Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2007 07:45:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Art Fex <art_i_fex@yahoo.com>
Subject: Late Night with Dad  ch 3

WARNING: Stories of this nature have been known to cause perspiration,
increased heart-rate, dry eyes, salivation, penile erections and semen
leakage. It has also been reported that homophobes that read beyond this
paragraph were strongly offended and had an increased risk of red-ass,
erectile dysfunction, and other unpleasant side affects. Also, if you are
younger than the prescribed age, you may suffer from confusion, wet
dreams, and an insatiable need to masturbate...oh, that's already there.
Sorry.

Late Night With Dad - 3

"At the Gym"


Upon arriving at the gym, we popped our trunk and retrieve our duffel
bags containing our belongings, then made our way across the hot parking
lot. It wasn't the largest gym around, but it was the only one in the
immediate area, so it had the 'regulars' that came all the time at about
the same time, my dad knew just about everyone there at least by their
face, but most by name.

Dad held the door as I passed through, the cool air seeming to wrap
around me, clinging to the sweat I'd already developed in the sun. We
punched in so to speak at the front desk and we parted with a 'Have fun.'
as he went to his office to check messages and the like.

I entered the locker room, the air being and amalgam that consisted of
everything from aftershave to talc, body odor to chlorine, all mixing
with the slight amount of heavy steam that emanated from the shower area
that lay just through a doorless passage and around a corner.

All these things are components of a precise recipe that bring warmth to
my heart...and make me horny as hell, but I'm good at hiding it for the
most part. I stepped over to my locker, the locker that had been mine
since I could remember, and began unloading my things as I always did. It
was then that the 'First Law of Locker rooms' as it came to be called
here occurred...'If there are only two people in a locker room, their
lockers will almost always end up being right next to each other'. It
hardly ever fails!

The man who arrived was fresh from the showers and preparing to go to the
hot tub. People are supposed to take a shower between working out and
going to the hot tub for sanitation reasons. The man's name was Allen,
and is around his early forties and in great shape, very much the
athletic, and the only hair he seemed to have was his pubic hair, and the
crew-cut on his head.

"Hey, howzit goin?" he said shaking my hand friendly, seemingly
forgetting he was stark naked, not that I cared. We began talking as
he rummaged around looking for his trunks, trying to talk smoothly even
though I couldn't keep my eyes off his nice dick that swung like a
pendulum with his every movement.

I knew him well, and he knew my dad really well, being a very close
friend to my dad. They went further back than me and dad did! seeing as
they had been college room mates, and still seemed to behave He had been
there for us when we lost mom, he also came to the gym just about every
day. He was 'one of the guys' that made up the sort of inner circle of
friends we had, I mean, my dad is friendly and always up to joke around
with most everyone at the gym, and would do most anything
for anybody, but then there are the ones that I know, he knows, and are
more of personal friends, some of which dad knows from other places,
kinda like Allen.

After Allen headed out, I went back into the main part of the gym and hit
the stationary weights. I'm pretty light, but strong enough, I'm more
slender than the average guy my age though, but Dad always said I was
well proportioned. 'You'ra swimmer, not a body builder!' he would say
sometimes. I made my way around the room, using the different weights,
and I looked over at a guy on a similar machine. He was huge! But I was
doing the same weight as he was on the leg press...was I lifting a lot or
was he lifting very little? and how did he get huge and me stay slender
even with the same weight??? I didn't ponder too long before I was tapped
on the shoulder. I turned to face Bret, Allen's younger cousin.

He called Allen 'Uncle' occasionally, but they were actually cousins,
there was just an age difference and that was what he was raised calling
him just out of simplicity. Bret is close to my age, and my best buddy.
I love him to pieces, despite myself, and his looks don't do a thing to
hinder my adoration. He's a lot like his cousin, in fact I think their
family must have some strong genes cause they all have similar things
about them. He has some Irish, and some Italian background. Irish mother,
Italian father, and the families have melded into a 'large free for all
family reunion that never ends' as Bret laughingly put it once. They
practically had their own freaking neighborhood not far from us!' They
all knew dad, then me, and since Dad didn't have much family in college,
they had practically adopted him and made him one of them, hence the
closeness that he and Allen shared.

Me and Bret hung out all the time, and during some of those occasions, oh
okay, most of those occasions, we found time to jack off. I don't believe
it had ever gone any further than that up to this point. And of course,
every male in his whole freakin family was uncut (he told) so that made
me a wee bit jealous, but I figured I'd have a restored one at some point
anyway, so no biggie. I'd have to mention it to Bret sometime and see
what he thought.

Me and Bret worked out together a little more, he had already been
working out a little while before I got there, then we headed back to the
locker room to change into trunks. I preferred the swimming anyway. We
got in the locker room and his locker was just on the other side of
Allen's locker, so again, only two guys in there are right next to each
other. Bret had a very easy going way about him, almost as easy going as
me, he was easy going around 'me' and others, but if someone pissed him
off, oh shit! His background is not known for having great tempers when
crossed, but I've never had him pissed at me, and only seen him angry
with a few people in my life...he won. I smiled at the thought of it as I
sat there listening to him go on like a little kid, laughing and fooling
around, his curly black hair kinda long, but not to his shoulders or
anything, just kind of scraggly, and he had kinda pale skin and blue eyes
that I guess he got from his mom. I always caught looks at him when we
were changing, and unbeknownst to me, he knew I was looking, he just
didn't mind.

He had a fuzzy trail leading down to his pubes which framed out his proud
'shower' of a cock, the tip of his glans barely peeking through his skin
due to the heat,

"So whatcha been up to lately? Do anything cool last night?"

Now I knew that he meant like a movie or something, but it still gave me
pause to say the least, my look must've betrayed me because he then asked
if I had robbed a bank or something, then went on to jokingly bitch at me
for not including him in it! I finally cut him off,

"Sorry! Next time I'll let you know, there are plenty of banks and stuff
around here for later."

That got a smile and a small chuckle from him as he messed up my hair
with one hand while reaching for his trunks with the other. He knew I was
hiding something though I'm sure, he reads me too well to not know when
something's up, in fact I was surprised he let it go that easy.

We headed out to the pool, hardly anyone was there, and began swimming
our laps. We didn't tear it up swimming, but mostly just did enough to
feel like we did a workout then goofed off. We ended up getting into some
sort of match that led to my trunks being thrown up on the diving board,
much to Bret's delight.

I, determined to not let his game be won, climbed out of the pool and
casually walked around the edge and toward the diving board. Bret just
watched with a look of dismissal until I reached down to nonchalantly
pick up my shorts. It was THEN that some old ladies opened the double
doors leading to the outdoor pool and came walking up, chatting amongst
themselves. They were here for their aerobics class! I baled into the
pool trunks in hand, hearing Bret's laughter even before I surfaced. I
rushed to get my trunks back on as Bret continued to laugh,

"Hey there, how's the water?" the sweet instructor lady asked.

"Just fine!", Bret answered back, turning to me. They hadn't noticed
thankfully, but my adrenalin was till pumping all the same.

Bret looked at his watch, "Yep, they're always on time."

"YOU PLANNED THAT?!" I said exasperatedly as we swam over where we
wouldn't be in the way of the class.

Bret was very smug, "Yup."

Me and Bret did things like that to each other sometimes, no harm, no
fowl, just led to a few embarrassing incidents over the years. Kinda like
the time I told him we were the only ones in the house and that I had
mistakenly put his trunks in the wrong bedroom and he ended up walking
naked into his sister's room while she had a date....three words, World
War Three!

We messed around some more then finally exited the pool and got in the
hot tub. There are actually two, but the one we got is usually pretty
quiet, they are each in they're own rooms, one attached to the locker
room, and one attached to another part of the building. It has windows
all the way around so you can see the pool and all outside, so the few
times me and Bret had jacked off in there (yea I know, but we sat on the
edge and shot in a towel!) you could see if someone was coming.

It had been a while since we'd jacked off here, and over a week since
we'd done it together, but I found out this would be a day to do it when
Bret said,

"Man, have you jacked off since the last time 'we' did?"

I just gave him a funny look.

"Yea, stupid question. Sometimes I feel a little guilty."

I was curious now, guilty? I wasn't sure I liked the sound of this,

"Guilty?"

"Yea."

"Guilty for jacking of with me? Or a guy, or whatever?" I tried to sound
unconcerned. Bret turned and looked at me shocked,

"NO! Nothing like that man!" there was a moment of silence before he
laughed,

"I bet you were about to freak weren't you? No, I meant I jack off with
my cousins and stuff, but you don't have anyone to jack off and fool
around with...unless of course, I'M there that is." he finished sticking
out his broad chest a little.

The thought of what had happened that morning and the night before came
to mind again, and I must have looked like I was in deep though again or
something because Bret pressed again,

"Dude, so anything interesting happen lately?"

I didn't want to lie, but I didn't know what he'd think. Would he think
it was weird? Would he think it was fine, but then think I thought I
didn't 'need' him anymore to jack off with? What would happen if I
told? Bret then continued,

"Did you fuck that chick or something....?" he said this with a little
concern in his voice, why I didn't know. He was referring to a girl that
me and him had met recently and she was one of the few girls that showed
an huge amount of interest in me, and he had jokingly said something
about me fucking with her, but I'd known he didn't mean it. "...I mean, I
just always thought you were, I don't know..."

"What?" Now I had to know.

Bret looked like he wished he hadn't brought it up, but continued,
"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Yea, what is it?"

Bret was watching the water shoot out of the jets in the side of the pool
as he said, "I guess I had just made you out in my mind to be gay or
something, I mean, you know, just haven't dated a lot - or really at all
that I know of and never mention girls being 'sexy' or anything and stuff
like that." Now he just stared at me, I had to tell him something. I
decided to tell him the truth so we could just put it aside, I trusted
him, and he'd trusted me enough to say all that,

"No, I didn't and am not going to fuck that girl, and yea, I'm into guys,
whatever you wanna call it. Last night, me and my dad did stuff, and this
morning too." I suddenly felt weird, like I ought to be ashamed or
something, but I wasn't. Bret just stared in silence for a moment,
torturing me, making me wonder what he though, then he got a smile on his
face,

"YOUR dad? Mr. Jonothan? He's fuckin HOT! You lucky bastard!"

"What?!"

"I'm sorry, but I've just always thought your dad was a great lookin guy
and all, and you're not even blood relatives."

I got to thinking too, he had said stuff about cousins and jacking off,

"What about Allen? Is he one of the cousins you jack off with?"

Bret didn't skip a beat, "Yea, he's cool. Me and him have done some
things that I haven't done with the others, or at least not much. Most of
them are just into jacking off, maybe occasionally something more, but me
and Allen do more because we're into that, and he knows of my
'appreciation of men'."

"And how did I not know this about you?" I said feeling I had kinda
shirked my duties as a friend.

"Probably the same way I didn't know you had a thing for Mr. Jonothan."
he said with a smirk, "Not that I didn't. It all started when I found out
your dad was into guys."

I was stunned! He knew and I didn't? "You have my undivided attention..."

With a knowing grin, Bret told the story, "Well, earlier this year, don't
remember precisely when, but I caught Mr. Jonothan and Allen together.
They didn't know I saw, and still don't I don't think. But Allen was
giving Mr. Jonothan head, at first I thought maybe he was just helping
him out being single and all, but then they switched places, and seemed
to be having a great time, then they went on to say something about how
it was like when they were in college. They ended up fucking, both took
turns, and then your dad left. I was staying with Allen, and we hadn't,
or at least I hadn't, been expecting your dad to come by, but they made
it sound like they did it pretty often, I just happened to there and not
asleep like Allen thought I was, I had been on my way down for a glass of
water. And believe me, I NEEDED it after I saw that!"

I listened in amazement, my cock rigid as I imagined it through Bret's
eyes, "Why didn't you say anything?"

Bret was thoughtful for a moment before he answered, "Well, it wasn't
THAT long ago, and I just didn't know the way to tell you, I mean, I
didn't know how you'd take it, ya know?"

I understood, and was just happy I knew now. I was interrupted from my
thoughts when Bret poked me,

"Hey, the ladies left the pool and no one else is around, and all this
talk has gotten me horny as hell! And you look pretty needy too, wanna
fix it?

The look on my face was enough to answer his question, and we took a
final check see for other people, then lowered our trunks over our
hardened boners. Even hard, Bret had a fair amount of overhang, not a
huge amount though. It was then that I posed my first risky question,

"Have you ever docked anyone with that thing?" I said, my eyes attached
to his cock.

He looked down as if to examine himself before answering, "Yea, and I've
always wondered if you would, being cut and all...would ya?" He asked
with a sheepish kinda look.

A big grin grew on his face as I got up and moved closer to where he sat
and got in front of him. He skinned his cock back then told me to stand
between his legs. I moved up, then he put his hands on my naked hips and
said, "Closer..." as he pulled me up close to him. He then took his cock
and held it out towards me as I placed my cockhead against his and he
began to roll his skin over. It felt like electricity as our bodies were
semi 'connected' like this, and he began massaging my cockhead with his
skin, his dick juice leaking out around the edges making his skin seem to
bond with mine.

I sighed as he continued his massage, his cock was not all the way hard
due to him holding it at the base tight, making more skin to play with.

"Dude, your kinda purple." I managed to say in a quiet rasp.

He release his cock and it grew in a matter of seconds, but there was
still enough skin to cover most of my head. I then withdrew, watching as
a slimy string of pre connected my cock to his like a drooping bridge. I
noticed that Bret's breathing was kinda short and shaky as he watched our
cocks, then I decided to go further,

"Hey Bret?" he looked up at me, "Would you let me suck it?"

Bret's face lightened and warmed my heart even more when he said,

"Yea! Whatever you want bud I'm up for it! I always have been, just
didn't know if I could..." and he was cut off by a kiss that was just as
unplanned by me as it was unexpected for him. I got chills, even in the
hot tub, as his tongue began to slowly and lightly flick at mine, then
entered my mouth so I could suck on it gently, our hands finding each
others shoulders, necks and heads irresistible. I then broke our kiss and
kissed his broad chest as I let my mouth meander down his torso, then his
treasure trail and finally, his handsome cock. Bret gulped audibly as I
took hold of him at the base and lifted his dick to my lips. The breath
caught in his chest as I lightly kissed his cock all over, licking and
kissing his balls too before taking his foreskin in my mouth and running
my tongue inside it to taste his accumulation of precum, then applying
suction to drain the reservoir that had collected. I glanced up without
taking my mouth off his cock, and couldn't see Bret's head as it had
fallen back against his shoulders as he reclined back on his hands. I
bobbed up and down, feeling his skin move over his cock as I gripped it
in my lips, pulling at it, then pushing it back down again with tightened
lips to feel his exposed head brush my tongue and eagerly poke at my
throat.

Within a few minutes, Bret tried to warn me he was cumming, but I wanted
every bit of him, knowing he was safe and all anyway.

"Awww man, uhhhmmmmfixin to shooot...arrrggghh!"

That was music to my ears and I sucked harder until he pushed my head
down, to keep me still, and his cock moved all on its own, forcing out
several globs of cum that filled my already full mouth to the brim, and I
swallowed as fast as I could. Bret's repeated sighs and moans were
sending vibrations to my own cock, I was almost ready to explode as it
was! I gingerly slid off his sensitive member and pulled the skin back
over the head, making his cock jump again. Bret's frame slumped over so
he lay on his back, deflating boner laying across his thigh. I looked
down at him and thought it was the most wonderful and handsome and
beautiful thing I'd ever seen! I realized I would do anything in the
world for him if he asked, he had me on his finger and probably didn't
even know it.

He raised up after a minute and said, "Now, I get to suck you too."

"Oh I guess..." I jested as he got the spark back into his previously
glazed looking eyes. I stood there and trembled as his hands ran over my
butt and hips then inner thighs before finally reaching my hardness,

"Just so you know, I'm gonna blow really soon after you start."

He looked up at me for a second before saying, "Yea, you took my load
dude." A strange smile on his face that was friendly, but kinda weird
too.

"That okay?"

"Oh, yea, it's great. What I wanted, just didn't figure you would."

I bent down and kissed the tip of his nose and told him how I felt about
him, and he hugged me in a bear hug that would kill a horse! Then he took
my cock in his mouth and began sucking on me at a very slow snail pace,
going all the way to the base, deep throating it, then slowly sliding his
way back up, taking probably around ten seconds to get from one end to
the other. IT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY! When I said I was about to blow, he
stopped and just stared at it, watching it jerk up and down on its own,
dripping grayish watery fluid out which he dabbed away with his tongue
before going down and coming back up with no suction at all, just letting
his lips lightly hug me all the way up to the head, then used his tongue
before sliding back down.

I unintentionally groaned loudly beside myself as I felt like I was
hosing his mouth down with my load! I know I couldn't have possibly shot
as much as it felt like cause it felt like I was cumming a gallon! When
he had sucked me completely dry, at least of the time being, I slid
limply into the hot water, and was joined by Bret's naked body next to me
with his arm around my shoulder. I felt like a new person!