Date: Fri, 02 Apr 1999 11:23:26 PST
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Unforgettable Workout

Unforgettable Workout (mm, inc)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail com)

WARNING: Following story contains depictions of male/male sex. Do not read
if such material offends you or is inappropriate. Any constructive
criticism or feedback would be welcome. billdrake@hotmail.com.

Unforgettable Workout

It was Saturday morning and Brad was up early. A senior in high school, and
a quarterback on the school's football team, he worked out everyday, but
his Saturday morning workout was his hardest and longest workout. When the
alarm clock rang, Brad looked down his muscular, hair-dusted torso, at the
vascular tube of cockflesh pointing its way up. Damn, he could get morning
hardons to beat all, but there was no time to jackoff now. If he didn't get
a start on things by 8:00 am, he felt like a slob. Not that "slob" would
come to anyone's mouth when describing Brad Patterson. His body was
flawless, both beefy and trim, and if it weren't for his young face, he
could have been mistaken for 24, not 18.

The young athlete put on a pair of shorts and walked down the stairs to
the basement rec room, where the weights were set up. Starting with the
chest exercises, Brad would rub his pecs and shoulders after every press,
feeling the firm knots of pure strength and muscle mass. He loved the feel
of pleasant fatigue coursing through his blood.

Then, the arms. Brad's biceps were already bulging balls of power. With
each curl, he watched the fibers swell as the arms flexed. Brad wasn't
usually one to get off on his own body, but working out gave him a rush of
pleasure, knowing what fine form he was getting his body into.

"I'm off now, son," cried a voice from the top of the stairs. Footsteps
descended the stairwell, as Brad was doing leg curls, feeling the sinews of
his harmstrings contract and relax. Had he been alone, he might have taken
the occasion to play with his ass a bit, but instead he just finished his
set and stood up from the machine.

Brad's father John was standing in the rec room door, dressed in a suit and
tie. "Hey Brad, I'm heading off to work for a while."

Brad smiled in reply, slightly out of breath, "All right dad, don't work
too hard. What are you going in on Saturday for anyway?"

He began to set up his squats, with a couple of 100-lb. discs. His father
said, "Ah, we have a big report due next week. I only need a couple of
hours to get everything printed up, but I figured might as well not put it
off."

"OK," said Brad who started going back to his workout as his father was
turning around. "Say, dad."

"Yes?"

"Could you give me a spot?"

"Sure thing." His father dropped down his briefcase and walked over to
Brad.

John grabbed his son's waist as he put out a set of squats. Brad put the
bar back and backed up, nesting his ass in his father's crotch. "Do you
have to leave so soon?" the sweat-covered jock asked.

John smiled. "Well, if my son needs me, work can wait." His cock strained
in his wool trousers. "Fuck, you get me so horny, you know."

"I know, dad," and with that Brad pulled his shorts down to his ankles.
John unzipped his pants and fished out his erect prick. They were both
ready when Brad bucked his ass back against his father. The cock meat slid
smoothly up the boy's tight ass. John was really hung, with a 10" cock the
thickness of a vacuum hose. Most men had trouble taking the studflesh up
their ass, but Brad was by now accostumed to his father's thick prick and
furious fucks. He always wondered if being fucked by his teammates would be
as hot as with his own dad.

Not that he wanted anything more at the moment. The dadcock pistoning in
and out of his hot jock ass was sending waves of pleasure through the
quarterback's body. Brad's own prick (not so shabby itself, even if not as
big as his father's) was at full mast dripping pre-cum down the stick, over
the taut ballsac and on to the floor. No, he could never imagine a better
fuck than dad. The man was 48 and always horny. He still had a body to die
for. Brad's favorite thing was to feel his father's biceps as he got fucked
by the man's long cock. This morning, though, he was getting it from
behind. Hard. The two men could feel the room heating up, could hear the
sounds of flesh slapping flesh with each cockthrust. The workout room was
filled with their lustful moans.

"Oh fuck, son. Yeah, that's it... Fuck that ass back on your man's hot
cock."

"Fuck dad, I'm gonna fuckin' cum."

"Me too, son. Want my load up that hot ass of yours? Want it?"

"Hell, yeah, give to me. Fuck."

All of a sudden, Brad's load shot out and over the squat rack, and onto the
mirrored wall. John looked over Brad's shoulder. What a sight. Him still in
his business suit, fucking the cum out of his hardbody athlete-son. It was
more than he could take. He shoved the whole cocklength up the young jock's
ass and let loose a torrent of manjuice.

The two just stood out of breath, while John messaged his son's pecs and
gently caressed the red-brown man nipples. His dick, still lodged in the
jock's ass, was still hard as ever. Maybe John Patterson would have to stay
home again that Saturday to help his son Brad with his workout.