- Duncan Wyatt / 19 / Medium Length Brown Hair / Lean and Muscular / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Nick Robinson
- Noah Wyatt / 40 / Medium Length Black Wavy Hair / Muscular Build / Facial Stubble and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Paul Anthony Kelly
- Aldo Ricci / 25 / Wavy Brown Hair / Muscular / Light Body Hair & Goatee / 11-inches Un-Cut / Celebrity Type: Brandon Perea
Let's Get Physical
“Counteroffer; we bail and duck into Little Debbie’s instead and binge eat our weight in lemon squares.”
Dad sighed as he grabbed our duffel bags from the trunk and slammed it shut. It was a brisk 94-degree mid-July afternoon in Santa Fe. Dad and I had just parked on the 3rd floor of the garage downtown across from Deluca CrossFit. In some post-sex haze delirium, Dad had somehow convinced me to take up Sal Deluca’s offer for a free gym membership and training session. Dad and I both hit the genetic jackpot, but from time to time I have to humor the man I love by supporting his disgusting habit of picking heavy stuff up and putting the heavy stuff back down for fun. I almost made it a full year ‘gym free’ but he got me. The bastard got me.
“We just spent an entire week in New York, celebrating your birthday and the 4th of July and you spent a majority of it on your back.” Dad placed one of his big hands on the small of my back and guided me to the stairwell leading down to the street. “It would do both of us some good to get out of the house. Pump some iron. Break a sweat...outside of the bedroom.” He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the neck.
“Yeah, I spent a lot of time on my back...getting fucked by you and Gramps. You try sitting on two Pringles cans and tell me that’s not a workout.” Dad laughed as he adjusted the bulge growing in his red nylon shorts. His white tank top clung tightly to his massive frame. The white popped against his summer tan nicely. His darkened nipples peeked through the fabric, tempting me like a delicious snack. I had opted to go the sluttier route. I wore a pair of black spandex short-shorts and an oversized black spaghetti-strap tank top that hung low on my chest, barely covering my abs. The thin straps bounced against my soft pink nipples causing them to harden.
Down on the ground level, we crossed to the shaded side of the street in front of everyone’s favorite queer-friendly diner, Little Debbie’s. As we passed by the windows, decorated with various rainbow stickers and flags, I peeked in and saw the owner Vic behind the front register. He gave me a quick smile and wave. Just on the other side of the alley leading down to Babylon, was the gym. Dad held the door open for me as I let out an annoyed sigh and headed inside. At least they have air conditioning here in Hell.
“You came!”
I looked over to my left. Chris Park, Sal’s disarmingly beautiful yet handsome Korean boyfriend, waved at us from behind the front desk.
“Oh, hey Chris. I didn’t know if you were working today or not” I said as we waited for the few people in front of us to get their cards scanned.
“I try to pick up more shifts during the summer since we’re not in school. Also doesn’t hurt that our loft is right across the street.” He smiled at me with his natural rose-pink cheeks as he picked up a couple clip boards and handed them to us. He wore a pair of tight khaki pants and a form-fitting navy-blue Polo with Deluca CrossFit embroidered over the left breast.
Since moving here, other than Ollie, I’ve grown closest to Vinnie and Chris. They’re both incredibly friendly and it helps that I can be completely open and honest about my home-life and relationship with my dad around them. Normally, Chris would almost be done with college, but he was still taking mostly night classes at Dad and Vinnie’s school, so the progress was going somewhat slower than normal. Sal finally convinced him to start attending school during the day and it looked like we would have a couple classes together in the fall.
“Well, get in as many hours as you can because I’m gonna need you in the fall” I said as Dad and I both filled out our gym applications. “I fully expect you to take me under your wing...and give me all the answers.” Chris let out an adorable laugh. I was partly joking but also incredibly serious. My security blanket, Ollie, was leaving me for California in a couple months, and I was in the market for a new best friend within the Santa Fe metro area. Vinnie was maybe a hair too old, but Chris was right in that sweet spot. I needed to lock him down.
“Oh shit! It’s my house family!” Ugh. “Hey, Wyatt clan! Welcome!”
Sal Deluca popped out of the office behind the front desk with a shaker bottle of protein powder and some milk. He had on the official Deluca CrossFit Polo and a pair of white tear-away sweatpants.
“I knew we’d get you down here. I knew it! Noah, you were an easy sell. But Duncan...I admire your...tenacity.” Sal’s eyes scanned my outfit slowly. He and Chris were committed to one another, but like Dad and I, they occasionally sampled other wares. On more than one occasion, and usually after a couple beers, he’s texted me, asking which one of his old OnlyFans videos I liked to jerk off to the most. He had an adorable ‘golden labrador’ personality, but...adorable doesn’t really do it for me.
“Listen, ‘Luigi’” I said, invoking his old ‘nom de porn’, “with all due respect to your...alternative lifestyle choice, I just can’t get on board with flipping tires around a room and whipping cables thicker than my arms like some...dock worker.” I handed our clipboards to Chris and leaned on the counter, arching my back and pushing my ass up. Sal’s dark eyes stared at the mounds with a hunger he’s been fighting ever since we met. Dad let out a chuckle and grabbed my waist, pulling me in close.
“And I knew you would not be down for actual CrossFit, but they have a normal gym in the back and a couple studios that offer classes.” Dad squeezed my waist and leaned in. His mouth hovered over my ear. “Nice try, baby” he whispered. “But you’re not getting out of this that easily.” He leaned back and gave me a big cheesy smile. The type of smile you give your unruly, embarrassing child when you’re out in public.
“Ooo. Duncan. There’s an amazing yoga class starting in 10 minutes” Chris said, handing us our membership cards. “And just between you and me...the teacher, Raj, is gorgeous. He and his hands, are very...attentive. Really makes sure you get the forms just right.” He gave me a wink as he crossed his arms, with an unearned sense of accomplishment.
“I don’t know...yoga?” I said in a whiny, petulant tone. I was having a really hard time ‘getting it up’ for a workout.
“Yes, yoga” Sal said, as he smacked my ass. He gripped my cheek firmly and squeezed it a few times. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and limber for whatever...activities you might get into. You go to class, and I’m gonna show Noah the ropes. Literally and figuratively speaking, of course.” The two of them laughed at Sal’s lame ‘dad joke’.
“Go on, baby” Dad said as he rubbed my bicep. “I’m gonna go drop our shit off in a locker and spend some time with Sal. Just come find me when the class is done, OK?” He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. He’s become a lot less rigid and a lot more openly intimate with me in public and I love every second of it. It’s been a year of experiences with Dad, and every takeaway tells us that we were building our own cage for our relationship. A cage we didn’t need. We’re not gonna fuck in the middle of the street, but we’re also not going to keep our distance.
“Alright, alright. I’ll see you boys in a bit.” I made my way past the CrossFit area, filled with grunts and thousands of pounds of weight plates slamming into the ground repeatedly. I noticed the clientele heavily skewed towards ‘men’. Actually, now that I look, it’s just men. I shouldn’t be too surprised. Considering the location and owner, I should’ve expected a sausage party. At least it means I get a little eye candy while I sweat my ass off. The back of the gym had your standard fare of machines and a couple rows of treadmills, ellipticals, and stair masters. Glass walls lined the back where the studios were. One of them was empty and the other had a small group of people filing in. That must be the yoga class.
I walked into the studio and grabbed a mat from the pile. I looked around the room for an open spot, hopefully in the back, out of sight. Maybe I could sneak a nap in child’s pose.
“This spot is open.”
A man in his mid-twenties waved me over. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of forest green nylon shorts that looked good against his olive skin. His wavy brown hair was tucked behind his ears. A light five o’clock shadow contoured his chiseled jaw. I could feel his eyes on me as I rolled out my mat and sat down next to him.
“Uh, thanks” I said with an awkward smile. “Not a fan of being up there in the front.”
“Oh, I get it. That’s why I always get here early. My spot.” He patted the ground between us as he continued his pre-class stretching. I began to stretch next to him, sneaking the occasional glance. I swear I’ve seen him before, but I, for the life of me, can’t place him.
“You’re, uh...you’re Mr. Matthis’ friend, right?” OK. So, there’s an Ollie connection here. Still 50/50 which way this encounter could go, though. I was starting to get worried he was one of the bartenders Ollie slapped for refusing him service. The list was longer than you’d think.
“...Yes?” I said hesitantly.
“Duncan, right? I’m Aldo...” I continued to stare at him as I ran through the rolodex in my mind, trying to place him. “I, uh, work at Petrillo’s? The Italian place a couple blocks over?”
“Oh, God. Aldo! Hi. Yes, of course.” I smacked my forehead loudly. Yes, Aldo. The cute waiter from Dad’s birthday dinner that Ollie tried to pimp me out to. “I’m sorry. That was a crazy night. For a lot of reasons.”
“It’s all good. I mean...my ego is a little hurt that you didn’t remember me, but I’ll live.” He snorted and flashed me a cheesy smile. Was he flirting with me?
“I’m sorry that Ollie tried to pimp me out to you” I said as I sat back on my knees. “Most straight guys wouldn’t be as...cool with it.” Aldo dropped his head and laughed to himself.
“Yeah...about that. I’m not straight” he said squinting at me as he scratched the back of his head.
“You’re not? At the restaurant you told Ollie...” I trailed off. Aldo laughed again.
“Yeah...Um. I just tell that to Mr. Matth--...to Oliver to get him off my back. He comes in a lot. Gets super drunk and hits on me. It’s just easier to tell him I’m straight.” Aldo leaned back on his hands and wiggled his toes. “Unfortunately, I have to tell him every time he comes in because he forgets. Every time.”
“That’s my Ollie” I shrugged. “Well, I’m glad to hear you just pretended to be straight to get Ollie off your back and not because you found me...repugnant or something.” Like anyone would. Aldo’s face contorted into confusion.
"What? Are you kidding me? I would’ve taken you home and fucked your brains out if Oliver and...your dad, I’m guessing, weren’t there.” He bit his lip as he looked over my body.
“Oh...I...well...uh...” My brain short circuited, imagining his big hands exploring my body. Wondering what his cock looked like...what it would feel like carving me open.
“Alright class. We got a good turn-out today” a calm voice said behind me. Raj, our teacher walked in, looking over his latest acolytes. Chris was right. He was beautiful. Like an Indian Tom Ellis. “Let’s all begin centering while I get the room ready.” He walked over to the switches and dimmed the lights. Next, he cranked the thermostat and raised the heat. Fuck me. This is ‘hot yoga’?
“Get ready to break a sweat” Aldo said flirtatiously as he sat back and peeled off his shirt. I stared in awe at his chiseled 8-pack and hefty pectorals. A light smattering of hair nestled between his pecs and there was a light treasure trail leading down from his belly button to just below his waistband. I laughed nervously as I peeled my own tank top off and tossed it on the ground between us.
An hour later, the class was over and my body was covered in a heavy layer of sweat. I laid on my mat, panting, as Raj lowered the temperature of the room again. The sudden rush of air conditioning hit my body and sent a welcome shiver down my spine.
“Want some?”
I brushed my sweaty hair out of my face and looked over at Aldo. He held a water bottle out for me.
“Thanks” I said, taking the water. I squeezed some in my mouth and handed it back to him. “I can’t believe people willingly do this...for fun.” I slowly sat up and grabbed my tank top, using it to wipe my forehead.
“Yeah...I can think of other, way more enjoyable ways to break a sweat.” He offered the bottle again, but I declined. He stood up and offered a hand which I happily accepted. We stood there, chests heaving, drenched in sweat, in nothing but our shorts. God, I wanted to nurse on those tan nipples and lick him dry.
“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower, desperately.” Aldo took a whiff of his armpits.
“Oof. Same.” We both stood there, uncertain of how to end our interaction.
“Well...I’m gonna go find my dad” I said as I wiped my mat down and rolled it up. “He’s out there ‘CrossFitting’ or whatever. It was good seeing you again, Aldo. And don’t worry, I won’t tell Ollie your secret.” Aldo seemed disappointed I was wrapping things up.
“...Thanks. Yeah. It was good seeing you, Duncan. If you’re a member here now, maybe I’ll see you again sometime?”
“Yeah, definitely.” I tossed my sweaty tank top over my shoulder and headed for the door. As I made my way through the gym towards the CrossFit area, I saw Dad and Sal off to the side, working out. Dad was bent over lifting and dropping a bar with like a million pounds on it over and over. “Is that an actual exercise?” I asked as I approached the duo. Dad laughed through his exertion.
“It’s called a ‘deadlift’” Sal said as he watched Dad’s form. “Your dad’s gonna get jacked.”
Dad slammed the weight on the ground and paced back and forth, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His body was drenched in sweat. The white tank top now completely see-through. His nipples were hard, coaxed by the vent of air conditioning overhead.
“Hey baby” he said in between breaths as he stared at me, standing there in nothing but my shorts, drenched in sweat too. “We’ve got a couple more sets to do and then I’ll be ready to go.”
“OK, well I need to rinse off, so I’m gonna go hit the showers” I said, motioning towards the locker room.
“Sounds good. I’ll see you in a bit.” Dad walked up to the bar for his next set as I turned and headed towards the locker room.
I walked around until I spotted the bright purple lock I bought Dad in the back section of lockers. I popped the lock and tossed my dripping tank top inside. A group of men in their 30’s walked out from the showers with towels wrapped around their waists. Their bodies, obviously built by CrossFit, glistened from the steam. They carried on their conversation about sports or some ‘dude bro interests’ while stealing glances at me. I faced my locker and slowly rolled my shorts down over my bubble butt. It jiggled free from its tight fabric constraints. I slowly bent down, stepping each foot out of my shorts, exposing my pussy to the group. Their conversations filled with longer pauses and ‘uhs’ between thoughts. Their eyes burned holes in my skin.
I tossed the shorts inside, closed the door and clicked the lock shut. I flashed a quick smile to my audience, grabbed a towel from the stack up front, and headed into the showers. A row of semi-private showers lay before me. Five on one side, five on the other. There were no curtains, but the walls wrapped half-way around, giving the impression of privacy. I walked down the row. No one else was in here, but I still opted for the stall at the very end. I hung my towel on the nearby hook and stepped inside. Steam filled the cubicle as I began to rinse myself off. I closed my eyes and ducked my head under the shower.
A minute later I felt a presence join me. Dad’s strong hands gripped my waist and slid down, cupping my ass. I let out a soft moan as I felt his hardening cock wedge between my cheeks. He slowly humped into me as he kissed my shoulders. I pushed back against him and tossed my head back. He kissed his way up my neck and gently nibbled on my earlobe.
“Mmm. You’re being so gentle. You know I like it rougher than that...” I said seductively.
“Oh, yeah?” the stranger’s voice hissed in my ear. It wasn’t Dad. My eyes widened as I turned my head and saw Aldo kissing down my other shoulder. “Fuck. I love it when a bottom wants to get railed hard.”
“A-Aldo...What are--?” I looked past Aldo into the shower across from us. Dad stood there in the shadows, under the water, watching. He stroked his long fat cock and bit his lip.
‘Do it’ he mouthed. ‘Let him fuck you’.
So, Dad wanted to watch his son get fucked. There was something exciting about putting on a show for him. Plus, I could feel what Aldo was packing and I desperately needed to feel it inside me. I winked at Dad and turned back around, keeping Aldo’s back to Dad.
“Oh, I love getting railed, Aldo. And right now? Right now, I need you to fuck me” I said, as I pulled him in for a kiss. His tan arms wrapped around me and clawed up my back, hungrily. Dad and I locked eyes as my tongue scraped the back of Aldo’s molars. A dark smile crossed his face as he began playing with one of his nipples while he watched. Aldo greedily pawed my ass, alternating between squeezing and pinching. He slid two fingers between my cheeks and rubbed the lips of pussy.
“Fuck, Duncan” he said between kisses on my neck. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your pussy, the whole class. I kept sneaking peeks whenever I could.”
“You did? I didn’t even notice” I lied. He didn’t hide it well. The entire class, he was mere seconds away from whipping out an oversized cartoon mallet and hitting himself on the head repeatedly.
“The beads of sweat running down your back during ‘down dog’” he hissed. “I wanted to lick them up before ripping off those shorts and feasting on that sweaty boypussy.” I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees.
“Then what are you waiting for, Aldo? Bon appetite.” I turned around and wiggled my ass in his face. His eyes grew wide with excitement as he pulled my cheeks apart and dove in, lapping at my ripe pussy like a starving animal.” I looked over my shoulder at Dad as I grabbed the back of Aldo’s head and grinded my hips against his fat tongue. Dad licked his lips, as he continued to slowly milk his cock.
“Fuck that’s tasty” Aldo said pulling back, gasping for air. The hot water streamed down his chest towards his impressive 11-inch un-cut monster that bobbed up and down with every greedy swipe of his tongue.
“If you think it tastes good. Wait until you feel it milk that beautiful cock of yours.”
“Fuckin’ can’t wait. Just let me open you up some more.” I grabbed a fistful of his hair.
“Don’t bother. I like it rough, remember?” He smiled as he stood up and grabbed the base of his cock, smacking it loudly on my smooth pink ring.
“Then buckle up, bello, cause I’m not gonna hold back” he said as he pressed the head of his cock against my ring and slammed his sausage inside me in one go. I screamed into my arm as my insides lit on fire. Without giving me a moments rest, Aldo began slot fucking my pussy, brutally slamming me into the wall.
“Oh fuck!” I blurted out as I pushed back against the assault. My insides burned and I wanted more. “Fuck, Aldo. Break me open.”
“Yeah?” he asked, switching to long, slow, deep thrusts. “You like this dick, baby? You wanna be my cum dump? Wanna carry my baby?” I reached down and gripped my dick, feverishly stroking as my eyes fluttered from the dirty talk. I looked back over my shoulder at our studio audience. Dad’s stroking was getting faster as he watched his son and boyfriend getting bred in a gym shower.
“Fuck, yeah Aldo. Get me fucking pregnant. Ruin my fucking pussy. I want you inside me all day.” Aldo heard his orders and began slamming into me again. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked my head back roughly. I lifted my leg and braced it on the nearby wall, giving him easier access to my pussy.
“See?” he panted. “You didn’t even need that yoga class. Look at you presenting that pussy so beautifully for daddy.” I softly chuckled at the sudden use of the word ‘daddy’. He was fucking me senseless without knowing my actual father and boyfriend was watching it all from across the aisle.
“Fuck yeah, Daddy” I said, leaning into the fantasy for him. “Grab my tits and bruise my pussy with those massive Italian balls of yours.” Aldo swirled his hips in between hard, hip-cracking thrusts into me. He pulled me tight against his chiseled body, letting his hips continue my punishment.
“Yeah. You love that Italian dick, huh? You like it thick and dark in that beautiful porcelain pussy of yours, baby?” My hand was a blur of strokes as I bounced harder against him. My pussy was getting used to the fucking and I wanted to cum while it still hurt.
“I love that dark dick, Daddy. I love when it shoots me up with that hot fucking milk. You gonna give me that load? Please? I need it deep inside me” I whimpered, half playing a part and half honestly wanting him to flood my guts. Aldo’s face darkened with intense focus as he fucked me into the wall. His breath grew short and his grunts grew louder.
“Oh fuck, baby. I’m gonna shoot inside you. Give you that daddy milk you need in that pussy.” He buried his face in the back of my head, and he grunted his final thrusts. “Fuck. Here it comes.” He didn’t stop though. He continued brutally slamming into me as he unloaded. Water and cum squirted out from the cracks around his cock with each slam. I tossed my head back as I approached the edge and jumped off. Rope after rope of cum shot out coating the wall in front of me. It trickled down the shower wall, mixing with water and swirled down the drain. I looked back over my shoulder at our audience as I caught my breath.
I watched Dad’s eyes shut tightly as he bit his fist, stifling his moans. He yanked his cock back hard as a fountain of milky white cum erupted from his cock. It coated his hairy, meaty pecs and ran down the ripples of his abs onto the shower floor. His chest heaved as he squeezed the base of his cock, coaxing out the last few drops of his load. He flung them onto the wall and stood back up, shaking his head as he came down from his high.
“That was fucking amazing, Duncan” Aldo panted as he slowly pulled out of me. “Shit. I feel lightheaded.” He chuckled as he splashed his face with water. I turned back around and gave him a soft kiss as he pulled me in tight. He slid a hand in-between my cheeks and rubbed his fingers over my freshly bred pussy. “Should be illegal to walk around with prime pussy like this between your legs. If every guy out there knew? Man, you couldn’t make it down the street without getting stuffed.” He slipped a couple fingers inside me and swirled them around. I instinctively wiggled against the invasion, eliciting a soft chuckle from Aldo. He pulled his fingers out and licked one of them clean before offering me one. I opened my mouth and he swirled his fingers around inside. The taste of pussy juice and cum swirled around my mouth. “Fucking tasty, right?” I nodded as I licked his fingers clean.
“Might have to hit up Petrillo’s again soon. I’ve always been curious to see how much weight that changing table in the Men’s room can hold.”
“I work every Tuesday through Saturday. You should stop by. I’ll hook you up with some freebies” he said as he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. “And of course, I’ll fuck the cum out of you whenever you want.” He leaned in, avoiding the water, and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. “I’ll check you later, Dunc.” He ducked out and headed back towards the lockers. I shut the water off and looked down the row. When the coast was clear, I tiptoed across the floor into Dad’s shower stall. He was already squirting shampoo in his hand, waiting for me.
“C’mere” he said, stepping out from under the running water. I stepped under the water as he began massaging the shampoo into my scalp. I let out a soft sigh, enjoying the romantic moment. “You have fun, baby?”
“Yeah, Dad” I said leaning back against him. “It felt so good. And it was hot...performing for you.”
“It was so fucking hot watching you get railed and not being able to touch you. I mean...I’m gonna take you home and pump you full of cum until you pass out...but it was fun just watching too. Wasn’t he the waiter from that restaurant?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought he was straight.”
“Nah. He just tells Ollie that.”
“Maybe I should’ve tried doing that.”
“Nah. Ollie would’ve still objectified you at every turn. He believes in equal opportunity.” Dad snorted as I rinsed my hair.
We finished our shower, got dressed and headed out. Chris was still manning the front desk as we headed towards the front door.
“Glad we were able to get you boys in today” he said with a smile. “Seems like Duncan was able to find something that...piqued his interest here...”
“How did...?” I started to ask.
“Oh, Sal put cameras in the showers” Chris replied very matter of fact. My eyes widened in a mix of disbelief and ‘actually, yeah I could see Sal doing that’.
“That can’t be legal” I said.
“Nah, I’m just messing with you, ‘bestie’. I was checking on the towel situation and heard your afternoon matinee. Don’t worry. You know Sal and I have a very progressive management style here. I am a little annoyed though.”
“Why?”
“I owe Sal $50 now. I thought Raj would reel you in. But Sal bet on his old OnlyFans co-star and won.” Wait...what?
“Aldo used to be on OnlyFans?”
“I think he still is. I’ll text you a link to his page. He and Sal did a few videos together. They met on some family trip to Italy a couple years ago. Sal’s dad convinced him to move to Santa Fe. It’s a whole thing.”
“OK...Yeah. Send me the link” I said nonchalantly but secretly interested. “Just...out of curiosity.” Dad chuckled as he took my hand.
“Thanks for everything, Chris” Dad said as he waved goodbye. “We’ll see you and Sal at Vinnie’s on Friday for the barbeque?”
“Yup! Wait ‘til you try my secret kimchi glaze. You’re gonna love it.”
“Sounds good, new best friend” I said. “Text me later.”
Dad and I headed back down the street towards the crosswalk. When we got to Little Debbie’s he paused at the front door.
“You know what? Let’s get you that mountain of lemon squares you suggested earlier. After hot yoga and that pounding you took, I’m gonna need your blood sugar up for what I plan to do to you back home.” The man had a knack for skirting the line between warmhearted father figure and wickedly charming sexual deviant. I clapped my hands excitedly, thinking about the amount of sugar and cum I would get to consume the rest of the day.
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