Dad's Business Partner

At a very young age I was attracted to older men, especially the business type of men like my father. The ones that wore a suit and tie, nice dress shoes, clean shaven, and usually had sexy underwear beneath all that attire. I'll never forget the one time I saw my father dressing for work, slipping on those dark brown OTC socks that played well with his beige business suit, his tiny briefs were gray and black stripped, leaving little to the imagination. Which was perfectly fine for my father, he was in such good shape for fifty, and everyone always complimented on that to my mother, she also loved watching my father dress, and lucky for her she got to watch him undress completely every night after work. My Dad looked like the Tom Selleck type, thick wavy hair that was graying at his temples, so sexy, a five o clock shadow, even though he shaved every morning, and a solid 6'3" frame, weighing 225lbs of thick muscle, especially in his ass and thighs. Then there was that sexy mustache, what was it about a mustache that always brings me to think of those nasty, sexy 70's porn stars. Both mom and I enjoyed how Dad's slacks and all his other pants, and shorts fit on my Dad's thick meaty ass.

I was thirteen when I had my first experience in Dad's office, and meeting his business partner Steve. The best way to describe Steve is Christopher Meloni, the guy from TV Law and Order SVU, and that hot HBO show OZ. Steve was in his mid thirties, about ten years younger than my Dad, they had the exact same body type, and Steve also possessed one of the meatiest ass's I had ever seen on a man, watching the two of them play racquetball in those tiny shorts, their big ass's bouncing around was a site to see. We'll save that for another story, it's a good one trust me.

"Hey big guy." Steve said as he tossed my wavy hair, walking past me.

The horny thirteen year old that I was, my eyes were glued to his rear end as he walked by, and I could smell him which I didn't understand at the time but it was turning me on.

At work Dad and Steve, would take their jackets and ties off, leaving them in those tight slacks with dress shirts tucked in so nothing was left to the imagination. With ass's that big and round it was easy to make out the underwear line, my Dad had the full brief line, but Steve had more of a french bikini line, exposing more of his meaty rump than my Dad.

Now that I was familiar with the office that Dad and Steve worked at, by the time I was sixteen Dad put me to work in that office. Being next to these big meaty alpha studs Monday thru Friday was the highlight of my life, watching them close business deals on the phone, hearing them shouting, all the testosterone, my sixteen year old cock was stiff as soon as I walked into that office. There was also this scent that I was growing so attracted to, when these two men would get worked up over a business deal and I could see the sweat in their armpits forming, the stench would start to fill the room, neither of them wore underarm deodorant, so it was a strong pungent musk. Dad had a picture of mom and myself on his desk, though I never saw any pictures on Steve's desk? I wondered if he was alone, did he have a girlfriend, was he engaged, what was his story?

"Son, your mother wants me to pick her up from Lynn's house." Dad said as he grabbed his keys and jacket.

"Okay." I replied.

"Steve, do you mind dropping Jeremy off on your way home?" Dad asked Steve. Steve looked at me and smiled, I just about melted.

"Not at all." Steve responded, winking at me.

Dad left the office and I was now alone with Steve, the man that I had the biggest crush on for the last three years. I couldn't even bring myself to say anything to him, I just continued to file papers that Dad left for me, I swear you could cut the tension with a knife inside this office. It was not easy for me to keep my eyes off of Steve, especially in his tight gray slacks, I'm sure these were the same ones he was wearing when I first met him three years ago. Now the material was worn thin, especially in his crotch and butt area. Sometimes when Steve would bend over you could see through the material and the color of his bikini underwear would show through, I swear those pants were hanging on by a thread. Something about straight men hanging onto clothing garments until they are falling apart at the seams, especially under garments. When Steve walked past me I would inhale his odor as hard as I could without being obvious. But with the bulge forming in my pants it was more than obvious, and at one point I saw Steve staring at my crotch. For sixteen I was proud of my member, I was taking after Dad in that department.

It was almost time for us to leave, and each time I looked up, Steve had this smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes that turned him into my first Daddy crush. My mind was filling with so many different scenarios involving Steve and myself in an erotic Father & Son relationship. I was a virgin and I wanted Steve to be my first, whatever that meant, I wanted it. My first time with a man, I always wanted it to be with someone like my Dad, who would make me feel safe, and who loved me, and I knew he would have to have the same body type as my Dad, big and strong. It's funny how little girls fall for types that fit their father figure, I guess it's the same for some little gay boys too. As for some gay men, they have certain favorite body parts of the male that is their favorite, a lot of size queens out there, I enjoyed every part of the male body, being blessed with a Dad like mine. He was such a MAN, the hair on his chest, his mustache, the muscles, everything screamed alpha even down to his manly feet, again, that is another story I will have to share at a later point.

"What do you say we get out of here." Steve said, breaking my fantasy that I was having of him kissing me while undressing me gently, the way he would to his girlfriend or wife if he has one?

"Sounds good to me." I responded, trying to adjust myself under the desk so Steve wouldn't see my stiff cock in my slacks.

Steve stood up and grabbed his briefcase and jacket from the coat stand, my cock was still stiff so I used my jacket to cover the obvious as I followed Steve out of the office and to his car that was in the parking lot downstairs.

It was a silver sports car, that Steve looked so fucking sexy driving. He used the alarm to unlock the doors, it was only a two door with a small somewhat of a backseat. When I got into the passenger seat and closed the door it hit me, the scent was so much stronger than it was in the office, so musky and masculine, it was making my dick hard again just as I finally got him to go down.

I watched Steve roll up his sleeves and unbutton the half top of his shirt, revealing that same chest that my Dad possessed, only Steve was not as hairy as my Dad. Steve then sat in the driver's seat and took a deep inhale.

"Wooo, that is pretty ripe. Sorry about that champ, these sports cars usually don't have trunks so the backseat holds everything. Including my gym bag." Steve said looking straight into me, his hazel eyes seemed to sparkle more now that we were out of the office.

"I don't mind." I responded way too eager.

Steve couldn't help but smile, and blush at the same time which made my heart melt. I was falling in love with my first Daddy crush, and in my head he was falling in love with me.

The whole ride it was as if I were his girlfriend and he was my sexy sugar Daddy in his sports car, I wanted to be the kinda girl he liked, but at the age of sixteen I had a lot more developing to do.

"You don't mind if I stop for some gas, almost running on empty. I was going to do it before work." Steve said, pulling into the gas station.

I sat quietly and just smiled at Steve as he turned his engine off and got out of his car, my eyes glued to his thick rear end with the strong scent coming from Steve's gym bag. I had to take a peek inside. Luckily for me the bag was in easy view and reach with the zipper down. I could see some worn white tube socks that had a stained outline of Steve's big feet, I have always been attracted to men with big strong feet, I guess watching Fred Flintstone as a child, with his big feet must have had an effect on me. And white tube socks, most alpha guys walk around with just their socks so you can see the perfect dirt stain of their foot shape, it always got me hot to see that.

The coast was clear as Steve was inside talking to the gas station attendant, I grabbed his sock and pulled it from his gym bag. With the fast swift move, the sock must have caught his jockstrap, it went flying when I pulled the sock out of Steve's gym bag. It landed perfectly on the driver's seat, it was inside out and I could see the stains from his cock and taint on the pouch, and straps of his jock.

My heart started racing even faster if that was possible, and before I had time to even sniff Steve's dirty gym socks, the door opened from the convenience store and Steve was strutting out towards the car! I had to think fast! If I were to take his jock for my personal keeping, where was I going to put it? Steve was obviously a size large in that department, I wouldn't be able to hide it in my pocket. I could have just taken the sock, but after I saw Steve's stained jockstrap there was not turning back, I had to have it. I still had his stinky sock in one hand, and with the other I swiftly grabbed Steve's musky jockstrap and put it under my thighs, then I tossed Steve's sock back into his gym bag. Being the horny fucker that I was, I quickly smelt the palm of my hand to see if any of the stench from Steve's stinky sock would be there, it WAS! I inhaled hard when Steve interrupted me.

"Hey bud, you think you can pop the hood?" Steve stood in front of his car with his hands looking masculine on his hips.

What a man is all I could think to myself taking in that view of Steve standing there with a sexy grin on his face.

"Sure." I responded as I leaned over in reach for the hood lever, I couldn't resist leaning my face in as close to the driver's seat where I knew that fine, thick juicy ass of Steve's was just sitting.

This was perfect, with Steve under the hood of his car, I now had time to hide Steve's stained jockstrap in my pants without him knowing, this made me so happy I couldn't help the smile on my face. Steve finished checking under the hood and pumping the gas, he got back into the driver seat and stared at me, noticing the smile and how I was blushing knowing his musky jockstrap was no in my pants for me to enjoy later.

"What are you smiling about?" Steve asked me.

"Nothing." I responded.

"Oh it has to be something, Jeremy. You're blushing a little." Steve said as he reached and gently touched me cheek, I could smell the grease and gas on his hands and it was so sexy the contrast of that gentle touch and the scent of a dirty gas station.

I quickly came up with a story. "I was just thinking about this kid at school and how funny he looked when he was doing the chicken dance."

I don't think Steve fell for the story either.

Steve started the car and we were on our way to my parents house, I was watching his muscles flex through his thin, tight slacks, every time he changed gears. What I would do for a man like this, and now I owned a pair of his worn jockstrap that I couldn't wait to get my nose into once I got into my bedroom.

Steve's sports car pulled into my parents driveway, in my fantasy Steve is dropping me off after our first date and asking when he could see me again.

"Say hi to your folks." Steve said, interrupting my fantasy and bringing me to reality.

"I will." I replied as I got out of Steve's car. "And thanks for the ride."

"Any time champ." Steve said with that beautiful smile.

I closed the door, and was walking down the driveway when I felt Steve's jockstrap slip from my pants and fall onto the ground below, I just about died! My heart stopped and I felt my face turn beet red as I quickly grabbed the jockstrap and ran as fast as I could inside.

Steve sat in his car and smiled, he knew exactly what fell out of my pants when he turned and noticed his jockstrap missing from his gym bag. Steve licked his lips like a cocky stud would when they knew some girl was into them. I peeked out the window and watched as my man drove away, knowing I stole something from him........

TO BE CONTINUED