Dan laid his head on his fathers brought chest. He had always liked the muscular physique of his old man, especially in circumstances like these. Rodney truly knew how to comfort his boy. He had always been there when Daniel needed a little guidance or moral support.
But, compared to the 36-year-old bodybuilder Daniel Manlove was rather skinny. Not that Dan wasn't a great looker. He only had forgotten to grow up. However, after two and a half years of brutal high school water polo, the kid was well-fit. Although you would not know it, judging by the boy's baggy oversized skater clothes. Daniel had a modest tanned 6 pack. Well-defined pecs and reasonably muscular arms and legs. But his cute boyish face was almost completely hidden behind thick curtains of sleek brown hair. Covering most of his sweet, boyish face. He looked good if you thought of Dan as sort of a young Emo punk. But he certainly wasn't that. Because of his hairstyle and introverted behavior, Dan came across as somewhat shy. His shapely 9-inch man-sized dick made up for that, though. Once you peeled off the clothes and looked past the outdated boyish hairstyle, Dan-the-Man was a proper hotty. Tanned, fit, and well-hung, who doesn't want a piece of that? And his father knew that all too well.
"Listen, Kid..." gasped an emotional father to his boy, "... I would have fucked the crapola out of you if you were not my son... You're cute... Although a bit young for my taste... But I would have done you anyway!..." Manlove stroked Daniel's hair out of his son's face. Continuing, "... Well, before you go to college, you may want to bulk up a bit... And you need to train that ass, of course... I am just saying... With some new clothes and perhaps a new hairstyle... Well, you will have a hard time beating the men away from that massive cock of yours... The best I can hope for is a hot threesome with you and some other guy... I'll tie 'em up... You fuck 'em down!..." smirked his old man nastily.
"Ohwww... Fuck, dad!... Really?... Would you have considered me?... I didn't look at it like that... I would have fucking loved it!... Getting some hardcore experience from a biker daddy like you..." simpered Daniel Manlove hotly to his butch father. Sneakily stroking the 8-inch rock-hard treetrunk hiding in his father's worn-out jeans.
"But you'll have to teach me a few more things before I can..."
Dan-the-Man suddenly sat up and looked his father straight in the eyes, exclaiming, "... Fuck... This is so weird!... I am nothing like you, dad!... Although I do like it when you ride your bike in those kinky leathers of yours!... It makes you look a lot... Tougher... And bigger even... So... So stern... but sexy... I wonder what that feels like?..."
"Really?..." Rodney raised his eyebrows in surprise, "... I didn't think you'd like the biker look... You're not really the type... I always seen you more as a shy jock, Dan-the-Man... I guess I am wrong, aren't I?... Okay!... Wait here, mate... I have an idea!..."
Manlove got up and half ran out of the living room, leaving Daniel behind in astonishment. Rodney took his sweet time returning downstairs, though.
The boy glanced back at the college brochure from Devol College of Engineering. If Dan-the-Man saw something he liked, he went for it all the way. He just wished he was as comfortable with finding a boyfriend. Daniel Manlove started immediately by filling out the application form. Dan had his heart set on the applied computer science and robotics course Devol offered. When Rodney returned, he wore the sexy outfit the boy had seen in the garage years ago. A vintage biker jacket over a butch leather harness. And over the jeans, tight leather chaps. Tough biker boots and police gloves completed the stern master look. The outline of his rigid member was clearly visible. Dan could see his father was obviously excited to show his son his master getup.
The severely stern look made Daniel gasp. But not in shock or horror. No, Daniel thought the brutal leather-biker master-look somehow suited his dad. Although he had never seen his father dressed like this before. Dan had only seen his father in leather gear when he went for a bike ride. But those clothes were much more modern and colorful. This vintage black leather and chrome outfit was something else. The boy actually felt sexually attracted to his old man. Even though Daniel could not envision himself in an outfit like that. Let alone the types of sexual bondage acts he associated with muscular leather-wearing men. Bondage wasn't for him.
But the powerful size of Rodney filled out the buff black leather in all the right places. His old man looked stern enough. Ready to command any man into submissive obedience. Making them serve Manlove's every sexual pleasure. No real man - gay, bi, or straight - could resist his father dressed like this. That thought made Daniel quiver in delight. Though he could not see himself going that route.
However, Manlove held out a second older black leather jacket to his son. A little surprised, Dan got up and took the jacket from his father. Leather was not really his scene, either. And Daniel could see it had been around the block a few times. In fact, it was so vintage it was hip again. It was much more modern than his dad's classic asymmetrical biker jacket. It had a stand-up collar, reinforced shoulder pieces, and subtle quilting stitching around the back and arms.
"Put that on, mate!... It's the jacket I wore at college... You can have it... It is too small for me, but it should fit you nicely... Go on!... Let's see the effect!..." said Manlove commandingly to his son. He roughly forced Daniel to twirl around as he helped him into the butch jacket. Pulling his son's gray sweatshirt hoodie out over the collar. The boy started to quiver as the sexual tension between the two began to rise.
"Well, what do you think?... It does suit you, Dan!... You fill it out nicely... Fuck, it even goes well with your tracksuit pants and hoodie... Ha, one snap of your fingers, and you can point those college bitches (M/F) right between your legs to service you..." Clearly, Rodney still did not fully believe his son was homosexual.
But Daniel grinned hotly at his father. "I do think it would have to be a man... I am done with girls..." smirked Dan-the-Man hornily to his old man.
Dan raised his right arm to his face and deeply inhaled the seductively intoxicating leather sent. Fuck, the boy even swiped his tongue over it. Rodney grinned hotly at this sight. He pushed his horny son rather harshly into the hallway. Parking himself behind his boy in front of a tall mirror. Breathing hotly, "... Does that work for you, son?..."
Pulling the waistband of his boy's tracksuit pants forward, Rodney asked, "... Excited yet?..."
But then it happened. Manlove screamed, "... Fucking hell, kid!..."
The moment his father checked the downstairs activities, Daniel blasted off. Dan-the-Man - in his new leathers - was unable to hold it back. The scent of the two leather-wearing guys, the heat emanating from his father, and the sexual tension just became too much to bear. Thick wads of milky cream shot over Rod's gloved hand, the mirror, the wall, and the carpet. All Dan-the-Man could do was arch his head back onto Rodney's leather-clad shoulder and grunt loudly in his ear, "... FUCK... OH... Fuck!... Yeah!... I... Love... this... Man!..." Every word that Daniel Manlove screamed was punctuated by a thick blast of cum. "OH, damn!... I am so fucking horny all the time, dad... I love this jacket... I want a dick up my ass, NOW!..." gasped Daniel Manlove.
Rodney and Daniel looked at each other in the cum covered mirror and grinned wickedly.
Rodney scooped a thick wad of cum from the mirror and offered it to Daniel to suck it right off the leather-gloved fingers to taste it. "You wanted to know what seed tastes like?... Well, here you go, kid... Swallow a load of this!... Shit, you came a lot... When was the last time you got laid?... Fuck, that was hot..." gasped Manlove, impressed.
Dan-the-Man eagerly licked his own jizz up. Savoring the warm, salty, and sticky juices as if it was his last meal.
Daniel did not regret the brutally harsh erotic tone of his old man. And for once, he also wished Rodney was not his father. Fuck, he would have loved to fully submit to him right then and there, whatever the consequences for his untrained ass. But Daniel Manlove knew that would never be the case. Although he now had a sneaking suspicion that this was why he occasionally got spanked when he grew up. Dan smiled to himself, scooping some more sperm from the mirror to get another taste. Watched intently by his old man.
Rodney and Daniel Manlove spend the next couple of weeks eagerly anticipating the reply from the Devol technical college. Talking explicitly about gay sex, the types of guys Daniel liked, and his father's hottest pickup lines. However, Dan kept his past initiatives with the water polo guys quiet. In turn, Manlove told his son how he discovered he was gay. He even explained his endeavors at the Devol College of Engineering dorms in increasingly gory detail.
It turned on a spark that had been dormant for way too long. So Rodney took his son to the college town for a long weekend. They had booked a luxury hotel room with two double beds and a separate living room. The hotel room even had a sauna and hot tub. Rodney had invited a few of his old college friends. And his old man did not hold back. Watched by his boy, he made out with them as if nothing odd was happening. And Daniel loved every horny second of it. The long weekend went by in a flash of butch gay men. Sounds of dominating sex emanated from his father's bed. While Dan got to watch hardcore porn with the other men waiting in line. The boy learned much about the rougher side of gay life, domination, and even some bondage play. Dan had never seen his father in his master role. But it suited him to a tee.
Together with his dad's old friends, they scoped out the gay scene in town. The men doted on Dan as if the boy was their own son. Taking Daniel shopping for a new college look. Dan just let it all happen. He was just happy to see his old man in his element. Rod's friends - one of whom was a hairdresser - even gave Daniel a new hairstyle. And truth be told, the new crop-top haircut with bleached spikey locks made him look a lot sexier and older than Daniel was used to. Dan-the-Man looked like the desirable adult he really was.
The young man learned much - just by looking - about being gay from his father's hunky friends. The boy could not stop grinning at all the nasty and dirty things Rodney Manlove and his old lovers got up to. They took Dan to nightclubs and gay bars. Showing the sights, teaching him about glory holes and bathhouses. But sexually, nothing happened, apart from watching some porn flicks together. Well, apart from the night that Manlove taught Daniel about safe sex, how to shave his ass and flush it clean. That was quite the hands-on experience. Daniel had indicated he needed a man inside him or would explode otherwise. Secretly hoping his old man would do the honors, but at the same time realizing this would not, could not, and should not happen.
So the last day of exploring the college town, Manlove took Dan-the-Man to a dingy-looking adult store to buy some training tools, as his father called them. Both were dressed in their leather jackets, looking tough and relaxed. Daniel was glad his father was there with him.
Dan took to the new toys like a duck to water at home. Every night before bedtime that summer, the boy retreated to his room. He fucked himself silly with one of the dildos, the pulsating anal vibrator, or the buttplug set. Trying out the lubes, poppers, and silicone anal shower. But what Daniel liked the most was the Fleshlight masturbater and the Lovense remote-controlled prostate massager he had bought online.
As the sweltery summer dragged on, the acceptance letter from the technical college finally arrived. It was time for Dan to start packing and moving. Rodney had rented a U-haul, and all his boy's possessions were stowed inside. It felt odd to see his old bedroom this empty. Dan-the-Man was feeling a bit apprehensive about the move. But his father wasn't. Rodney was making all kinds of snide remarks. Acting as if this was the best thing that had happened to the two of them. When Daniel told Rodney that he knew no one in the new college town, his father assured him this would change quickly enough. Dan also noticed his father's belongings remained in the old house. Manlove just grinned and said the new apartment was fully furnished.
But when his old man only came out with his weekend bags, Daniel nevertheless sheepishly asked, "... Hey?... Dad?... Is that all you have packed?... Aren't you going to come?... I thought you were moving with me..."
"Hahaha... Not scared now, are you Dan-the-Man?... I will help you move and stay the summer with you... After that, I have to get back to work... That college isn't paying for itself... Now, is it?..."
"But I thought we both... Huh?... I don't get it... I would have gone to a college here... So I could keep living with you..." replied Daniel worriedly.
"Fuck that!... You need to get a college degree and a man or two up your ass... or three... or four... I would only be in the way... Besides, you will like your new home and freedom..." said Manlove reassuringly as the two men drove across three states to their destination.
Taking turns driving, they arrived early the next day. The apartment building was within walking distance of the college complex. Although most of Dan's study halls were on the other side of the extensive grounds. The old brick building had 27 apartments with a large water tower on the rooftop above the central stairwell. The flats appeared to be mostly rented out to Devol College of Engineering students. The ornate building was set back from the road. It had a paved courtyard in front, a basketball court in the center, and garages on either side. His father's old college lovenest was on the very top of the 5-story building. Two bedrooms sat on either side of the central flat-topped spire, with the wooden water tower. Its protruding dormer windows in the standing-seam metal roof facing the courtyard gave the building an extra bit of grandeur, thought Daniel.
"Here we are!... So what's your first impression?..." asked Manlove.
"Hmmm... Don't know, dad... Look at those... Those thugs outside... The bricks could do with a powerwash... and the windows with a shitload of paint... But those guys..." stuttered Daniel, a little scared by the mixed group of men and women hanging around outside.
"Ha... well, I will have to get the super on that right away... Seeing as I own the building..." said Manlove casually.
"What?... Do you own the entire building?... Sorry, I did not mean to be rude... You did not say..." stammered Daniel with reddening ears of shame.
"Great-grandpa Manlove had it built in the fifties... It's been in our family for decades... Many college brats have lost their virginity behind those grubby walls..." smirked Rodney hotly, "... And it makes me more money than my engineering jobs... But your right, Dan... It is in high need of a makeover... And as for those thugs... They're alright... Act like a little bitch now, and they will treat you like one... Act like a Manlove Alpha, and they will serve your every need for years to cum... ummm... to come..." said Rodney Manlove to his incredulous son.
Enjoying the morning sun, shooting some hoops, and smoking on the stoop to the central hallway. A group of 8 or 9 brawny guys and girls - a few years older than Daniel - were hanging around the courtyard and garages. Dan could not wrap his head around all this. Those guys actually scared him a little. Well, intimidated was a better word. He needed to grow a bigger set of balls before walking past them with his head held high.
Manlove beamed at his son, "... Come on... Let me introduce you... Just act confident... Even if you have to fake it... Confidence is key!... Just follow my lead, Dan..."
Manlove grabbed his vintage leather biker jacket and deftly flung it over his shoulders as he jumped from the cab. Daniel watched as his old man walked cooly past the guys. Manlove's vast shadow preceded his robust rump as he stopped behind an older black man tinkering with his motorcycle outside one of the garages. His bald head and slightly graying, well-groomed beard were one thing. But his physique was quite something else. As Daniel watched, he felt his crotch tingle. Dan had always liked the look of strong black men. With the truck's windows turned down, he could hear the black dude gruffly shout, "... Get the hell out of my sun... Asshole..." But his mouth fell open when the big black stud looked over his shoulder.
As the bald black hunk turned around, he saw who was blocking his sun. Manlove grunted, "... Now, is that any way to greet your master, Jones?... Bitch!... Assume the position!... Kiss my boots and treat me like you missed my dick..."
It was Dan's mouth that fell open now. Was this hunky black guy his father's butt-boy? He assumed so because the bitch actually did as his father demanded. The big black macho instantly dropped to the floor. Bending over to swipe his tongue over Manlove's boots. Then raising himself up and pressing his lips against the crotch of his biker daddy. Whispering something Daniel could not make out. But it seemed to please his old man. Even the guys standing around outside were stunned into silence at this show of domination.
Daniel Manlove rolled up the U-haul cab windows and took a deep, steadying breath. Swallowing his nerves. Jumping as casually as he could out of the cab to join his father's side. Draping his jacket nonchalantly over his left shoulder. All this was, of course, closely observed by the group of guys and girls standing outside. There was an odd tension emanating from that group. Daniel walked past them to join his old man, and he noticed that one of the guys followed a few steps behind. Bouncing a basketball menacingly. Daniel heard the guy catch the ball between two hands. Fearing the worst, the boy watched the shadow of the guy behind him. The short ebony college dude was about to bounce the ball on the back of Dan's head, shouting, "... Who the hell are you?... Mother Fucker!..."
But Daniel was one step ahead of him. Dan bent over, and the basketball sailed over his head. Hitting the motorcycle of the older black guy a few yards away. The fury was palpable in the air.
"TYRELL!..." bellowed the macho black stud in anger.
"Is that guy bothering you, Uncle?... Ummm... Sorry, Master Booker?..." answered the short ebony fucker behind Daniel.
But it was Dan-the-Man who answered butchly before either his dad or the older black hunk could, "... Of course, Master Manlove is bothering his bitch... But if this black beefcake is Master Manlove's slut... What does that make you?... Our houseboy or just a fucking sex toy?..."
After these butch words, the rest of the group of young men and women rolled on the floor laughing. They had clearly not expected this 18-year-old punk to put Tyrell down like that. Even the guy he called Booker and his old man found Dan's words extremely funny. The young tattooed ebony gangbanger, Tyrell, was shocked into silence. The scolding Daniel had given him had hit a nerve. And Manlove looked in surprise as Tyrell's gaze submissively hit the floor together with his mouth.
Daniel picked up the basketball and walked the few steps back to Tyrell. Handing him the ball back. Dan extended his right arm. Saying, "... Hi, buddy... I see you're going to Devol as well... Nice shirt... My name is Daniel Manlove... I am moving in upstairs..."
Daniel had spotted the Devol's varsity logo basketball shirt the guy was wearing. It had a large red letter-'D' and a triangular logo of a devil's head, with a pointy black beard and 2 horns.
A little bewildered, Tyrell took the basketball and shook Daniel's hand shyly. "Oh... Ummm... I... I... I am..."
Dan grinned and said, "... I know... You're Tyrell... And your last name is?..."
The older black stud clapped a sturdy hand on Daniel's shoulder before Tyrell could answer. "Hi, kid... I am Booker Jones... The building superintendent... And that fucktoy is Tyrell Jones... My nephew and servant..."
It took Daniel a moment to take in the information Booker had provided. But he quickly understood there was more to the uncle-nephew relationship. Why else would Booker call Tyrell his servant or - for that matter - his fucktoy. Remembering his father's words about acting confident, Daniel said, "... For future reference... Ummm... Sir, is it?... My name is Daniel... I am not your kid... So don't treat me like one!... And if I had known, I would have worn my cowboy boots for you to lick clean... B-atch..." But that is where Daniel's master act broke down. He felt utter shame in calling the buff black stud Booker Jones a bitch.
Booker saw that Daniel felt uncomfortable, and somehow that broke the ice. The man grabbed Dan-the-Man. Giving him a rib-cracking hug. Clamping one hand around the boys back and the other stroking Dan's firm buttocks. And seeing that the boy did not mind this kind of attention, he muttered under his breath, "... You take after your old man, Sir... And you'll make a fine master someday... Like father, like son."
After both Jones's introduced the other guys and girls, Booker invited Daniel and Rodney inside. Jones handed Daniel the keys to the loft. While the 3 of them walked up the 10 flights of stairs, the super showed him around. The number of flats on either side of the central stairwell increased the higher up the men climbed. The elevator had been condemned for decades. Booker Jones lived in the biggest apartment on the ground floor. It had its own entrance. He told Daniel that he had worked for Rodney's father as the building's superintendent for decades. Keeping an eye on the twinks from Devol College of Engineering. But a few other families also lived in the bigger apartments on the lower floors.
Tyrell lived in one of the smallest flats on the 4th floor. So Daniel did not expect to find himself in a vast open-plan loft. Above the central stairwell, a double-height room had been created. It housed a full kitchen, dining room, living room, and a large bath. Under the sloping roof on either side, two huge bedrooms were situated on either side of the building. One painted in dark colors, dressed with his father's old things. The other was a bright blank canvas. Ready for Dan to stamp his mark on.
Booker roped in Tyrell and his friends to help unload the U-haul. Daniel ran across the street to buy some groceries and drinks as well. He returned with snacks and 2 crates of beers and soda pops for the guys and girls that helped him move in. While they celebrated the new arrival, Tyrell and Daniel carried his mattress up the 10 stairs. After dumping the new mattress on the old bedstead, the two guys collapsed on the bed. Panting with the effort it had taken. When Daniel looked at Tyrell, he saw his cockhead dangling out from under his basketball shorts. When Tyrell saw Daniel's gaze on his exposed crotch, he grinned and smirked, "... Like what you see, Danny boy?..."
Daniel let out a long whistling breath in shock. "Fuck, that thing is huge!..."
"It's not that bad... It takes a bit more preparation and lube to make it fit..." Tyrell nastily grinned.
"I bet it does... But fuck... That's got to hurt going in... Ain't it?..." sighed Daniel, admiring the 2 plump veggies and fat salami sausage. Tyrell had hitched up his shorts, exposing its considerable tattooed length. Showing off the stiffening ebony rod lustfully. Making Daniel gasp, impressed.
"Sorry for asking, are you gay?..."
"Yup..." said Dan-the-Man confidently.
"Good... Maybe we can play hide the sausage sometimes... Most of the guys in the building only like pussy... But every now and then... Well, no... Fuck It... I am gay too, but don't tell them!... Please... Don't!..." pleaded Tyrell hotly.
Daniel grinned and pushed Tyrell's hand away. Jerking the impressive 11-incher with firm strokes. He felt Tyrell's ebony manhood stiffen even more. And when a thick drop of precum appeared, Daniel bent down. Swiping his tongue over the head, looking up at a slightly shocked Tyrell. Daniel took the black nuts in one hand. Firmly pulling on them. The dick perked up, and Dan closed his lips around the twitching head. Within a few seconds, bobbing his head up and down over the rod, the twitching became more pronounced. Tyrell's breathing became more erratic. Dan felt the horse-hung stud dick disappear deeper into his mouth as Tyrell pushed a hand on the back of Dan's head.
Daniel looked up at Tyrell. Muttering at him between mouthfuls, "... Go for it... Feed me, Ty... Give me that black milkshake..."
Well, this was precisely what Tyrell was hoping for. Half a minute later, Dan's mouth was filled with the best, the hottest, and thickest load of cream he had ever tasted. Dan-the-Man crawled over Tyrell and grabbed his face in both hands. Lowering his lips to the dude, he shared half the load with him. Manlove had even heaved his own boy toy out of his torn jeans. Ready to take Tyrell's black hole from heaven to hell and back. And Manlove wasn't going to take no for an answer, either.
But Daniel suddenly stopped. He had felt Jones's hand on his ass. Well, to be precise, on his wallet in his back pocket. So Daniel spat the last of the sperm in Jones's face and bellowed, "... Get your hand off my wallet!... And you're not going in my ass with that thing... It's way too big!... Little sneak thief..."
The magic was gone. Dan got up and wiped his face clean on a towel. Throwing it to a shocked Tyrell. They briefly met in the living room to drink a beer with the rest. But Tyrell left before the rest of his possy. And even when Rodney asked his son what was wrong, the boy did not answer.
It wasn't until Rodney helped his son make the bed that he discovered what happened between the two college guys. Manlove saw the cum stains on the plastic-covered mattress.
"Ah... A housewarming gift from Tyrell?..." asked Rod, grinningly.
"The asshole made a grab for my wallet when I was laying on top to kiss him in thanks..." blurted Daniel out in anger.
"Oh!... I see... You may have misunderstood his intentions, I think... He does seem the ass-grabby type, though..."
"Oh No, I Did Not Misunderstand!... He practically had the wallet in his hand..." said Daniel in horror.
"Hold on... I got something for that, slugger..." said Rodney.
He walked to his bedroom and came back with a leather wrist wallet and a wallet with a thick chain and belt loop. Saying fatherly, "... I know you don't like too much leather... But use either of these when you go clubbing... That way, your lovers have free access to these tight grab handles..." Smacking Daniel on the buttock with a firm love tap.
Dan knew his father meant well, but the situation with Tyrell left him uneasy. It happened all a bit too sudden, thought Daniel. At the same time, he wondered what it would feel like to get stuffed by something as big as Tyrell was sporting. He just wasn't ready for that. Maybe his dad was right. Maybe Daniel had been looking for a way to get out of sex with Tyrell and, indeed, misunderstood Jones's intentions on purpose.
During the next few days, Daniel avoided Tyrell. But he had talked to his uncle about him. Booker had smiled friendly and explained that Tyrell was harmless. Tyrell had already told his master about the incident. And that he would not have minded going all the way to 5th base in one inning with Daniel that day. Manlove had grinned at these remarks. If only his nerves had not prevented him. He would have loved a good assfucking that day. Hell, Dan would have let Tyrell take a few rounds on his ass as well. His tattooed cock wasn't much bigger than the biggest dildo he rode nearly every night.
Rodney hooked up with a few more friends those first few days. And they invited Dan-the-Man to tour the town's nightlife with them. Apart from getting drunk as a skunk for 4 out of 7 nights in a row, nothing happened to the boy. This changed when his father woke him at 7am one morning after they got home at 2.
"What the fuck, dad?..." said Daniel angrily when the curtains got ripped open, and the stained sheets got pulled from Dan's naked body.
"Time to get your body in shape and your life in order..." barked Rodney to his son. "You got 6 more weeks to bulk up... I booked us a gym workout with a personal trainer... Fuck... Play your cards right, and you might get a full body workout today..." smirked Rodney Manlove, flicking a finger against the raging morning wood of his son.
"Ow... What did you do that for?..." said Daniel glaring angrily at his old man.
"It's time we get you laid..." Was his simple reply.
"Yeah... Enjoy yourself... I am going back to bed, dad!... I just went to sleep 3 hours ago..." growled Daniel harshly.
"You should give those toys a rest instead... Get up!... Breakfast is ready... Your workout starts at 9:30... You can sleep when you're dead..."
An hour later, the boy exited the car yawning. He found himself in a parking lot in front of Hawks Gym. Apparently, a little-known secret of the town. Only a few people seemed to know about it. It was situated in a slightly rundown area on the outskirts of the college town. But even at this early hour, the parking lot was half-full of upmarket cars and motorcycles. Rodney's old 1970 Dodge Charger looked somewhat rundown compared to these cars.
Manlove held Daniel back for a moment. He told him, "... Listen, whenever I am in town, I hang out here... But not many people in there know I have a son... And even though the folk in here may look rowdy, they are on our team, so to say... Just act confident, but don't lie... And if they ask, say we live in the same building... You may want to call me Sir at all times, though..."
"Okay?..." said Daniel skeptically.
"That would be... Okay, Sir..." smirked Rodney to his son.
"Whoops... Sir, Yes... Sir... Okay, Sir..." laughed Daniel, "... Should I also salute you?... Ummm... Sir?..."
"You little brat!..." laughed Manlove, "... No, that would be overdoing it... But then again, they know me as a stern master in there... You just do your thing, Dan-the-Man... Act confident... And report to the front desk and sign in... I'll see you around noon, showered and ready to leave."
"Sir... Yes, Sir..." Grinned Dan dirty with a two-finger salute.
"Don't worry about a thing, Daniel... I'll look out for you... Oh... And one more thing... Absolutely no sex in the main gym area... Not all men in there are gay..." said Rodney seriously. "... The showers and locker rooms are on the left... The swimming pool and saunas are at the back... Have fun... But be safe... You're here to bulk up and work on cardio first... Fun and games come second... Catch what I am saying, son?..." asked Manlove gruffly.
"Roger... Muscles first... Sex later... Sir, yes, Sir... Anyway, what's the likelihood of that at this time of day?..." Asked Dan with butterflies in his stomach. Hoping against hope he would meet a buff bro to work out within this gym.
"Moderate to high..." said Manlove softly as they entered Hawks Gym.
This gym was different from the gyms Dan was used to back home. Daniel spent little time in the gyms. He mostly trained at school or at home. The closest the boy came to regular workouts was an hour in the communal pool, running on the treadmill, or doing some weightlifting with his father's dumbbells. No, this gym had more of a café vibe. Very relaxed, with nice music and a mostly friendly crowd.
As soon as Rodney Manlove entered, he got greeted by the staff and some of the customers. Apparently, he was a very renowned customer at this gym. Rod punched Dan on the shoulder and said, "... See you at 12... Don't be late, or you'll be walking home!..." But he was whisked away by a small group of guys sitting in the lounge area. And Daniel was suddenly left standing there on his own, looking skittishly around at everything this gym had to offer, including the buff hunks working their asses off.
A female bodybuilder in her mid-thirties walked over to Dan and softly asked, "... Hi, I am Carla, looking for someone, son?... or perhaps something?..."
Her skimpy neon green outfit, tattoos, piercings, and violently pink hair were something else. And that was apart from the exceptionally curvacious bulging muscles. Dan was startled, speechless for a bit. Taking a step back to take her in. This tattooed beauty was best seen from a little distance, thought Manlove.
Daniel remembered what his father had said. "... Just act confident..." So he said, "... Oh, Hey there... I am Daniel... Manlove made an appointment for me at 9:30 with a personal trainer... Where do I sign in, please?..."
The woman beamed at him and guided him to her desk.
The receptionist called one of the older trainers over. The 50-year-old bodybuilder daddy showed Daniel around the facilities. Asking the boy about his former training schedule and what Daniel liked to accomplish. Daniel looked more at the men and women training than paying attention to what the trainer said.
The last stop on the tour of the facilities was the locker room and shower area.
"You can change here... You did remember to bring your gym clothes and a towel, did you not?..." snarled the annoyed-sounding personal trainer.
"Yes, Sir... I did, Sir..." replied Daniel confidently. But he had already developed a disliking for this man.
"Good, get changed, and I'll see you at the core trainer in 5..." said the already bored staff member.
Next to the locker room entrance worked a beautiful proportioned ebony man on a bicep and tricep machine. When the boy had stepped into the gym, the ebony mid-20-year-something already had caught Dan's eye. He was really putting in a lot of effort in his workout. But Daniel had already noticed this man's eyes undressing the boy. Not that Daniel minded that. Not at all. This hunk was precisely what the doctor had ordered. Slightly older, very athletic, and a real macho stallion.
When the trainer walked away, their eyes briefly met.
"Hi..." said Daniel confidently. With a sly smile around his lips, Manlove added, "... Looking good, man..."
"Hey... There..." puffed the hunk between bicep curls, "... You better hurry up... Hank isn't all that patient with noobs..."
"Ah... thanks... Hank, is he now?... He did not even introduce himself... Oh well... See you later, stud..." said Daniel softly. He swore the stranger winked at him. This hunk even adjusted his bulging package a little too obviously for the boy before continuing his double-time workout. Dan watched him a little longer, grinned toothily, and walked into the locker room to change.
Dan arrived back at the machine the trainer had pointed to within 3 minutes. But Hank was nowhere to be seen.
So he stepped on one of the rowing machines next to the core training apparatus instead. To warm up. Dan knew how to use these machines from his high school days. But when the trainer finally turned up again, he quickly got up and took the trainer's instructions. As soon as Dan started his core workout, the trainer left again. Not to be seen.
The sexy guy Dan spoke to before had walked over to him. And gave the boy some pointers on using the machine and his posture. This made the workout much more enjoyable. Or was that the presents of the muscular bro? Dan did not know, but he was sweating like an otter in no time.
After 10 minutes, the guy told Dan to stop and asked if he wanted to hit the treadmill with him. Daniel agreed, and this allowed him to introduce himself. It turned out the guy was named Alex Dunmill. He was 26 and started a new job in 6 weeks. The ebony hunk looked a bit rough around the edges but not as nasty as the heavily tattooed Tyrell Jones. Dunmill seemed much more sophisticated. But he appeared to have forgotten to shave or to comb the half-long scruffy afro curls for the last few days. He smelled nice, though, and that realization made Daniel quiver. Dan-the-Man was actually surprised that the stallion was willing to hang out with him. Was Alex as infatuated with him as Manlove was with Dunmill? Daniel indeed hoped he was, so he kept checking him out. Hoping for a sign or a nice word.
Manlove kept looking at the hot guy next to him. Well, more at his ass and crotch than anywhere else. Even wondering if this hunk was as well hung as Tyrell. This did not go unnoticed, of course. Alex kept beaming at Daniel whenever their eyes met.
"Hey, Alex?..." asked Daniel after a while.
"Hmmm?..." puffed Alex, who seemed to be running an uphill marathon to impress the 18-year-old beside him.
"How many hours do you spend in the gym?... Those arms are massive!... I bet your girlfriend loves to be held by those ships cables..."
"Ha... Well, I just broke up with my boyfriend to come work here... And yes, these don't grow themselves... But I can show you a few dumbbell and barbell exercises if you want..." said Alex openly.
"Oh... well,... Ha... I guess I stand a chance then..." thought Daniel half out loud.
"Sorry?... I did not catch that..." replied Alex with a knowing grin.
"I said I would love that, Sir..." gasped Daniel.
"No need to stand on ceremony, Dude... I must be mistaken if we are not all friends here... I want to lift some weights later... You can spot me... These guns are nice... But they do take a lot of work... Then again, I have to be strong... I work with industrial robots... Teaching applied robotics at Devol... Do you know about that college?..." sighed Alex. He momentarily slowed his running to a nonchalant walk and twisted his beautifully sweaty body to the boy. Seductively flexing an arm to show his training regime's full and powerful effect.
Alex grinned as he noticed Dan's impressed eyes wander to his crotch again. The boy was mesmerized by the free-swinging rod. Bouncing from side to side in loose-fitting, relatively short gray Adidas shorts. Dunmill let the boy look. But as soon as Alex casually scratched his nuts, Dan-the-Man looked away. Feeling caught and utterly embarrassed.
Beyond Alex, on the other side of the gym, he spotted Rodney. His father chatted animatedly with a clearly outraged Hank. The trainer had his back turned to the twinks on the treadmills. When Dan caught his father's eye, he grinned and nodded to the sexy stallion beside him. Rodney gave his son the thumbs up. Fullwell knowing that his boy was on the pull already. When the trainer noticed Manlove's attention had moved away, he looked over his shoulder.
Hank walked over and started to bark at Daniel. But Alex stepped between the two. He put a flat hand on one of Hank's absurdly large pecs to stop him. Saying calmly but sternly, "... Let me handle this client... Sir... I think I am much more his speed..."
"Are you now?... Homo!..." said Hank in anger. Daniel got angry at these words.
"Yes, he actually is... Sir..." said Daniel harshly, "... If I need more instructions on some of the machines, I will come and fetch you..." Adding a short "... Sir..." as an afterthought.
Rodney had rushed over as well. He grabbed the old trainer above the elbow and marched him away. Whispering something into his ear. A dawn of comprehension came over Hank. And he started to profusely apologize to Rodney Manlove.
A little shaken, Daniel rolled backward off the treadmill. Alex caught him and asked in a soft and deep voice, "... You okay, Dan?... Don't mind Hank... He's a closet case... And yes... I am gay... So he did not shock me... Nor should guys like that intimidate you... I like your white bubble butt..."
Alex put his massive arm around Daniel. Guiding him away to the weight benches.
Daniel looked to the side and got a shock. Seeing Alex up close for the first time, he noticed the stunningly white smile and the muddy green eyes. This first close-up look made it impossible for the boy's brain to process what Dunmill had been whispering moments before. But all the other senses were heightened. Dan could even feel a few drops of sweat trickling from the hunk's armpit onto his shoulder.
But when he came to his senses, it was with a shock. Dunmill had sneakily moved his arm off Dan's shoulder. A hand was traveling slowly down. Over his shoulderblade. Down along Manlove's spine. Ending up onto a buttock. Alex squeezed it briefly and moaned quietly, "... I do like a nice white bubble butt... It's been so long since..." But when he saw the shock on Dan's face, he removed the hand quickly and tried to look casual again. He grabbed a few lightweight dumbbells off a nearby rack. Proceeding to show Daniel a few simple exercises in quick succession.
Still feeling awkward, Daniel put a knee on a bench and started doing a few one-armed rows. Dunmill watched him for a moment. Under the pretense of correcting the position, he bent over Daniel. The boy felt the heat from Alex's crotch pressing to his buttock. With his soft and deep voice, he uttered embarrassedly, "... Sorry, Daniel... I did not mean to... But fuck, dude... Your smooth white body drives me mad... And you gave off all the wrong signals if you are not gay... Or even a little bi-curious... Just tell me to stop trying to get into your pants if you're not..."
Dan dropped the dumbbell to the ground and looked to his side. His nose was less than an inch from Alex's. Pouting his lips, he moved in for the kill. Their lips touched, and Daniel breathed out. Opening his mouth, he grasped onto Dunmill's lower lip. Alex raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. And opened his mouth a little wider as well. Their tongues met. Even though it was very brief, both twinks realized where this was heading. Dan asked, rather more loudly than was necessary, "... Am I doing it right?..."
"You are!..." grinned Alex, "... Oh, you meant the one-armed row?... Ha... Yep... That too!..." whispered Alex very seductively.
"You are right, stud... I am gay too..." said Daniel. The ease with which he said it surprised himself. What did he know about Alex anyway? And when Dan-the-Man spotted his old man watching the two in the mirror, he even more softly added to Dunmill, "... See that muscle hunk in the mirror?... That's my dad... He brought me here to get... To have... To get a full-body-workout..." ended Daniel lamely. "But I got a lot to learn... Inside and outside of the gym..."
"Not to worry... I can help you out there... That's why I became a teacher... I like my training partners young, white, and sexy..." smirked Alex hotly.
Daniel did not let it on. But he understood that becoming a teacher meant something other than a gym trainer. For one thing, Dunmill was not wearing a staff shirt. But the boy kept his calm and ignored the hint. Inwardly he laughed his ass off, though. What if this guy was his teacher at Devol? Dan-the-Man was sure a student-professor relationship was not allowed.
The two twinks took turns working on the dumbbell bench for a good 20 minutes. But the tension that had built up did not want to dissipate. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched. But neither of them knew how to proceed, so they kept training their overexcited bodies. Alex kept looking at the barbell bench next to them. So Daniel asked, "... Can you show me how to spot for you?... I've never done that..."
After some instructions from Alex, the two twinks loaded the barbell with 20 pounds on either side. Dunmill admired how Manlove lifted the weight from his knees and told the dude to position himself behind the bench. Helping to guide the weight as Alex did his benchpress exercise.
"Don't be shy, Daniel... Step forward a little to keep your back straight... You've got nothing I haven't seen, smelled, or tasted before..."
Daniel smirked and took a step forward. His legs nearly touched Alex's rough curly afro.
"Okay... guide the bar into the holder... You're up next... I want to see what you can do, bro..." said Alex confidently.
Dumbbell exercises were one thing, but Daniel had never done benchpresses before. However, that was what he had come here for. To learn. Daniel positioned himself on the bench and grabbed hold of the bar. Alex repositioned Dan's arms a little and told him to lift. Helping the boy by taking half the weight. However, Dunmill was pleasantly surprised at Dan's strength. Slowly letting Manlove take all the weight. But Daniel got distracted. Dunmill had moved a few inches forward. And when the boy looked up, he saw it. And it was huge! As long as his first black cock. But nearly twice as wide. Well, at least the bit that was visibly dangling lustfully out one of the pant legs.
When Daniel licked his lips in a reflex, Alex bent his knees slightly, making the cockhead rub Manlove's nose. Daniel arched his head back for a better view. Even lifting his face to it. He stuck out his tongue and stroked it over the cut manhood. Instantly Alex let out a barely audible grown. Even Dan's caught 9-inch tool wanted in on the action. It strained against the captivating jock in the tight lycra gym shorts. Alex put a hand around Daniel's neck to lift him up. The stallion was about to bend down slightly more when the twinks heard Hank bellowing.
"What the fuck are you two doing?... You're here to work out!... Do you even remember who is supposed to work on your sorry ass, Manlove?..." asked Hank, outraged by Alex's behavior.
"Yes..." snarled Daniel back. Angered that the trainer used his last name.
"That is yes, SIR!..." bellowed Hank so loud that everyone in the gym heard him.
"There is no need to call me Sir..." said Dan-the-Man confidently.
Hank had nearly exploded at those rude words. He wasn't used to clients talking back to him. And certainly not an 18-year-old college punk like Daniel Manlove. But Alex nearly pissed himself laughing.
Rodney Manlove, Hawkeye, the gym's owner, and his lesbian staff member, Carla, rushed over. Preventing Hank from beating the boy to a pulp. Hawkeye and his father frog-marched the outraged homophobic fool away. Where the two burly men took Hank, Daniel did not know. And he could care less. He much preferred Alex training his ass anyway.
"Are you okay, Daniel?..." asked Carla.
"Ummm... Yeah... Thanks for asking... I was about to admire Alex's... Ummm... Well, let's say his technique... when that asshole interrupted us... Seems he has a knack for showing up at the wrong time..." replied Daniel confidently.
Carla switched her attention to Alex and muttered, "... Why don't the two of you continue your exercises in one of the side rooms?..." She winked at Alex and added, "... Have fun... But beware... His father is hanging around... And clean up after yourselves..."
When she turned back to Dan, she whispered in his ear, "... Are you sure you're ready for him?... He seems rather big..."
"Hell yeah... I am ready for anything..." sighed Daniel calmly. Giving the pink-haired fairy godmother a firm smooch on the cheek.
Alex had moved up behind Dan. One of his hands had disappeared down the slide. And one of Dunmill's fingers softly pressed forward as the two beside it opened the backdoor. Daniel arched his back a little, spreading his legs to grant the forward guard the time to probe the depths.
Carla saw Daniel flinch. She muttered to Alex, "... Careful now... Don't damage the goods... Or his old man will rip your black nuts off... Room 3 is free... have fun, Dan..."
"Oh... I will... Don't worry... This isn't my first rodeo..." said Dan, grinningly.
The two men walked to the other side of the gym. On the right, a door let off the main gym area into a long hallway. The wide hallway was decorated with pictures of naked bodybuilders as well as a few seats. Dan stopped at a condom vending machine. He twisted the nob and out popped a rubber and a lube packet. Dunmill's eyes widened. Manlove looked at Alex's colossal bulge and grinned. Turning the machine's nob 3 more times. Saying, "... Let's do this... I am so fucking ready... But go easy on me... You're definitely not my first... But you ARE the biggest I have had so far..." But that's when his confidence failed him.
Daniel realized that he did not even know what Alex had in mind for him. Or if he even was going to get laid by this athletic hunk. Maybe Dunmill just wanted a quick blowjob. Then continue the full-body workout in private. Whatever that would mean. Alex smiled at Dan's indecision and roughly pushed the boy to room 3. He flicked the sign next to the door from 'public' to 'private' and the one above it from the green 'free' to the red 'occupied'. Saying to Daniel, "... Let's go in here... It has everything we need... And we won't be disturbed... I want in that white ass of yours..."
Dan's knees started to buckle at these words. He was going to get laid. He knew it. But at the same time, there was a slight twinge of annoyance servicing as well. What was the need to add white this, white that, and the other in every 2nd sentence? Dan wasn't using the n-word on the ebony hunk, even though he had already needed to bite his tongue a few times.
But his worries did go unnoticed. As soon as the two stepped into the private room, Alex turned back to the door to lock it from the inside. A light above the door turned from green, past orange, to red. He even closed the blind on the door's window. After setting his small gym bag on a nearby table, he returned to Manlove. Dan had been taking in the room. As if he was bidden to remember it for future reference.
It was a gym in miniature. It had the usual workout equipment. A weightlifting bench and a mirrored wall with a rack of dumbbells. It even had a thick rubber floor in the center. A big leather couch and footstool. On the wall hung some more male erotic pictures. But to Dan's surprise, it also housed a leather sling and a fuck bench with leather belts hanging off it. Dan had never seen this before. Well, not in the flesh. The seat had two levels. One for his knees and a padded, inclined upper level for his body to lie on. It even had a handlebar with cuffs hanging from it. Dan had seen something like it once before. Guys used it in one of his father's old domination and bondage movies. And the younger teen had not liked what he had seen. The sex slave was tied and beaten until his ass resembled a raw pound of bloody minced beef.
With his worried eyes fixed on the apparatus, Daniel had not noticed the undressed ebony stud moving up from behind. But Dunmill had anticipated this. He grabbed Dan from behind. Pushing his athletic body and aroused dick firmly to Manlove's backside. With one hand, he pulled the boy's shirt over his head. Alex's hand latched onto Dan's chin after the sweat-drenched shirt hit the couch. He twisted the boy's head around. Kissing Manlove harshly on the lips. Muttering hotly, "... Shit, boy... Nice six-pack..."
Dan had put a hand behind his back. Feeling up and down the hot rod grinding up and down his lycra shorts. The boy gasped in horror, "WOW... Fuck, man... That's so big!... I am not sure it will fit..."
"Don't worry about that... I will make it fit..." grunted Alex forcefully.
But that was the wrong thing to say to a nervous twink that mostly topped other guys. The biggest thing he had up there was nothing compared to these 10 inches. And the length of Alex's manhood wasn't even the worst of Dan's worries. No, its girth got Dan-the-Man's nickers in a twist. Manlove turned around to face Dunmill. Looking down in horror as he did so. He let the colossal cock rest on his lower arm. Letting his hand cup the plumb black nuts. Dan's eyes widened. The scary cock was wider than his wrist. He was convinced that his ass hole would not accommodate this baseball bat. Sure, it looked nice. It wasn't too veiny. But the width? "... Fucking hell, NO!..." thought Daniel Manlove at this scary sight.
"I am going to teach you, boy... Don't worry... I will make it fit and stretch you open wide..." grunted Alex nastily. "... It may hurt a bit at first... But I will stuff all of that inside you, snowflake..."
"I don't think so... That's too big for my tight ass... There is not enough lube in the world..." gasped Daniel in shock and horror. "Besides, I do need to be able to walk afterward... And... And... WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME?... Professor?"
Daniel freed his hand from Alex's grasp and let go of the oversized load resting on his wrist.
"Huh?... I thought we were going to have... I thought you wanted to get... And what did you call me?..." asked Alex stunned.
"Never mind that!... Yeah... I wanted to... And we still can... But you're not going to force me... You're not hurting me... And you better stop with the race play... I did not use the n-word on you, so I don't see why you must keep pointing out that I am white... I am not that white, anyway... Blackie..."
Utterly stunned, Alex turned away from Daniel, thinking hard. After a moment, he walked to the couch and sat down. "Okay... Fair enough... Sit your ass down here, Daniel... I guess we need to talk first..." said Dunmill, smiling friendly up at Dan-the-Man.
Daniel walked over to the man and sat on the spot Alex was tapping. Right next to him. "I am sorry..." muttered Dan anxiously. Feeling as if he had fucked up badly.
"It's okay... But you do have a very... Fuck, I do like the way you... And well, you are whi... But you're right... It's not your color that has me attracted to you... You are my type..." whimpered Alex. Letting his eye wander over Dan's body. Resting his hand behind the boy's back on the couch.
"Good..." Daniel muttered confidently, "... At least we had that much in common then... You're my type as well!... A few years older... Very athletic... And well hung... But that also got me worried... If we are going to do this... You'll have to promise to open me slowly..."
Dan pushed the towel that covered Alex's modesty away. And took the limp dick in his hand again. He smiled up to Dunmill, then he bent over him. Taking the soft tool a couple of inches into his mouth. Softly swirling his tongue from the piss-slit to the ridge under the cockhead. All the while keeping eye contact with his lover.
Alex slid forward on the couch a little. Softly putting a hand on the back of Dan's head. "Fuck that feels nice... I can see you have done that before... Any boyfriends in your life?..." he asked.
"I had some fun sessions with the high school water polo lads... But I never let them do my ass..."
"Ah!... Water Polo... That's a brutal sport... I was wondering where you got that sexy swimmer's body from... Water polo will do that..." Alex moaned and grunted as Dan-the-Man took him deeper. Sucking the fat rod hard. Stroking its exposed shaft with one hand and rolling the hairless sweaty nuts in the other.
Daniel had pulled out a prophylactic. He knew Alex wouldn't make a move, so Dan took the initiative. The boy came up from deepthroating the hunk. Ripping the condom packet butchly open with his teeth. He blew the tip out and deftly stretched it over Alex's massive manhood.
Asking the 26-year-old, "Want to try my ass?..."
"Hell yeah?... Are you sure?..." grinned Alex Dunmill
"Lube me up good... But for fuck sake... Take it easy!..."
"Oh... hmmm... Yeah... I guess we can try the tip..." replied Dunmill anxiously.
"Ha... Well, I was hoping for a little more than that... But we will have to see if even the tip will fit... Just go slowly!... Please..."
"Okay... Sit on your hands and knees on the couch..." suggested Alex hotly. Brushing a hand through Dan's spiky hair. It sent shivers down his spine.
Daniel Manlove considered this a moment. All of his father's old porn tapes flashed through his mind. He was used to taking his friends from behind in the high school locker room. But Dan wanted his first time with someone as well-hung as Alex to be more relaxed. And a heck of a lot more controlled. So Manlove shook his head and looked over to the corner with the sex sling.
"Oh... Are you sure?..." asked Alex excitedly.
"I've always wanted to give a sling a try... And that way, I can keep an eye on you... Really!... Take it easy on me... I am a little scared..."
Daniel took both Alex's hands in his. Pulling him off the couch. They walked over to the sling. Alex twirled the boy around and kissed him. Their hard cock's got crushed between their bodies as Alex clamped a hand on either buttock. Dan had a hand in Dunmill's hair and the other pressed firmly to his lover's back. How long they stood kissing like that, the twinks did not know. And Daniel knew his first workout in the gym was already a resounding success. Alex moved Dan's hand from his back onto his neck, moaning, "... Hold on to me, baby... we are going for a ride..."
Daniel took a deep breath and hooked both hands around Alex's muscular neck. Alex lifted the boy up. A little higher than was necessary. But Dan quickly learned why. The rock-hard rod arched up as the boy was lowered down onto it. With the rubbered tip pressing hard against the rosebutt. Daniel gasped. But by doing so, his body relaxed enough for the cockhead to find its way into the dark passage on its own. No lube, no prep, no nothing. It just plopped its mushroom head inside.
"Shhh... Don't move... Just let it sit there for a moment..." whispered Alex at the surprise penetration. He had not meant for this to happen. But he was glad the boy took it well.
"Fuck... That's so big..." grunted Daniel in pain.
"Shhh... You're okay... You'll need to learn to take it... I'll teach you..." said Dunmill reassuringly. Taking a few steps toward the sex sling and hanging Dan's ass into it. His dick plopped out the boy's hole while he pushed Manlove's legs back. Hooking his feet into the stirrups hanging on either side of the sling.
Daniel had expected Alex to penetrate his exposed hole again. But the man bent over him. His rubbered dick slid seductively between the buttocks as he licked Dan's belly button. Moving up, he circled his tongue over Dan's pecs. Sucking a while on either nipple for a long time. Ending up aggressively French-kissing the man for even longer. All Dan-the-Man could do was hang on for dear life.
When Alex Dunmill looked Daniel Manlove in the eye, he asked firmly, "... Ready for your next lesson?... I am going to fuck you if you say yes!... So make sure you really want this thing in there..." He slammed his still rubbered dick harshly onto Dan. Hitting the head hard against the underside of his balls.
"Yes, professor... Teach me... But for fuck sake, bro..." grunted Daniel hotly and slightly in pain.
"Yes,... Yes... I know... We'll take it nice and slow..." said Alex before Dan had finished his sentence.
Dan tried to relax his body as best he knew how. Even though that was a tricky thing to do, as nervous as he felt. But he need not have worried. Alex stepped away from the boy. Walking over to the table where his small gym bag stood. Alex came back with a tiny 1 oz. squirt bottle of lube with an extended nozzle. Dan could make out the brand name. It read, "... Spit... hybrid numbing lube..." But instead of using the bottle, Alex squatted down. Sucking Daniel off hard and fast. Spitting in his hand and working the wet fingers into the boy's back door.
Watching the boy's reactions and listening to Manlove moan in pleasure. Deeper and deeper, the two fingers went. Only retracting them when Daniel - finally - started to wince a little. This whole ordeal was repeated a few more times. Alex saw that Daniel was able to enjoy this. So he pulled Dan's ass toward him a bit more. This spread his cheeks. But what the hunk did next was new to Daniel. Alex buried his face in the crack. Swiping his agile tongue up and down the boy's buttcrack. It came to rest on his starfish. Alex gave Dan-the-Man a rimming he had never experienced before. Frequently spitting against the back door. Working his wet tongue deeper and deeper inside the outer folds. Telling Daniel to relax and push his gut out a little. Praising his grunts and moans when the boy could take the tongue as if it was fucking him.
Finally, Manlove heard the lube bottle being popped open. A thick squirt got shot over the 10-inch shaft. It was as if Alex was squirting mayo over his hotdog, thought Daniel grinning to himself. A swift movement of his hand slicked up the entire rubbered salami. The fingers swiped the boy's back passage before the lube bottle disappeared inside. With a swift squeeze, a thick wad of lube disappeared deep inside Dan's butthole. And Alex kept squeezing as he pulled the nozzle out. Lubing the entire entry passage with cold numbing cream.
Alex looked intently at his captivated lover. "... Ready to get fucked, Honkie... If it hurts, then you got my permission to call me nigga... Fuck, I want in that white ass... Badly..."
Daniel sighed, "Okay, Professor... Just make sure it DOES NOT HURT!... Or I will do much worse than call you names..."
"OH!... What could you do?... These walls are soundproof, and your legs are locked in the stirrups..." said Alex rather defiantly. But he smiled as he said it.
"BLOODY HELL... That's so big... Fuck... Go easy!... Easy... Slow down, man!..." Screamed Daniel as he felt Dunmill penetrate the second time.
Alex did as instructed. He stopped moving but kept the pressure up. Inch by inch, the ebony baseball bat disappeared inside Manlove's love canal. Daniel realized that his ass was allowing the disappearing act. Alex stood perfectly still between the boy's legs. A soothing hand on Dan's chest. Eyes as wide as saucers, the boy sighed and felt half of the 10 inches had already inserted themselves inside.
"See... That's not so bad now, is it?..." moaned Alex in pleasure. Daniel agreed with him. But he had never felt this stuffed before. Slowly Alex's hips ground into action. Pulling back an inch or two before sliding effortlessly back inside. Slow and steady movements followed.
"Oh... Fuck... So big... Go on... Fuck me... Alex... Give that ass a workout..." moaned Daniel in delight.
"Kid... I can't... It's all or nothing... I need in there!... Open that hole for me..."
"Enough with the name-calling, bro... Just fuck me already... I'll tell you if it hurts..."
Well, the next few minutes were hell on earth. Alex pushed all 10 inches inside in anger. Passed the painful spot. He started to pump like a madman. Not stopping until his balls slammed against the white cheeks of the boy. Dunmill even upped the tempo for a few moments. Leaving Manlove to think that he was getting raped. But as soon as the boy thought this, it was over. Dunmill grind to a halt and bent over the boy. They looked each other in the eye. And Alex smiled apologetically. "Fast learner... You take it well, D... Most guys would have screamed bloody murder by now..."
"So I passed my first exam then, professor..." He asked.
"With flying colors and a kiss from the teacher..." said Alex Dunmill. Forcing his tongue in Dan's mouth while his cock continued the workout.
It was not until after the third time that Alex Dunmill had stopped all motions that Dan-the-Man felt his ass get wetter and wetter. He liked the feeling, but he did not fully understand it either. Not that he minded it much, either. The sloppy sounds Dunmill's ramrod made turned the boy on. And Alex was wearing a condom. However, the lube Daniel used at home started to dry out rather quickly when he toyed his own ass.
The mystery was cleared when Alex finally pulled out, panting and groaning. Looking down, Dan saw the remainder of the torn condom around the base of Dunmill's slimy cock. Thick wads of jizz and ass juices trailed from Dan's ass to Alex's still fully-hard rod.
"FUCK!... Did you breed me?... Man... What the Hell?... That wasn't the deal!..." screamed Daniel, outraged.
"Shit, that thing broke before I laid you in the sling..." grinned Alex. "... And yes, I did breed that white bubble butt 3 times already... And we are not done!..."
Disregarding Dan's protest, the boy got scooped up from the sex sling and deposited on the fuck bench. The velcro straps got tied over the boy's back. Pinning him down. Even his legs got fastened to the apparatus. And Alex inserted his cock in a brutal way. Nothing was left of the soft teaching mannerisms of Dunmill. He started to work on Manlove's ass as if the devil had possessed him. The only good thing - if you can call it that - was that it was over quite quickly. Alex pulled out the aching cunt and swiftly moved to Dan's mouth. Brutally slamming the pulsating rod into the boy's face. When Daniel opened his mouth to retort, the dick got thrust inside. It exploded with force. Gagging the boy with thick bursts of cream.
"What did you do that for?..." asked a hurt Manlove.
"You tricked me!... You're one of my students... Aren't you?... That's how I lost my other teaching job!... You fuckers are all the same..." said Dunmill in anger as he pulled his gym clothes back on.
"Asshole!... I would never report you like that... Besides... I am not your student right now... We can have 6 more weeks of training together..." But Daniel had already heard the door slam shot before he had finished.
It took him a while to free himself from the bench. Daniel cleaned himself and the mess they made. His ass and throat were sore, and his feelings slightly hurt. Manlove sat naked on the leather footstool. But he could only come up with one conclusion. "... This was the best fucking full-body workout he had ever had!..."
Inwardly laughing, Daniel Manlove gathered up his gym gear. It was already 1 o'clock before he had showered and dressed. It felt odd, but he was ready for round two. His old man sat in his Dodge Charger, enjoying the afternoon sun. When Daniel sat in the driver's seat, Rodney looked curiously at his boy.
Daniel smirked, "It was a nice workout... But the racist Professor Dunghill - or whatever his name was - could not see this work out... So he dumped and ran..."
"At least you got your workout..." grinned his old man to Daniel.
"For sure... The best fucking full-body workout I've ever had!..."
< The End >
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