My Father the Bodybuilder

“Ugh,” Doug Frasier grunted to himself as he placed the weight bar on stand above his head.  “Whew, that last set just about did me in.” 

“That was nearly 250 pounds, Dad; that’ll add some more definition to your pecs,” said his son Mark, who was standing behind the weights with his legs straddling both the bench and his father’s head.

The older man looked upward from his prone position staring directly at his son’s crotch which bulged against gray workout shorts.  Doug considered the tube-shaped mold of the young man’s cock, mentally comparing it with his own, before rising from the bench. “Well that does it for me today,” he said.  With the first movement from his father, the younger man moved his straddling leg to stand aside.

  Doug retrieved a towel from the foot of the bench to begin wiping his naked muscular body, now covered in sweat from the workout.  Wearing only a thin, ragged jock strap, the round shape of his balls and the prominent bulge of his cock were loosely confined within the pouch.  Wiry brown pubic hairs peeked from the edges of the old jock, its shape stretched from years of washing and wearing.  Turning to face his son he said, “Have you finished too?”

“Yeah, Dad, I’ve done enough for today.”  Mark Frasier, who at eighteen was Doug’s only child, had begun retrieving several items left about the floor and returning them to their proper place in the small home gym.  Wearing sweat stained gray gym shorts and a white t-shirt, Mark was clad more modestly than his father.  Unlike his father, he wore no confining support underneath his shorts; therefore dark sweat spots only emphasized the prominent bulge along his leg. 

On his way out of the room, the eldest of the pair paused to inspect himself in a full-length wall mirror.  After some observation he began performing the well-practiced flexes and poses of body building competition.   Like the competitor that he was, Doug’s interest in his own body and its muscle groups was nearly obsessive.    

Mark paused from his clean-up to watch as his father flexed his biceps and chest while he posed before the mirror.  For reasons that he kept to himself, he secretly got pleasure from watching his father in moments like these.

Eventually Doug left the mirror and continued across the room to an adjoining bathroom with a washing machine and drier at one end and at the other an open shower.  Stopping in the doorway, he watched as his son continued to move about the room. At eighteen the teenager was taller and leaner than his father. 

Doug’s attention was on the developing muscles of his son’s body.  He watched with a critical eye so that, even though he felt pride in his son, he still felt a flicker of envy at the boy’s flesh and its unmistakable sheen of youth.  After a minute, he turned from the doorway to strip off his jock strap and toss it into a hamper beside the washing machine.  The gesture was finalized with a few tugs to loosen his ball sack and stretch his sizeable penis. 

“Do you have school work tonight, Mark?” he asked, returning to stand in the doorway while unconsciously pulling on his foreskin, an old habit of his. 

The younger man, long accustomed to seeing his father nude about their house, including seeing his penis in various states, turned and replied, “No Dad, I got everything finished in last period study hall.”  Mark was ending his last year of high school.

“Good,” replied his dad, “How about dinner at Frank’s Pizza tonight?” 

“Sounds good to me,” the boy turned to respond in time to see his father turn to step out of the doorway toward the shower.  Very shortly he heard the sound of running water spraying against his father’s body.

Finished restoring order to the room, Mark stepped into the bath room and began stripping from his own clothes, tossing each piece in the washing machine.  Once naked, he reached down to retrieve what clothes were in the hamper, including his father’s sweaty jockey strap.  He threw them all into the machine before adding soap and starting the wash cycle. 

His father spoke to him, “Henry Davis mentioned at the gym the other day that he was impressed with your muscle development.  He wanted to know if you were going to be entering junior competition soon.”  Doug owned and managed a local gym and was a well-known area body builder. 

Mark stood watching his father shower while he pondered the question.  He was not sure that he would be comfortable with a room full of men and women, including Henry Adams, staring at him while he strutted about wearing only a skimpy posing brief.  This was the kind of public attention that his dad relished in, but not him. 

While thinking of this prospect, he watched while the older man lathered soap over his broad chest before lowering his motions to bathe the firm and ripped abdominals.   He watched as his dad concentrated his soaping on his six-pack then moved his hands to begin vigorously lathering his gentiles.  In full view of his son, the older man stripped back the foreskin of his penis, cupped his hand around the shaft and soaped the head.  Afterward he turned to allow water to stream over his body, washing the lather from his front-side. 

Relishing in the sight and proud of his ruggedly handsome father, the younger man mentally compared his own slender build against his father’s.  Eventually he responded to the idea of his entering competition, “I think that I need to put on a lot more muscle before I start that.” 

“That’s your opinion,” replied his father, while the shower sprayed over his back, “at your age definition is more important than bulk, and you’ve definitely got that.” 

Ignoring the comment, the Mark stepped toward the shower, extended his hand and asked, “Do you want me to wash your back?”

With a grunt for a reply, the older man passed the soap to his son and turned toward the spray, exposing his naked back.  Mark soaped his hands then began slowly rubbing both palms over his father’s wide muscular shoulders before moving across his lats and sides then down to the narrow waist. 

“What do you think of that new guy that I hired at the gym?” his dad changed the subject while his back was being soaped.  He bent slightly at the waist exposing his butt to his son’s soapy ministrations.

“Tony?” Mark replied, leaning forward slightly as his hands rubbed over his dad’s firm, round buttocks, first one then another.  The young man felt a slight thrill when, with his fingers, he massaged each muscle.  “Your glutes have gotten a lot firmer since you increased your squats, Dad,” he said. 

“Yeah, I can tell,” Doug replied.  Then he returned to the subject of the new man.  “Do you like him?”

“What do you mean by ‘like him’?” Mark answered as he began brushing shower water over his dad’s shoulders and down his back side, sweeping away the soap.  “Does it matter whether I like him or not, you hired him not me;” the son replied then added, “If he’s doing his job I guess he’s okay.”  Mark hadn’t warmed to the young man the few times they had worked a shift together.  For reasons unknown to the teen, he found him annoying. 

Dropping the subject of the new employee, his father said, “Turn around and I’ll do your back now.” 

Mark began to feel the firm rub of his dad’s hands gently squeezing the muscle over his shoulders and then down his back.  As he enjoyed his father’s firm touch, he had to consciously resist the sensual reactions his body was having.  Despite his efforts, his cock became slightly swollen. 

“I think what I’m asking,” Doug said as he finished soaping his son’s backside, “I’m asking if you think the guy is gay, and if you like him, you know,” he paused when he finished washing son’s back, “that way.”  As he stepped from the shower to fetch a towel for himself, Doug glanced to notice his son’s enlarged penis. 

“Oh,” Mark replied, while spreading shampoo into his hair, “by ‘that way’ you mean do I want to suck his dick?”  He paused while waiting for his father to react to the frank comment.

“Now Mark,” Doug replied, spreading his legs to pat the towel around his genitals, “I don’t care what you do with another guy, you know that.  I was just curious if you found him attractive,” he paused before continuing, “you know, in a sexual way.  But mainly I am just curious if you think he’s gay.”

While Mark leaned backward to rinse soap from his hair, he intentionally thrust his hips forward so that his cock and balls were pushed outward from his body towards his father. “Well,” he continued, “if you mean do I think he’s hot, the answer is ‘yes’.  If you mean, do I think he’s son-in-law material for you, probably not.  After all, you always told me not to marry the help.  ‘Fuck ‘em, but don’t marry ‘em’, you always say,” he joked while dancing to avoid the towel his father swiftly snapped toward his naked legs.

Doug and his son had no reservations over practicing nudity when together in their home.   They told themselves that the fact that they often showered together after joint work outs was just another aspect of the comfort they felt around each other. 

Over the years, Doug had encouraged what he considered age-appropriate frankness on the subject of sex.  Therefore, when his son began exhibiting a complete lack of interest in women, and more than common interest toward men, it was the father who introduced the subject of his son’s possible homosexuality. 

At first unsure and shy about the subject, Mark eventually became comfortable with openly discussing his developing sexuality with his dad.  Growing up with a father who was an avid competitive body builder had exposed him to the subject of men’s bodies.  It had been an interest in physical development that had segued into the son’s first arousals toward other men. 

However, it still took the recent interest of one of his dad’s body building students to introduce Mark to the adult world of sex. 

Part 2

Reuben Hinojosa was a 26 year old body builder training for the state championships when he hired Doug as his coach.  Mark had just started his last semester in public school when Reuben moved into their house to become a student-in-residence of his father’s. 

Returning from school one day, Mark found a stranger in his house talking with his dad.  Even though the newcomer was wearing gym shorts and a tight t-shirt, which emphasized his sculpted chest and stomach, it was the deep brown eyes that captured Mark when they were introduced.  When they shook hands, the man had also flashed a brilliant white smile, and the younger man could feel his stomach fluttering with excitement.  Unconsciously he had continued clasping the newcomer’s palm long after their greeting had ended.

Noticing his father’s expression caused Mark to finally release his grasp.  During this exchange, the grin on Reuben’s face had only increased. 

“Well,” Doug had stammered, apparently at a loss for words from what had just transpired between the new man and his son, “Reuben will, ah,” he hesitated, “be will be staying in the room next to yours for a few weeks.  You’ll have to share the hall bathroom.”  He directed the comment to Mark then added with a inquiring look on his face, “I hope that’s okay with you, son.”

Mark found himself breaking into a wide smile as he continued to look at Reuben while responding to his father, “Yeah, excellent,” he paused before adding, “It’ll be fine with me.”  A sudden wave of self-consciousness swept over him and he felt certain that he had just made an idiot out of himself. 

After a prolonged awkwardness between the three men, Doug broke the silence by saying, “Reuben, let’s show you the gym where you’ll work out and discuss the schedule you’ll be on.”  He turned and began walking through the house toward the gum.

In the process of following Doug, Reuben paused slightly to take a long glance backward at the young man, punctuated by another of his brilliant smiles.  He was greeted by a blushing red face.  “We’ll be talking again soon.”  Then he added in a whisper, “It’s really nice meeting you,” before he pursed his lips to blow a slight kiss towards Mark.  . 

The young body builder walked away leaving Mark engulfed in a torrid sea of shock and unexpected feelings.  He realized that he was shaking both internally and externally. 

Over the next days, school activities kept Mark busy and away from home.  He also worked part-time at this father’s gym, so he saw Reuben infrequently and never when they were alone.  His father’s regime for the body builder was strict and thorough. 

On the following weekend, as Mark returned home after a morning at work, the men had their next encounter.  Wanting to use the bathroom, Mark entered his house and proceeded to the hallway where the bathroom that had been his alone was located.  Momentarily forgetting that there was someone else in the house, he abruptly opened the door and was greeted by a masculine, “Hey.” 

Standing in the room, bent over with his foot on the edge of the tub, Reuben was in the act of drying one of his feet after a shower.  Mark couldn’t utter an apology for the interruption as he was so stunned by the sight of a very naked Reuben in all of his grandeur, his pale olive skin glistening.  “Wow,” he heard himself mutter, “You’re looking good.” 

Reuben stood upright while dropping the hand holding the towel to his side.  The same smile that had stunned Mark on their first meeting erupted across his face.  “My goodness, Mark,” he spoke in a low, soft voice, “you do have a way of entering a room.” 

Mark attempted to stammer an apology even though, with his eyes, he absorbed the sight of Reuben’s stunning, muscular body, completely shaved except for the hair on his head.  Though he had seen other men nude, including the many times he’d seen his father, he had never seen a man who was so beautiful and who was also making no attempt to cover himself from Mark’s intense gaze. 

Below a massive neck, the man’s bulging deltoids and pectorals stood out like sculpted marble.  Down his abdominal muscle a six pack of muscle rippled like waves on a smooth sea.  Massive thighs defined his sculpted legs.  Reuben, who was accustomed to the appreciative looks of others, stood impassive.  After a minute of standing exposed to the younger man, Reuben began to laugh.  Glancing downward at his body, the upward lift of his cock was becoming obvious.  With this sight, Mark felt an explosion within his chest followed by a strong filling in his cock, which was now pressing outward on the legs of his jeans. 

“Well Mark,” Reuben said while dropping the towel and reaching with the now free hand to lightly touch the swollen head of his penis, “it looks like we do have something in common.”  Stepping toward Mark he reached past the young man’s shoulder to close the bathroom door.  “We wouldn’t want your Dad to find us like this would we?” 

“He…he’s at the gym,” Mark stumbled, “I just left him there.  He’ll be home later tonight.” 

Reuben now stood so close to Mark that the gasping from their hard breathing collided in the space between their mouths.  Though he was the taller of the two, Mark felt Reuben’s cock press against his crotch.  He was exhilarated by the feel; however, he could only continue to stand speechless waiting for Reuben to take the lead. 

“I haven’t done much like this,” he said finally, to be greeted by the press of the older man’s full, soft lips against his.  Abruptly wrapped in an embrace by the muscled arms of the man, Mark stood leading against the door attempting to respond to his kisses while his breath raggedly raged in his chest. 

Reuben stepped backwards and began lifting Mark’s t-shirt upward, pulling it over his head and free from his arms.  He looked with admiration at the smooth, developing chest of the young man.  “You are something else, Mark,” he uttered.  He allowed his fingers to linger over the protruding nipples, giving them a slight twist.  The teenager responded with a visible tremble.

Then reaching for the boy’s belt, he added “Let’s see what else you’ve got here,” and with that he unbuttoned the Mark’s jeans, stooping as he pulled them down his legs followed by the underwear.  Freed of his clothing, Mark’s raging pole sprang upward along his body.

“Whew,” Reuben said accompanied by a faint whistle, “take a look at the size of that.”  He began lightly running his fingers over the hard erection.  With the man’s touch Mark had to struggle to resist the collapse he felt in his trembling knees.

Reuben helped him step form his pants and underwear and then out of his shoes and socks.  Standing, he pressed his naked body against Mark’s and their lips met again.  Mark felt Reuben’s tongue begin to dart between his lips and flutter against his own.  Strong hands grabbed at his buttocks as the two men ground their hips into each other’s.  Hard cocks rubbed back and forth.   Mark felt fingers press into his fleshy butt cheeks.  He felt as though he was about to be pressed through the door. 

“Wait,” he said, pushing Reuben away from his body.  “Let’s go into my room; we can be more comfortable in a bed.”

Opening the bathroom door, the two men, their bodies naked and now slick with sweat from their passion, quickly crossed the hall and dove into Mark’s bed  Their arms wrapped around each other.    

Rolling to get on top, Reuben pinned Mark’s arms back on the bed while he ground his cock into the teenager’s stomach.  “You’ve got a big piece of meat boy,” Reuben whispered.  “I think I’m going to have to do some sucking on it for a while.”

Then he slid down Mark’s body to take hold of the swollen rod.  Lifting it vertical from Mark’s flat stomach, the muscular man began to lick upward along the blood filled shaft until reaching the purple swollen head.  With his tongue he began tracing around the ridge of the head as Mark twisted and moaned beneath him. 

After several minutes of this stimulation Reuben abruptly took the cock head into his mouth and began sucking.  Soon he had the entire shaft into his mouth cavity. 

“Oh god,” Mark shouted in response. 

Assaulting the younger man’s inflated penis with his mouth, Reuben lifted Mark’s legs upward until they could rest on his shoulders.  Using his thumb from his right hand, he began gently rubbing against the young man’s now exposed anus while continuing to suck harder on the cock.

“Oh please, Reuben, please, I don’t know how long I can stand this,” Mark shouted.

Removing his mouth from the throbbing cock, Reuben dove lower with his tongue to begin licking over the younger man’s scrotum, gently sucking the skin between his lips.  He moved to the balls, taking each one at a time into his mouth to gently suck on like a prized egg.  At the same time his thumb pressed firmly against Mark’s puckered hole, pressing downward against the sphincter muscle.

Mark began twisting his body agonizingly in response to the stimulations.  With his fingers wrapped through Reuben’s hair, he arched his back in an effort to spread the intensity throughout his body. 

“Reuben,” he soon gasped, “Let me suck your cock; I never have done that before.” 

With a sudden switch of his body, Reuben reversed over Mark without taking his mouth from the stiff pole.  Reuben’s own swollen prick was now pointed downward over Mark’s face.  Without hesitancy, the younger man opened his mouth to clasp on the big cock. 

Both men vigorously sucked on each other, their moans muffled in each other’s crotch.    Reuben’s head thrust up and down on Marks rod vigorously until the young man beneath him began to groan aloud. 

Reuben’s cock plunged down into Mark’s mouth intensely, matching the rigor of the young man’s sucking.  Mark clutched Reuben’s buttocks, pressing them downward to force the cock deeper into his mouth. 

Reuben felt Mark’s body stiffen and he held his breath in anticipation of the flood to come.  Suddenly, with muffled screams from the teen, projectiles of semen began pulsated through Mark’s cock erupting into Reuben’s mouth.  With his tongue, the man began savoreng the strong, salty taste. 

Reuben rode his hips downward feeling Mark’s lips close tight around his thrusting cock.  Once cum began shooting into Mark’s mouth, he could hear Reuben moaning with each discharge of the thick fluid.  Both men lay writing on the bed, their mouths attached to each other’s hard cocks, as in a mid-air fuel exchange.

Eventually they each slowed their sucking and slowly broke apart.  Each began placing tender kissed over the other’s deflating gentiles. 

Reuben spoke first.  “Are you sure that was your first time?  You were doing some expert sucking down there.”

Mark gave an embarrassed laugh.  “Yeah,” he began, “it was the first time with someone older,” he paused, unsure of how to explain himself.  “A couple of friends from school and I have messed around, you know.  But never anything like what we just did.”

Curious for more explanation, Reuben pressed to boy to tell him more. 

“What did you do with them?’ he asked. 

“Well,” Mark answered slowly, “you know, we stroked each other and played around a bit,” hesitating he added, “I guess.”

“You mean nobody has sucked you off before,” the body builder bluntly asked.  The younger man nodded and added, “I haven’t sucked anyone either.”  Then he added, “I guess I need more practice.”

As he lay staring at Reuben’s penis and balls, now hanging from his crotch soft, Mark reached with his hand to take the limp dick in his fingers.  He watched with fascination as it began to slowly inflate. 

Reuben leaned up on one arm and looked downward toward Mark and said with a smile, “It looks like we have some more practice for you.” 

Part 3

 “I’ve gotten the last load of towels in the dryer,” said Tony, the new employee as he approached the desk where his boss stood working.   Doug Frasier looked up from his business of closing the books on the day’s activity at his gym to see the short, stocky, handsome young man standing across the counter from him grinning.  “Do you want me to do anything else while I’m waiting for the towels to finish?”

Watching the beaming young man, obviously anxious to please, Doug quickly appraised the boy’s well developed pectorals pushing through his tight t-shirt, their nipples showing distinctly against the thin fabric. 

“No,” Doug replied while his eyes continued to scan him.  Tony had only recently begun working at the gym, but his physical development reflected several years of weight lifting while in high school.  “Why don’t you go ahead and leave for the evening.  I will finish the towels before I close up.” 

“I don’t mind staying,” Tony replied.  “In fact, if you don’t mind, I might spend some time in the sauna while I’m waiting.”  Doug replied that would be fine with him and then, with his eyes, followed his employee as he headed toward the locker room with the nearby sauna.  Doug found himself consciously noticing the movement of Tony’s rear end.  He also felt a growing sensation of throbbing in his groin at the sight.

Doug was not unfamiliar with these feelings.  After adulthood spent in the world of body builders, he was comfortable around gay men and knew that he could occasionally appreciate a man’s body.  Recently, however, he seemed to be becoming more aware of his urges.  And the recent hire of Tony seemed to have incited these feelings even more. 

Putting away his work, Doug soon followed the young man into the locker room.  He could hear water spraying in the shower.  Looking into the tiled room he saw a naked Tony, his body arched backward facing the shower head while spray hit his face and body.  The bend of his back emphasized the rounded cheeks of the young man’s ass.  Suddenly, the familiar feel and sight of another’s young man’s butt imposed itself on Tony’s backside in Doug’s mind, thoughts that were quickly rejected.  

“I’m going to be hanging out in the locker room working on some poses for the contest Saturday,” Doug spoke as he stared into the shower.  Tony abruptly turned at the sound of a voice, then smiled and gave the older man a wave.  “Sure,” he replied. 

Doug walked to a locker at the end of a row where he kept his personal belongings.  Quickly flipping the lock open, he had the door standing open and was beginning to strip from his clothes when, unseen by him, Tony peered through the shower opening to watch. 

Even though he’d never seen his boss undressed, it was impossible to not notice the framed photographs of Doug on various walls around the gym.  He had been photographed posing for competitions wearing only the briefest of garments.  Checking out the pictures, Tony had speculated what kind of arousal he would feel seeing the man in the flesh, and here, he thought to himself, it was about to happen.

He watched as Doug stood naked as he reached to remove a skimpy posing suit from a shelf at the top of his locker,. then bent over to step into it.  Tony felt his dick begin to rise when he saw the body builder’s rounded, muscular ass.  He returned to turn off the shower before reaching for a towel and returning to the doorway.

By then Doug was standing in front of a full length mirror in the locker room studying his body.  “Do you mind if I watch,” Tony spoke when he entered the room.  “I’ve been thinking about asking you for some competition pointers anyway.”

Doug turned to see Tony standing with a towel wrapped around his waist.  “Sure,” the man replied.  “Just don’t talk, I need to really concentrate.  If you have any questions ask them later.”  With that speech, Doug struck his first flex pose with his arms.

Tony watched while the man went from pose to pose.  He took in the sight of the tight suit barely covering his muscular ass cheeks.  He watched while the bulge between Doug’s legs seemed to grow fuller as he worked.  He noticed how intently Doug concentrated on his work as flexing muscles tightened and expanded. 

The young man found that the thrill of watching caused his cock to begin to stiffen.  He turned and stepped into the steam room when it had become impossible for him to hide the hard dick behind his towel.  Unknown to Tony, Doug had observed the same happening and, in response, had felt his own cock beginning to fill with the excitement of being watched.    

Distracted from his practice, Doug eventually gave up preparing for the performance and returned to his locker while stripping from the suit.  Turning to head toward the shower, he quickly grabbed a towel.  As he approached the door to the sauna he began arguing with himself about whether or not he should also go in the sauna.  He knew that the titillations inspired by Tony’s voyeurism were leading him to a decision he wasn’t sure was advisable. 

After all, Tony was his employee.  He also told himself that he was too close to the age of Mark, his son.  He was unsure of those implications.  However, once standing beside the door, he cast doubts from his mind and entered the steamy room.

“I think I’ll join you,” he said entering the room. 

Tony abruptly covered himself with his towel.  Alone in the sauna, he had been stroking his aroused penis with images of his boss in his mind. 

Doug sat on the bench across from him.  He had also caught the sight of a towel being hastily thrown across Tony’s lap when he entered the room.  Awkwardness filled the small room as each watched the other through the haze of steam. 

“It’s warm in here,” Doug spoke first, “Feels good.”  Doug sat bent over with his elbows on his thighs he wondered what might happen next.  Across from him Tony sat also wondering how open he could be in expressing what a turn on it was to find himself naked, wrapped in only a towel, and sitting with a celebrity of the body building world. 

Uncertain of how to take advantage of the situation, and equally uncertain of what he was willing to have occur, Doug sat still while occasionally looking up to wipe sweat from his face.  When he did he noticed that Tony had moved his hand to beneath his towel.  The thought that the young man was becoming aroused while watching excited Doug.  This was the same feeling that he would occasionally get while standing on a stage nearly naked posing for an audience.  Feeling bold, he slowly began opening his knees, hoping that by sitting on the edge of the bench the way he was would expose his dick and balls.

The young man gasped when he saw Doug open his legs.  Between the muscular thighs he could see the shape of a cock exposed beneath the towel.  “He’s luring me on,” Tony thought to himself.  As the young man slipped his hand from his own towel, the fabric partially slid from his lap to rest draped over his aroused cock, now upright between his legs.

Excited by this overt act from Tony, Doug overcame any reservations he was having and undid the towel from his waist, then laid the portion that had been covering his lap on the bench beside him.  “Here,” he thought to himself, “this is what you want.”  He was now sitting naked with his legs spread open and his cock growing hard. 

Tony gasped at the site of Doug’s hard cock.  Uncertain if he should make any comment, he reframed from words and stood from sitting to step across the small distance between the benches.  He reached to place his hands on Doug’s knees as the man leaned backward against the wall, opening his legs more. 

Without fanfare, he placed his mouth on his boss’s cock, pushing downward until he felt it harden and press against the back of his throat.  Doug gasped abruptly to feel the warm wet cavity of the boy’s mouth as his cock was drawn inward.   

“Oh yes,” the man whispered, “suck on that boy.” 

Hearing the words spoken by his boss, Tony’s body responded with excitement and he felt the head of his cock, now harder than he could ever remember, begin to drip with fluid.  He reached down with one hand to smear the flow over his shaft while he began stroking himself.

Doug looked to see movement in the young man’s shoulder and the thought of someone pleasuring himself as he sucked on his cock excited him more.  He took both of his hands and placed the fingers over the young man’s skull, covered in a thick rug of hair, then began pushing it up and down, feeling the boy’s mouth riding on his cock.

“Suck that pole of mine,” he spoke and then added, “you cocksucker.”  This was immediately followed by a moaning from between his legs accompanied by a nodding of affirmative. 

Doug had been sucked off a few times by a man, but this time he felt bolder and freer to unleash fantasies only realized before in his mind. 

“Do you like that cock, boy,” he said and applied a small slap to the side of Tony’s head.

“Oh yes Sir,” he heard the boy mumble accompanied by a hard jerking from the arm reaching beneath his body.

Sliding abruptly from the bench and using his fingers he grasped the young man’s hair and pulled his head backward away from him.  The sight of the expression on Tony’s face, his eyes half-open and saliva dripping from his mouth, incited Doug to divulge words that had only previously been thoughts only known to him.

“So you like sucking my cock, you little bitch,” he snapped at the young man while applying a harder slap across his cheek.  Doug startled himself with the ferocity and certainty with which he spoke them.  He was beginning to enjoy this game.

With a moan Tony suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Doug and lowered his head between the man’s legs.  Rubbing his face against the man’s massive thigh he spoke in a voice unlike the one Doug had grown accustomed to hearing over the past few weeks.  It was a softer, submissive voice and seemed to hold a plea. 

“Oh yes Sir, I’ll like anything you want to do to me,” he said. 

Unexpectedly facing a scene which Doug had only occasionally fantasized in his private moments while hardly even admitting it to himself, the man felt his cock stiffen like never before and excitement like never before filled his chest.

“Then we’ll just have to see what you’re willing to do,” he said in a snarling tone.  “If you’re my bitch, swallow those balls of mine boy.”  He shoved Tony’s face to his crotch while lifting one leg to the bench, exposing his hanging balls. 

Without hesitation Tony began first licking, then sucking lightly on Doug’s balls.  Soon the man felt the sensation of one of his balls being sucked into the boy’s mouth.  It was accompanied by a new feeling of tugging from inside of his body.  Tony opened his mouth wide and looked upward into Doug’s face while he navigated both of the man’s balls into the cavity.

Doug gave a gasp then began shoving Tony’s face into his groin as he rubbed back and forth across his face.  He could feel the sensation of warmth fill his balls and the unusual feeling of his insides being tugged downward into his scrotum. 

“Suck on those, you little cunt,” Doug pushed upward on Tony’s head.  The young man moaned even louder.

After minutes Doug stepped away from the young man, leaving him hungrily licking around his lips, the way an animal would.

“So you want to play this game, boy,” he said, reaching down to grab the young man’s forearm while lifting him upward.  Tony stood up and leaned his face toward Doug, puckering his lips as though ready for a kiss.

“I didn’t say that,” Doug shoved him back.  Startled,. Tony looked back expectantly.

“I said this,” and he sat back down on the bench pulling Tony downward toward him.  “I said, get across my lap, you little bitch.”  Tony was roughly jerked onto Doug’s lap, his crotch resting on the man’s thighs with his ass cheeks exposed.

“I think I want to teach you a lesson, a lesson on being obedience to me while you’re working here.” 

Tony cried out, “Oh yes Sir, teach me what you want me to learn,” then giving a sharp scream as Doug’s palm landed sharply on an ass cheek.

The young man squirmed while he cried out, “Teach me Sir, and teach me how to serve you.” 

With the words requesting service, Doug’s hand began to land harder and harder across the backside of the young man.  He felt excitement rise in his hard dick with each blow across the reddening cheeks of the young man. 

Tony was no longer whimpering from the spanking, he was squiring and screaming while shedding tears.  The muscular man didn’t let up until pleas his please changed beginning Doug to stop.  “You asked for this, you’re going to get it,” he snarled backward at first, though eventually his own palm had begun to burn.  Then he slowed his blows and began to rub gently over the young man’s ass cheeks, now glowing a bright red. 

Doug slipped a finger into the crack between the red mounds and began probing around the boy’s puckered anus.  Tony’s sniffling had stopped and he responded to the fingerr probes by undulating his ass and moaning with pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you, little bitch,” Doug leaned toward the writhing figure.

“Oh please, yes fuck me please,” Tony whimpered back.

\Shoving Tony from him, Doug stood and ordered the young man to lean on the lower bench in front of him.  He obeyed and Doug stepped forward to place his cock between the cheeks of the man now leaning over with his hands on the wooden bench.

“Like this Sir,” he spoke back to Doug.

Without responding Doug grasped his own cock to begin rubbing the head between Tony’s still red ass cheeks, probing for the hole. 

“You’re going to get fucked by his big cock, boy,” the man spoke as he felt the tip of the head against the warmth of the young man’s puckered ass hole.  His dick, slick from the steam and sweat of the room, needed no lubricant as he pushed it forward and down into Tony.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” the young man muttered, “fuck my hole with your big cock Sir.” 

“Shut up, boy,” Doug slapped against one of the red cheeks.  Taking his fingers, his spread open the butt cheeks to better his aim into Tony’s opening hole.  He was soon buried against the boy feeling the warmth and soft flesh of the young man’s insides.

With a rocking motion, Doug began slowly thrusting back and forward driving his hips like pistons. 

Tony moaned loudly as Doug’s thrusting increased to a slow pounding against him.  With one hand he grabbed his own hard cock to begin stroking, submitting himself to the feel of the cock inside of him and his own stimulations.  He began to openly moan and rock in motion with Doug’s thrusting.

Taking Tony’s ass in his hands, Doug jerked the hips backward into his thrusting cock.  He gritted his teeth as his breath began snorting through his nostrils like the bull this made him feel like.

Placing his hands on Tony’s shoulders, he squatted backward on his heels and begin humping, the way a bull rides a cow.

As both men approached their climaxes, cries of passion filled the steamy room.  Unnoticed to either, their sweat mingled together over slimy bodies in fervid motion. 

Doug said it first, “I’m going to fill your hole up with cum, you little bitch.” 

  Tony responded with his own anxious submission of “Fuck me Sir, take me like your bitch.” 

A cry came from Doug’s throat resembling a loud growl as rivers of is cum began coursing from his body, through the shaft of his cock, then shooting into Tony’s body. 

At that exact moment Tony jerked his hand sharply as his own jizz shot from him onto the bench and began dripping down to the floor. 

Once he was spent, Doug felt his cock soften and begin sliding from Tony’s warm hole with a plop.  Both men held their position for a long moment before Doug made the first step backward. 

Tony stood upright and turned to look at his boss who was now looking down at the spots of white cum splashed across the wooden bench. 

Pointing Tony toward the bench Doug said, “Clean that up before you leave.”  Then, after pausing he added, “In fact, lick it up now.”

As he walked out of the sauna he saw Tony fall to his knees and begin using his tongue  licking up the spots of cum. 

                                                                     Part 4

“Do you think that he has better back development than I do?” Doug asked his son, Mark, as they entered their hotel room. 

“I think his muscles show better only because he’s taller than you.  You’ve got better shoulder development but I think he got graded up on his lats.  They really were impressive.”  Mark paused then added. “But I think you’ve got a better overall presentation, Dad.” 

Doug stood by his bed removing the trousers of his warm up suit before stripping from the jacket.  Standing in front of a mirror, wearing only a t-shirt and jock strap, he flexed as though evaluating himself before saying aloud, “Well, fuck it.  It was my first try in Seniors Division. I’ll get the son-of-a-bitch next year.”

“That-a-way Dad, you’ll beat him next year,” Mark replied.  He watched his father as he flexed his chest muscles before the mirror then stripped out of the t-shirt, tossing it aside on the floor.  As the muscular man walked towards the bathroom in their shared hotel room he lowered his jock strap and allowed it to slide down his thighs before kicking it backward to land beside the r-shirt.  “I think I’ll take a shower,” he added, “get some of this sweat off,” while flipping the bathroom light on and walking in.

Mark stood watching as his dad opened the shower door, bent down exposing his muscular ass and his crack while he adjusted the water temperature and flow, and then stepped into the tub while sliding the door closed.  Mark thought to himself, “But you had far and away the best ass, Dad.”  Then the young man lay back on his bed waiting for his father to finish with his shower.

Mark had been perpetually horny since Reuben had left their home.  He had hoped to see him at this contest but the division in which he was competing was another weekend.  He and his dad had only come up for the seniors division. 

He also knew that Reuben was married and had made a point of saying that he didn’t expect any further contact between.  Still Mark had continued to have expectations of more between the two of them.

“That helps, I feel better,” Mark heard his father say, snapping him from a light sleep and dreams of Reuben.  Doug had returned to their bedroom and, as he lay down in the opposite bed he said, “I think I’ll take a nap too.” 

“I’m awake now,” Mark injected sitting upright in his bed.  “I’ve got an idea,” He continued, “If you’d like one I could give you a massage.”  He thought to himself that it would be good to feel some naked muscles, even if they were his father’s.

“You sure you don’t mind?” Doug replied; “Man, that would be great.” 

“Naw, I’m not tired anyway and you could probably stand to relax a little after that competition this morning.”

Mark walked into the bathroom to grab a couple of large towels.  “Here,” he said tossing them to his father, “lie on these and they’ll keep oil off of the sheets.”  He returned holding the bottle that they had used to oil Doug’s body before the competition.  “This stuff will work fine for a massage,” he said. 

Mark’s father now laid spread eagle naked on the bed in front of him.  The younger man unbuckled his trousers and stepped from them before removing his shirt.  Now wearing only a pair of briefs he kneeled on the bed beside his father.

‘Squeezing the bottle, he poured a stream of oil over the man’s massive shoulders and down his back, then across each butt cheek down to the man’s legs.  He next quickly began spreading the oil over his dad’s body using rapid, light strokes.   

“There,” he said, “you’re all greased up now,” as he leaned forward to begin firmly massaging his father across his shoulders.  “You are tense back here Dad,” he noticed as he massaged, “You have been uptight over this competition.”

‘I guess so,” the younger man her mumbled face down into the bed.  “I suppose I wanted to come back to competition in a big way.” 

“Fuck, Dad, you did.” Mark said as he massaged down to the lower back.  “Finishing second in a national competition after not competing for three years is a big deal.”  

Mark couldn’t decipher his father’s mumbled replay as he used the heel of his palms to press into the man’s lower back muscles.  He was beginning a light sweat from his exertion.

While he applied pressure downward his fingers began kneading his father’s large gluteus muscles.  Slowly he pressed into the shapely mounds feeling the firmness beneath the skin.  Using his fingers he pulled each muscle outward from the crack while he allowed his touch to lightly feather across the softer skin inside the butt crack.  He thought that he heard a faint grunting with each stroke.   This was a technique that he’d learned from Reuben, but never tried on his father. 

On the previous times that he’d massaged his dad, Mark had carefully stayed away from body areas that might be considered overly-sensitive.  This time he decided to push these boundaries. 

After he completed massaging the glutes he gave his attention to his dad’s legs.  The muscular calves were dense and required a full exertion of his strength to delve into each muscle.  Up the leg from the calves he massaged each massive thigh, allowing the upward strokes of his fingers to feather lightly into the upper thighs beneath his dad’s balls.  He even felt the tips of his fingers stroke across his father’s scrotum, again producing more small grunts from his dad.

As Mark massaged his father’s body, stroking and kneading the muscles, exhilaration came over him not unlike the titillations he first felt as he explored his sexual feelings.  His cock had begun to grow erect in his underwear. 

Leaning backward on his calves he said, “That pretty well covers this side, Dad, do you want to turn over?  With that his father gave several grunts as he turned in the bed. 

“Oops,” Doug said looking down his body to see that his penis was partially inflated from blood.  “I guess I needed this than I thought,” he said while lying back and closing his eyes. 

Mark sat on his heels looking downward at his father’s naked body with his cock lying partially swollen on his stomach.  His pubic hair had been trimmed to stubble and shaved where it might have been exposed by the suit he wore. 

Mark adjusted his own prick downward in his underwear before he began, once again applying oil over his father’s body.  As the young man rubbed on his dad’s frontal side the temptation to lightly graze the man’s cock with his touch grew until he allowed it to happen.  Just as suddenly there was a response as his dad’s cock quickly flushed with blood and rose firm from his stomach. 

Mark continued the task of massaging his father’s muscular body while also inventing strokes that would pass by or directly under his father’s inflated pole.  His own cock had risen and its head protruded above the waist band of his underwear. 

As he massaged his father with strokes that slid upward from the hips to chest a hand suddenly reached to take hold of Mark’s hand.  “Stop right there,” his dad said.  Then using a firm grasp Doug moved Marks’ hand and placed it over his cock. “You keep missing a muscle,” he said while removing his own hand.

Mark’s breath caught in his chest for a moment when he realized what his dad had implied.  His palm could feel the heat of his father’s erection.  Slowly his fingers began to move grasping the shaft to begin lightly squeezing and stroking.  With his first touches, his father’s chest began rising and falling more rapidly than before.  He could hear a sound coming from his father’s chest that was new to him, it sounded animal.

Mark was on his knees beside his father as he stroked when he felt fingers lightly tug on the waistband of his briefs.  Looking at his dad he noticed him nod and quietly say, “Take these off.”

Naked he continued his stroking of the hard cock in his hands when he felt fingers clasp around his own erection.  Startled, he jumped in surprise before he realized that it was his father stroking his cock. 

Encouraged to go further, he leaned over to place his mouth down over his father’s hard prick.  “My god,” he thought to himself, “I’m sucking my dad.”

Up and down his head plunged while hot breath poured through his nostrils.  He heard his father groan as he increased the speed while with his tongue he licked over the head of the hard cock.  Mark could feel pre-cum flowing freely from his own cock as his father stroked him father and faster.

Soon both men were oblivious to anything other than the sensations of their cocks and each other’s breathing, now in sharp jolts.  Mark heard a growl from his father as he felt fingers over his skull beginning to shove his head downward while he attempted to swallow his dad’s swollen prick.  Just at that moment he screamed inwardly to feel his own hot cum splash out of his prick and onto his legs.

Doug arched backward pressing downward on his son’s head in an attempt to drive his prick deep into Mark’s throat.  At the same time he felt the slick covering of cum that suddenly flowed over his grasp from his son’s cock.  With his senses he registered the sharp scent of the young man’s cum.  Before he could register it all with his mind he felt his own juice shoot abruptly through his cock and into Mark’s mouth, splashing as it went down the boy’s throat. 

Shortly Mark’s sucking on his father’s cock stopped and his released the deflating shaft to fall back onto Doug’s stomach.  Just as soon Doug relaxed his grip on his son’s cock to feel it fall away returning to Mark’s body.  With this mutual signal that each of their fire was extinguished, Mark laid down beside his father, who turned to him and said, “Well, that’s a prize that makes second place worthwhile.”