I woke up sticky. Not just from sweat. Not just from the heat that had crept into the guest room overnight. My boxers were now crusty in places from last night’s mess. I ended up ejaculating into my boxers thinking about Mr. Burke. Dried cum flaked against my skin every time I shifted. My dick twitched at the memory. Jack’s thick hand around my small cock. His low grunt when he came. The way his cum coated my fingers hot and thick. I pressed my face into the pillow and groaned. Hard again. Already.
Downstairs smelled like fresh coffee and something frying. Bacon maybe. Or eggs. I pulled on shorts and a loose T-shirt.
Jack stood at the stove. Shirtless. Always shirtless now. He only wore shorts because his son was at home. His broad back looked ridiculously sexy in the morning. Shoulders rolling as he stirred something in a pan. I could see the top of his ass crack. My mouth went dry.
“Morning, Caleb,” he said without turning. Voice still rough from sleep. “Sleep okay?”
“Yeah,”
He plated eggs. Added bacon. Set two plates on the island. Poured coffee. Black. Strong. Handed me a mug. Our fingers brushed. His were warm. Mine were shaking again.
I sat. Tried to focus on the food. Jack sat across from me. Thighs spread wide under the island. Legs parted enough that I caught a glimpse of heavy balls through the gap in his shorts. He ate slowly. Casual. Like nothing had happened yesterday. Like he had not jerked me off while I pumped his thick cock until we both came all over each other.
“Where’s Travis?” I asked. Voice too high.
Jack took a sip of coffee. Shrugged one massive shoulder. “Up on the roof. Smoking or getting stoned. God knows what that boy is up to these days.”
I laughed. Nervous. Relieved. “Sounds about right.”
Jack’s eyes flicked to me. Blue. Steady. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth under the beard. “You heading up to join him?”
“Maybe,” I said. Shrugging like it was no big deal. “See what he is doing.”
Jack nodded. Finished his coffee. Stood. Thick outline of his heavy bulge visible through his shorts. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. I looked away fast. Face burning.
“I am hitting the weights after breakfast,” he said. Casual. Like it was nothing. “Basement gym. Come join me when you get bored. Burn off some energy.”
My stomach flipped. Hard. I pictured him shirtless again. Sweaty. Spotting me. Hands on my hips. Bulge pressing against my ass.
“Uhm… I will see,” I mumbled. Shy. Voice cracking.
Jack chuckled low. That rumble that went straight to my dick. “No pressure, kid.”
I shoved the last bite of eggs in my mouth. Stood fast. “Gonna go check on Travis.”
He watched me go. I felt his eyes on my back the whole way up the stairs.
The rooftop door was cracked open. Music drifted down. Low bass. Something chill and hazy. I pushed it wider. Stepped out into the morning sun.
Travis sat on an old patio chair. Joint between his fingers. Eyes half closed. Danny - his old stoner friend from high school was next to him. Same setup. Joint. Sunglasses. Both grinning like idiots.
“Hey man,” Danny said when he saw me. Voice slow. Thick. “Long time.”
“Hey Danny.” I nodded. “Did not know you were here.”
Travis took a long pull. Held it. Exhaled slow. “He crashed last night. Late night sesh. You know how it goes.”
I sat on the edge of the cooler. Crossed my arms. “Bro. At least wait for the day to actually start before you do all this shit.”
Travis laughed. Coughing a little. “Day started at like six for me. This is just breakfast.”
Danny passed the joint my way. “You still not gonna smoke up with us?”
I shook my head. “Nah bro. You know how I feel about all this.”
Travis shrugged. “Suit yourself. More for us.”
They kept going. Music thumping low. Sun climbing higher. Sweat started on my neck. I watched them get higher. Eyes glazing. Giggles turning into full laughs at nothing. Travis leaned back so far I thought he would tip the chair. Danny just stared at the sky like it was the most interesting thing ever.
I got bored. Fast.
My mind kept drifting downstairs. To the basement. To Jack. Shirtless. Sweaty. Waiting.
I stood. Brushed off my shorts. “I am gonna go workout with your dad or something.”
Travis lifted a lazy hand. Eyes red. “Peace, man.”
Danny just nodded. Too stoned to form words.
I left them there. Door clicking shut behind me.
Heart pounding again.
Down the stairs. Past the living room. Toward the basement door.
It was cracked open. Light spilling up from below. I heard the faint clang of weights. Metal on metal. Low grunt.
I stepped in.
The basement air hit me cooler and thicker than upstairs. Rubber mats on the floor. Faint smell of metal and clean sweat. Dim overhead lights. Jack was already on the bench press. Lying flat on his back. Khaki shorts low on his hips. No shirt. No shoes. Just him and the bar loaded with plates.
He looked up when I walked in. Blue eyes catching the light. Small smirk under the beard.
“Hey, kid,” he said. Voice low and easy. “Come spot me.”
I walked over. Legs feeling heavy. Heart already picking up speed. I stood at the head of the bench. Hands hovering near the bar. Close enough to smell him. That mix of fresh soap from his morning shower and the first hints of new sweat.
Jack gripped the bar. Knuckles white. Lifted it off the rack with a smooth grunt. Lowered it slow to his chest. Pushed up. His pecs flexed huge under the weight. Hairy slabs bouncing with every rep. Sweat started fast. Beading on his collarbone. Running down the center line of dark hair. Pooling in the dips of his abs.
He racked the bar after ten reps. Sat up slow. Wiped his forehead with the back of his forearm. Bicep popped thick.
“Got bored with Travis?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. Voice quieter than I wanted. “They are smoking up there. I do not do that stuff.”
Jack nodded. Looked me over for a second. Eyes steady. “Good kid. Smart. Keep it that way.”
He stood. Walked to the pull-up bar mounted on the far wall. Jumped up. Gripped it wide. Started pulling. Back muscles rippling under tanned skin. Lats flaring like wings. Shoulders rounding. Every pull made his arms swell. Veins snaking down his forearms. Sweat rolled down his sides. Caught in the waistband of his shorts.
I watched. Could not help it. Stood there like a voyeur. Cock thickening in my shorts. Eyes tracing every line. The way his abs tightened on the way up. The way his hairy chest rose and fell. The way his khaki shorts rode lower with each rep. Bulge shifting. Heavy. Obvious.
He dropped after a set. Landed soft. Breathing steady. Sweat glistening on his skin. Turned the lights into little highlights across his pecs.
“You do not workout?” he asked.
I looked down at myself. Skinny arms. Flat chest. I flexed one bicep. Fake. Laughed awkwardly. “Nah. Gym is not really my thing.”
Jack stepped closer. Towered over me. Smirk soft but there. “Come watch me up close then.”
I moved. Stood right in front of him. Facing the pull-up bar. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body before he even started.
Jack jumped. Gripped the bar wide. Pulled himself up slow. Deliberate. Every inch controlled.
My face was right there. Eye level with his stomach on the way down. Abs tightening into hard ridges. Sweat rolling from his navel. Following that thick dark trail straight down. The waistband of his khaki shorts slipped lower with the motion. Fabric stretching tight across his hips. Crotch right in front of my eyes.
Up he went again. Cock outline thickening. Pressing forward against the khaki. The head pushing at the material. Clear shape now. Heavy. Filling out. Shifting with every pull. Down he came. Bulge swinging closer. Inches from my face. The musky scent of fresh sweat and man hit me hard. Mixed with the faint soap from his shower. My mouth watered. I swallowed thick. Wanted to lean forward. Press my face right into that bulge. Feel the heat through the fabric. Bury my nose against the thick ridge. Inhale him deep.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
His thighs flexed thick. Hair dark and wet. Sweat dripped from the line of hair below his navel. One drop slid slowly down the front of his shorts. Soaked into the fabric right over the head of his cock. Made a small dark spot. I stared at it.. Cock throbbing in my shorts. Leaking steadily. Soaking the front. My breath came short. Shallow. Face flushed hot.
Jack noticed.
He dropped down. Landed soft. Close. Chest almost brushing mine. Sweaty pecs rising and falling fast. Hairy slabs inches away. Nipples hard from the effort. He looked down at me. Smirk wide now. Eyes dark. Knowing.
“You are distracted, kid.”
I swallowed. Face hot. “You are ripped as fuck, Mr. Burke.”
He laughed low. Deep rumble. “You should actually workout with me sometime. Instead of just standing there watching. Maybe I will train you. Teach you something.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. Nervous. “Yeah. Sure.”
He studied me for a second. Then jerked his head toward the bathroom door at the back of the basement. “I am hitting the shower. Big enough for two. Come join me.”
I looked up the stairs. Heart slamming. “Uhmm…”
Jack stepped closer. Voice dropped. “Travis has not stepped foot in this basement in years. Come on.”
He turned. Walked toward the bathroom door. Left it open behind him.
Steam already starting to rise from the shower he turned on.
I stood there. Hard. Leaking. Staring at the open door.
Wondering how the hell I was supposed to say no.
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