Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2011 16:43:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad, Jim, and Me 2

Well, as you can guess by the time it's taken for me to write Chapter 2
that Jim and I didn't get together very quickly for our "workout".  In fact
it took over two months until Jim and I both had a Saturday morning to
spend together at the house while everyone else (but Dad?) was out.
However, I kept replaying Dad's and Jim's underwear match (tighty whitey)
in my head whenever I jacked off (and yeah, all the time!).  That helped me
wait for it, but not much.

During that time, I tried to bulk up some.  I loaded up on carbs and
protein and kept working out.  I didn't want Jim to push me around too
easily when we finally got to our "workout".  By the time we got together I
was up to 175.  I noticed Jim was looking a bit trimmer, too.  Maybe 180?
I had now finally turned 17, too!  Yes!  Not long until the magic 18 when
maybe I'd get Dad on the mats, too!

Anyway, it was all I could do not to laugh at Dad as he kept trying to set
up Jim and me.  I mean, he wasn't quite acting like some kind of pimp, well
not quite anyway.  LOL.  However, now that I knew what he and Jim had been
doing it was hard not to notice that Dad flushed a bit when talking about
Jim.  I could also swear that Dad's cock inflated a bit in his boxers, too.
(Yeah, he liked to wear boxers and an undershirt around the house.)

Looked like Dad was getting a bit trimmer, too.  His undershirt stopped
pouching out around his belly so much.  I wondered if he and Jim were
"training" a lot more.  Actually the thought of that made me feel a bit
jealous.  That took me by surprise.  I decided I couldn't be sure whom I
was jealous of.  And that Dad/Son thing they had going bothered me.  I was
the real son, wasn't I?  Yeah, Jim's quite a bit younger than Dad, but he's
also not my age.  He's not old enough to be my Dad, but an Uncle?
Absolutely.

I started to think of him as Uncle Jim then.  That helped.

Well the day finally arrived.

I came home from an early-dismissed practice.  I walked in the house and
did some stretches to keep from tightening up after walking home.  Very
soon the doorbell rang and I went over and let Jim in.

Damn, he looked very fine I have to say.  He had just trimmed his blond
hair and just showered.  His eyes twinkled as he looked at me.  He was in a
tight sleeveless Body Glove shirt and tight workout shorts to match.  All
black.  Pretty hot!  He definitely looked trimmer in body, too.  In fact,
he really did not look a heckuva lot older than me.

Since I was not supposed to know what would happen, I played it cool. I
shook his hand, holding it just a bit too long on purpose.  I then
surprised him by giving him a chest bump, almost knocking him over and then
led him downstairs to the mats in the basement.

Where was Dad, though?  I knew he had to be somewhere.  He had set this
whole thing up so he could watch.

LOL again!  I could see a crack in the bathroom door where it wasn't shut
completely.  The fuck had figured out how to watch me the same way I had
watched him two months ago, using the mirrors in the rec room.  Grin.
Well, like father, like son, I guess.  It was all I could do not to laugh
out loud for real then.  I decided to milk the scene some.  Since Dad was
watching, I was certainly going to give him a show!

"Hey Jim", I said.  "Let's do some cardio and some warm ups." I made him do
some time on the treadmill and then some of the weights.  I spotted him on
both, being sure to touch him from time to time and feel his
body--discretely.  He certainly filled out his black workout clothes.  I
soon saw his nipples get hard and push out his shirt.  Seemed like his
crotch got a bit "fuller" after my pawing his body, too.

I could tell he was getting a bit more bothered and hot than he should have
been.  At that point, I upped the ante.  I suddenly took off my tight tee
shirt and showed off my muscle jock hairless young man's chest and back,
glistening with a light coating of sweat.

His eyes popped out.  Obviously he liked what he was seeing!  I ignored his
reaction and put him back to work.  In a few minutes I suggested that he
take off his shirt so I could see how to spot him better.  What an excuse
that was!  He didn't seem to notice the lack of logic and quickly took off
his shirt.  Wow!  He was even hotter than when he wrestled my Dad.  He
chest hair was a bit darker because of his sweat and was obviously trimmed
to show off his tight pecs.  Yeah, I was looking forward even more to
anything that would happen next!

Jim stopped the weights and treadmill soon after.  He looked at me and
said, "John, what I normally do next in my workouts, when I can find a
partner, is do some light wrestling.  Do you think you could help me with
that?" He looked so earnest, eager, and boyish that I almost laughed again.

"Well, ok I guess, but I'm not sure how to do that.  Can you show me what
to do?" I lied.

He came over to me and started to show me basic holds and escapes.  The
shoe was now on the other foot!  He was now using every chance he had to
touch me, feel me, and stroke me even!  When he had me in a standing hold
with our heads together, his sweaty naked chest against my sweaty naked
back, his hands holding mine, our biceps both cranked and his crotch
against my butt, I could have sworn I heard a moan from the bathroom!

While I was already having a good time, it sounded like Dad was having an
even better one!  LOL, once again.

Eventually we got to grips and started to wrestle slowly.  I decided to
give Dad an even better show.  I used my knowledge of wrestling (sue me, I
learned how to wrestle in school) to move Jim around, to keep close to him
and rub our bodies together as often as I could.  His breathing was coming
even harder.  I had to admit I was feeling very powerful.  I was starting
to work over an older man and make him mine.  I could tell Jim was
beginning to give in to me and enjoy my working him over too much.  Break
time.  I'm so going to make this last!

I stopped and released him.  "Uncle Jim," I said.  "These shorts are
chaffing me.  Do you mind if I take them off so we can wrestle better?" I
didn't wait for an answer.  I quickly stripped off my workout shorts and
revealed my white underwear briefs!  I could swear I heard Jim give thanks
to heaven.  While my cock was swollen I wasn't full mast.  Not yet.

Jim quickly followed suit--you could tell he was just waiting for the
chance!--and it was my turn to admire his man's body and his swollen crotch
clothed in white.  "But why Uncle Jim" he asked?  "Oh" I said, "you seem
like an older brother to me or a younger brother of Dad's.  Can't decide
which."

Once again I heard a moan from behind the bathroom door.  Grin.  I ignored
it and approached "Uncle" Jim again.  Soon, we were struggling for real.
However, this time he was trying to touch me as much as I had touched
him. He kept trying to grab my body and rub it with his.  He was especially
fascinated with my hairless chest and nipples and tried to get us in
positions where his nipples would battle with mine!

Well, I wasn't going to fight that, grin again!  I retaliated, though, by
starting to work his crotch over with mine.  I managed to mount him and
hold his arms down, holding his man's hands with mine.  I rubbed my
hairless chest against his light blond chest hair, alternating being
sensuous with rough, alternating slamming our hard bodies together with
rubbing and writhing.

I didn't ignore our crotches either.  Jim raised his legs and scissored my
waist, trying to gain the advantage.  No such luck.  All it did was put my
barely contained cock against his ass trench.  I was able then to simulate
a slow fuck of his man ass while keeping control of his arms and hands and
rubbing his nipples until they turned firey red!

He tried even harder to escape my hold, but wound up thrusting his hard
cock into my hard abs.  I had him locked down tight.  The harder he
struggled to escape, the harder his cock got as he was being sexually
dominated by a 17 year old and totally turned on by it!  He was panting
now, trying so hard not to cum.  I pushed it even harder and nuzzled his
cheeks and face with mine, and suddenly thrust my tongue in his ear.  He
gasped out loud and moaned.  I heard a big twin moan from the bathroom and
a barely contained yell.  Fuck!  My Dad must be cumming!  Jim heard the
orgasmic yell, too, and suddenly let it all go.  He soaked his briefs and
my abs. "Augghhhhh", he yelled as loud as he could!  That did it!  I came
and came and came and flooded his ass crack with my big boycock jism!

We all finally came down from our orgasmic high and I finally let my hold
go while collapsing on his sweaty, sticky, man's body. I held him tight as
I tried to catch my breath after "fucking" him, while clothed!  I couldn't
believe I had done that, but, shit, loved every second of it!

Jim finally pushed me off him after I finally let go completely.  We
remained panting for a while, trying to come back to our senses.

I could feel the wheels turning as he tried to figure out what had just
happened.  I knew he was thinking about what Dad must be thinking of him,
too.  He had just been dominated and overpowered by Dad's younger son and
had cum from it, too!

Not too surprisingly, he turned aggressive.  He got to his knees, stared at
me, and yelled out, "You think you're tough, John, don't you? Well, just
you wait until our rematch.  You'll see how tough you are, boy!  You
surprised me this time.  You won't surprise me again!"

I stared him down.  "You're on, Unk.  Bring it on.  Any time, any place."

He involuntarily licked his lips and his soaked crotch started to tent up
again.  Damn, did I have his number!  Yes!  And one more moan/gasp from the
bathroom...  Hmm...wonder what Dad's number is?

"Boy, you had better go on up and get cleaned up before your mom comes
home.  I'll stay down here and take a quick shower so I can be gone before
she gets back.  He glared at me, although I could see a bit of uncertainty,
too.

And of course, I knew who would be joining him in the shower as soon as I
was gone.  Damn it.  I was suddenly jealous again.  Dad was my Dad, not
his!  As hot as Jim was and as much fun as it was to make him mine on the
mat, I knew the grand prize was behind the bathroom door, not standing in
front of me, glaring at me.  Well, I would make them both pay for this.
Just a question of when...

As I started to go upstairs, I looked over my shoulder at the disheveled,
sweaty, handsome blond dude and said, "Uncle Jim, I'll give you your
rematch when you can work it out.  But don't expect to win then, either.
You're mine on the mats and don't you forget it!"

With that I hurried upstairs, already starting to plot out my next match!

Chapter 3 to follow!