Dad's Business Partner

As Steve drove away I retrieved his musky jockstrap for my pleasure, after making sure my bedroom door was locked, I stripped as quickly as I could. I jumped on my bed with Steve's jockstrap in my hand, my cock so fucking stiff it almost hurt as if the head were going to burst off from excitement. Before I put his dirty jockstrap in my mouth and up my nose I wanted to examine it closely and use my mind to picture Steve's juicy ass, his meaty cock, and musky low hanging balls inside. The thread was worn thin, and tan stains on the two straps that I was sure went right up his taint asshole as he worked out, letting my mind do the imagination was almost taking me to the brink of climaxing, I just pictured this.....

Steve doing squats in shorts so short, that the straps from his jock would show every time he went down for a squat.  When he would stand, his mini nylon shorts would ride up his ass, and you could see his glute muscles.  Steve would squeeze his butt cheeks as hard as he could with a thrust like motion each time he stood.  He would let out this low moan while squinting his sexy bedroom eyes every time he went down in the squatting position, Steve's ass looked huge in this position.

That was all it took as I stroked my stiff rod, that image of Steve squatting with his jockstrap exposed, and I was going to explode like a fire hose! I brought Steve's jockstrap to my nose and started to inhale, then I found the piss stain in the fabric of the jock and started to suck on it, actually tasting Steve salty piss and pre cum on his jockstrap made me cum harder than I ever dreamed of. I had such a mess to clean and I could hear my mother calling me for dinner.

I cleaned up as fast as I could and dressed into my casual clothes. Steve's jockstrap would stay under my pillow for now, it was like a prized possession that I wanted to keep dearly to me.

The next day at work, I found it hard for myself to look at Steve, although he had on some light beige slacks and a white dress shirt, which both items of clothing almost looked sheer and fit so tight. From the looks of it, Steve was wearing a jockstrap under his slacks, it was easy to make out the white straps of the jockstrap that outlined Steve's big ass through his slacks. When he bent over, you could almost see through those slacks to his ass crack and dark taint that was moistening up from the day's sweat. All I could think of was the jockstrap that I took from Steve's gym bag, and how it was under my pillow just waiting for me to get home and take a big whiff of it.

Dad and Steve were looking over some paperwork together, this gave me a side to side view of both men's thick juicy rump, those slacks that both my Dad and Steve were wearing could not hide anything. Being the horny sixteen year old that I was, my mind started to imagine my Dad and Steve becoming sexual animals with one another.  

Dad forcefully pulled Steve into his grip and used his hand to grab Steve's neck, forcing Steve to kiss Dad, and they were using their tongue for this kiss.  Steve's hands were all over Dad's rear end, grabbing and squeezing Dad's thick meaty ass.  Then simultaneously they both ripped each other's dress shirt off, buttons flying everywhere as both men's strong chest were exposed, glistening with sweat.

"Hey buddy?" I heard my Dad call out to me, breaking my sexual fantasy that I was having with Steve about to pull Dad's slacks down.

"Yeah Dad." I cleared my voice as I replied.

"Your mother and I wanted to get away this weekend." Dad started to say, this always meant he wanted to fuck Mom's brains out and didn't want me to hear. The strangest thing was Mom and Dad had another couple that would always join them on their weekend getaways, (this is going to be another chapter of this story, and it's a good one). "Mom tried calling your cousins to stay at our place with you, but no one is available."

"Dad, I'm sixteen. I think I can stay home by myself now." I tried to say with the most manliest voice I had.

"I don't think so, sport." Dad said firmly. "Steve here volunteered to stay at our place, or he offered his place for you to stay at. Your choice, son."

It really didn't feel like I had a choice, though the thought of spending the weekend with my Daddy crush was the fantasy I had been dreaming about for years now. I looked at Steve, and there was that sexy Christopher Meloni smile that he would give an inmate on that show OZ before he was going to seduce them, this made me feel like his girlfriend. Steve winked at me and I started to feel my cock emerged in my tight briefs.

"I'll make it a good time for you, I promise." Steve said to me, his eyes were glued to my crotch. Was he able to see the outline of my stiff rod inside my dress pants? "You just decide if you want to come stay at my place, or I could come and stay with you." Steve said to me with the smile that was melting my heart, and making my cock leak. The thought of staying at Steve's place would give me another opportunity to rummage through his dirty laundry to see what else I could find to add to my new collection.

Dad laid some papers out on the desk, and watching Steve arch his back to bend over the desk, sticking that juicy booty out for my viewing pleasure, that was all I needed to make up my mind. I quickly blurted out, "I'll stay at your place, Steve."

Steve looked over his shoulder and grinned, he then squeezed his butt cheeks together in those tight slacks and gave me a wink. "I'll pick you up around seven and we can grab some dinner." Steve said to me as he stood and began to approach me, I could see the muscle in his thighs flex through his thin worn slacks, and his bulge was starting to get bigger. Steve adjusted himself as he walked past me, making sure I knew what he was packing down there as well as his huge muscle ass that moved so seductively in those tight slacks.

The way Steve said he was going to pick me up, and we would get dinner almost made it sound like we were going on our first date together, my Daddy fantasy to be wined and dined, then seduced all night long. Since I was going to spend the weekend with Steve, this could be a fantasy that comes to fruition if I play my cards right.

Steve opened the car door for me and when we got to his front door, he picked me up with his muscled arms and carried me over the threshold into our home together.  I wrapped my arms around his thick neck and sucked on his earlobe as he used his leg to kick the door shut behind us, it was such a manly move and all I could see was Christopher Meloni getting ready to seduce me.  I felt Steve cup my ass with one hand as he carried me into our bedroom, and with one strong sexy move he tossed me on the bed like a rag doll, I was in heaven.  Then Steve smiled at me and started to undress in front of me like a stripper putting on a show for the bride to be.  Slowly unbuttoning his shirt as his hips swayed side to side, ever so slowly, Steve then took off his dress shoe and held it up to his nose, taking in all the musky aroma of his own smelly, manly feet......

"Hey buddy, Steve was just talking to you." Dad said just in time, that fantasy was about to take me to the edge.

"I know, Dad." I replied feeling embarrassed, then I looked at Steve who was smiling at me, I smiled at Steve and told him, "Seven sounds good, I'll make sure that I have my stuff ready."

"Bring a bathing suit, I have a hot tub in the backyard you're welcome to use." Steve said with a wink, and the same way Steve had clenched his butt cheeks at me earlier, he just made his cock jump in his slacks grabbing my full attention.

"We never wore bathing suits in there before." My Dad said, he sounded like such an alpha stud, the kind that gets naked at the drop of the dime because they are packing in the front and the back and they want everyone to know. I know my Dad is very straight, and into women, but the thought of these two muscle studs in the hot tub naked together, that sparked more curiosity about my own Dad. There were always rumors that my parents were swingers, at an early age I was unsure what that really meant until I got to junior high school and a buddy explained it to me.

"Well, we're adults and the champ here is a sweet sixteen." Steve said.

"Oh he's seen his Dad in his birthday suit a couple of times, right sport?" Dad said with a wink in his eye.

"Yeah, it's no big deal." I replied. 

"No big deal!" My Dad began to huff and puff, taking a handful of his crotch showing it to me and Steve, "I've never had any complaints down there." Dad said, giving his cock and balls a nice tug through his worn slacks, the big mushroom head was completely visible, I'm sure Dad wasn't wearing any underwear as usual.

I was loving this manly talk that we were all having together, it made me feel like one of the guys and I was so attracted to both these men, even if one of them was my own father.

"We all know who's the big bad bull around here, and how much he's packin'." Steve said with a certain smile he made at my Dad, while his eyes were fixated on my Dad's mushroom head pressing against his slacks. Steve then reached around and squeezed his own ass, taking a full handful of his meaty butt cheek and squeezing it in front of me and my Dad.

I watched my Dad, and he was staring at Steve's big round ass while Steve was showing it off.

Steve smiled so charmingly and said, "And we know who has the meatiest rump." He then bent over in front of me and my Dad and for a second I thought his slacks were going to split at the seam. It was such a beautiful manly sight, seeing this big Christopher Meloni type Daddy, bending over in his tight slacks, showing off his big muscle ass. And with slacks that were worn so thin, you could practically see right through them, and his moist taint that I'm sure smelt amazing on this hot day.

What was happening here, my Dad and his business partner were comparing their cocks and asses with each other, was this normal for grown men to do in the privacy of their own office?

"I keep telling you to lay off the squats, man." My Dad told Steve with so much lust in his eyes it was intense, and making the office steam up.

Steve was still bent over, he looked between his legs at my Dad and myself glazed over by the beautiful sight. Steve then reached around and smacked his own ass, sending magic shock waves across his meaty rear end. "Never!" Steve shouted at my Dad through his wide stance, smiling at the attention his ass was getting.

Steve then stood up and said with such confidence, "I'm proud of my derriere, I work hard on it."

"It sure looks like it." I said eagerly, feeling my cheeks turn red.

Dad then turned his meaty ass towards me, looking over his shoulder he asked me, "So Steve has a better ass than your Dad does?"

"Sorry Dad, Steve wins in that department." I had to admit, my Dad's ass was meaty and manly in it's own way. It's just when you look at Steve's ass, it begs for attention, sitting high, big and round, firm with some bounce, every top's wet dream to have a Daddy ass like that to plow every night.

"That's right men! Hands down my glutes will always win any contest." Steve said while his eyes pierced mine and squeezed his juicy ass for me to see while my Dad wasn't looking.

This made me wonder about Steve, such a masculine man with a beefy ass and body to match. He was now teasing me something ferocious, and I was going to spend the night at his house. Would this be the night that Steve and I go all the way? I was dreaming of this moment ever since I saw Steve. The fact that I had a pair of his musky jockstrap, knowing how manly Steve smelt made the fantasy all the more real. Though watching this stud show off his firm round ass, would I be enjoying that part of Steve? Only time will tell.......

TO BE CONTINUED