Straight Marine And Me... And His Dad

I worked at a gym for about 4 years doing front desk and housekeeping before I decided it was time to try and move up in the company. I always worked in housekeeping and front desk but in order to get promoted I had to go into sales. My favorite thing about sales - besides the money - was the formal process of sitting down with someone to get to know them. It was a game of sorts. In order to be good, you needed to be able to figure out the wants of the person in front of you in a very short amount of time. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes it was easy. 

One day a guy my age came into my office.  He wore a dark, navy blue shirt with yellow lettering that spelled out USMC. He also carried a very heavy-looking backpack. He introduced himself as Brian. 

I was taken instantly. Not only was Brian extremely handsome - like the type that changes the energy of whatever room he's in - but he had an ease about himself, his pure confidence, made me nervous. 

Brian was about 6'2, and muscled from head to toe, he wore shorts that really showed off his smooth massive legs, and lips that I just wanted to kiss so badly. But more than anything, he had these shimmering dark blue eyes. So dark that they almost looked brown. 

To top it all off he answered all of my questions with "Yes sir." "No sir." 

Brian told me that he was home on leave from the military, and he said that he wanted to go back in better shape than when he left. I set him up on a guest pass, and throughout the week I got to see how he would workout. His routine was intense. He always wore his weighted backpack, and would run at full incline on the treadmill. He would even do pull-ups with the thing. He was insane. And really good to look at. 

Now, I thought Brian was cute. Later on in the week he brought his dad by to see me. 

"My son likes your gym, and I wanna buy him a membership while he's in town," Brian's dad Gil said to me. I hardly remember what else was spoken because I was floored by Gil. He was pretty built like Brian. But he was all dad. Salt and pepper thick 5 o'clock shadow, deep brown eyes. But what he had that really stood out to me was a thick mustache. He looked like an 80's pornstar. I wound up signing both him and Brian up for a membership. 

One night I decided to workout after I got off work when I ran into Brian. 

"Hey Jay," he called spotting me on a treadmill. "Come workout with me." 

I don't know why I said 'sure' but the next 45min were pure hell. Brian was so physically elite and I think he enjoyed torturing me. And still, I agreed to workout with him again. It was worth it to be close to him. 

We went to the locker room after. It was late and the gym would be closing in less than an hour. I never knew Brian could be so talkative, but once I got him talking about the Marines he never shut up. 

"I'm gonna be stationed at Camp Pendleton for a bit so that means I may be able to hop over here and see my family more often, I'm excited about that,"  he said, as he dropped his underwear right in front of me. His thick legs seemed to push his balls tightly together and point his 3 inch soft, thick cut dick right at me.  "But I really have my heart set on living abroad."

Brian walked to the shower and I got sight of one of the firmest, juiciest booties I had ever seen. It was completely smooth and muscled as it was... it still jiggled as he walked. I heard him turn the shower on and the whole time he was talking. I couldn't just walk away, that would be rude.   So I took my clothes off and joined him. 

The showers had separate stalls so we were not showering together, but we still held a conversation from separate stalls. Brian had the warmest-almost comically deep, masculine voice that reverberated through the showers and filled my stomach with butterflies. It was such a turn on that I was starting to chub by the time Brian had finished his shower. 

I figured in the military you must see your fellow soldiers naked all the time. Right? Maybe. That's how I initially justified Brian's open nakedness. He stood outside my stall talking away while he dried off his perfect body. 

I was hanging low, and though Brian had given me total straight vibes - he even talked about girls he had dated or hooked up with - I was eager to... step out of the shower and dry off too. 
As soon as I did, Brian stopped talking. 

The only embarrassment that I felt was not being able to keep the smile off of my face when Brian first looked at my cock. But even that faded as I saw him lick his lips and mouth the words 'fuck' as I tugged on it. I led him back into the shower where he got down on his knees and began aggressively sucking me off. 

He began to push his limits deepthroating me. He gagged and coughed and used his own throat juice to keep me lubed, as he jerked and caught his breath. I fucked his face, and slapped him around as my agression met his own. 

Only problem was people were still coming and going. We had to stop a few times before Brian looked up at me. 

"Follow me back to my place?" He asked. 

I nodded agreement, and tailed brian all the way back to his house. It was dark when we came inside. I figured Brian lived with his dad, but now I was beginning to think that he lived there alone. 

I spread Brian out on the couch and put a condom on. I wanted to fuck his ass so badly I couldnt hardly think straight. It was tight and round and all the things I loved. I loved watching the striations in his back as he arched. 

"Ughhh! That's it," he cried as I slipped in. His hole gripped my cock so hard it almost hurt. Brian loved taking my long strokes slow, and quick. I kept him guessing. Short quick thrusts that I angled to hit his spot, followed by plowing him deep inside. He screamed everything but my actual name. 

I was really getting into it - but then I heard some movement coming from somewhere in the distance. I paused. 

"Keep fucking me," Brian begged, his words were slurred, he sounded almost drunk. 

I gave him another thrust and stopped again, certain that I heard...something. My stomach almost fell out my butt as I saw Gil coming from down the hall. We made eye contact. I'm sure he saw the horror on my face. 

"Keep fucking me daddy!" Brian called again. I had Brian face down in the couch cushions. I know he couldn't see his father. 

I just froze. Brian began pushing his ass back onto me, and groaning. 

"Your dad is right there," I whispered to Brian. "He's watching me!" I could've punched Brian for getting us into this situation, how could he not have known that his dad was home!

I expected Brian to stop, maybe jump up and put his clothes on while apologizing to his dad. He didn't. 

"Give me that big dick," Brian demanded. 

Gil was looking straight at me, he must have heard. But instead he walked past and went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Brian continued to grind on my dick. I could feel the blood rushing back down there as the idea started to settle into my mind. Was his dad okay with this? 

I began to thrust deep again. 

"Ugh, yes just like that," Brian said. 

Gil and I made eye contact again, and I struck Brian across the ass. The smack reverberated loudly throughout the house. 

"Fuck yes! Harder," Brain said. 

Slowly Gil made his way into the living room where we were. He said nothing as he sat down with his glass of juice. His expression was hard to read.  He was wearing sweats, and I could see that he was aroused. 

That was all the permission I needed. I destroyed Brian's ass as his father watched. If I was aggressive before, I was savagley dominate now with my new audience. 

I could see Gil adjust himself a few times. 

Brian came as I fucked his ass deep. I was so stunned from the experience that I was having a hard time reaching climax. I motioned for Gil to come to me, and to my surprise he did. 

"Look how big it is," Brian moaned in that slurred, guttural way.

"I see," Gil said simply. 

I felt Gil's strong arms wrap around me. He gripped the base of my cock while it was still inside Brian. And he gave me a slow kiss on the neck. His bristly mustache sent me over the edge. I pulled out and ripped the condom off, and Gil tugged me as I squirted a river of milk that ran down Brian's muscular back and pooled on his spine. It was one of the biggest loads I had ever shot. 

I was still coming down from my orgasm when Gil disappeared back into his room. 

I never asked Brian what that was all about. I was sort of afraid to know the answer.

Brian and I continued to mess around. He even came to stay at my place once when he was back in town. 

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Thank you for reading there's plenty more to confess!

Deepest Gratitude 

-J.Brooks

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