Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2016 11:34:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Push

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*****

I swear I felt it. Felt him. It made me pause, put me off my game.

"C'mon, buddy, I know you can do it," he said, mouth nearly at my
ear. "Five more reps. C'mon. Push."

He stepped in even closer behind me, put his hands on my bulging lats, and
I could smell him all around me. His scent, the faint last traces of his
aftershave, just him. I felt myself tremble a little, whether from the
strain of the heavy bar across my shoulders or what, I don't know. When I
felt him press into me, up against the big, straining muscles of my
ass... the unmistakable feeling of a big, solid cock laid up against the
cleft of it... I nearly dropped everything.

"It's OK," I grunted through gritted teeth. "You don't have to..."

"Shhh, buddy," he half-murmured into my ear, right into the core of my
brain, felt like. Pressed in even closer, up against my body more fully
now. "Just push, son."

And I did. I thought I'd hit the plateau, thought I might have to give up
on this last set. But he wouldn't let me. He knew I had it in me, and like
so many things, he was right. I found it inside me, really deep within, and
I gutted it out.

Each time I came down on the squat, he moved with me, my ass flexing and
pressing back into him. I desperately wanted him to go away, to step back,
anything to stop driving me so nuts. Because the more I squatted, the
closer he got, and the harder he felt, growing big and thick against the
powerful muscles of my ass. But he wouldn't pull away. Just looked past my
shoulder to the mirror wall across from us, and met my eyes. Fed me his
strength, even as he was making me so weak inside. They stayed locked,
staring at each other in our reflection, and I lost track of everything
else. Just his deep blue eyes, the feel of him pressed so close against me,
his breath on my neck and ear, his big hands on my lats. So close to me.

Before I knew it, the last set was done, and he was helping me rack the
bar. His big hands squeezed my lats, ran lightly up and down them a little,
and when I looked at myself in the mirror - tank top plastered to my big
chest with sweat, my face flushed, my body so fucking pumped - I saw that I
was hard. Real hard. Throwing a big, obvious tent in my sweaty shorts. I
blushed, almost cringed, but he just squeezed my sides with those big hands
of his, kept his eyes on mine in the mirror, and leaned in to talk to me in
that deep, low, entrancing voice he had.

"Good boy," he said, and this time my shiver was all down to him. "Good
work, son. Let's go hit the showers, buddy."

I felt his breath gust across the sweat of my neck and shivered again, and
I could've sworn I felt the ghost of his lips brushing right there. Right
on that spot behind my ear that l'd just lately learned drove me a little
nuts.

It's a good thing the gym was deserted at this late hour. Just us and some
bored girl playing with her phone at the reception desk. Because the way he
laid his beefy forearm across my shoulders and walked me close to him could
have been mistaken for something real intimate. Not just a father and son
working out together late at night, but something else
altogether. Especially the way I was bulging my shorts. Especially the way
he was too.

"You're gonna be a total beast this season, buddy," he was saying. "Gonna
dominate the field. Send you back to school all bulked-up, make your Coach
as proud of ya as I am, kid. Show him how serious you are."

"Yessir," I nodded, because I couldn't think of anything else, just the
sound of his deep voice, the scent of his sweaty musk, the feel of that
thick, hairy forearm around my neck, the proud tent of his cock in his
shorts. He was making no effort to hide it from me. I had no idea what was
going on. I just surrendered to his lead, and let him take me there,
wherever it was.

I was ready for anything tonight.

The locker room was totally deserted, nothing but that funky tang in the
air, traces of steam from the shower the last other patron had taken maybe
twenty minutes ago. Right as we were lining up at the squat rack. Our
lockers were side by side at the end of the row, but Dad made no move to
open his up. He just set down his water bottle and looked at me squarely, a
suggestion of a smile on his rugged, handsome face.

"Real damn proud of you, son," he rumbled. I smiled, embarrassed but proud
too, nodded. "Always have been... but especially now that you're a man. See
a lot of myself in you."

My horny, dirty brain took his words, thought of the feel of that big cock
bulge against my ass a few minutes ago, and I blushed even deeper as I
ducked my head to look away from the intensity of his gaze. The fullness of
his lips, the silvery-blond scruff of three-day beard on his rugged mug. A
vision of myself in twenty-five years, or so I hoped.

"Look at me, buddy," he said, deep and gentle but firm, too, as he tucked
his thick fingers under my chin and lifted my head to meet his powerful
gaze again. I swallowed hard, felt my cock throb even harder.

"You're a lot like me... but you're your own man now, too. Old enough to
find your way, on your own terms. To go after what you want. And there's no
need to hide who you are from me."

I was sweating now, face flushed, heart racing. He couldn't know... how
could he know...

"I see it, son," he said, simply, like he was reading my mind. "I ain't
blind. Seen the way you look at me, have done for years. I know you're
afraid of... who you are. But I'm telling you, man to man - you don't have
to be, son. Not with me."

And then he leaned in and kissed me, and I could have died. Just his lips
on mine, firm and soft at the same time, almost caressing mine with a
gentleness totally at odds with his big, burly frame, his powerful muscles,
his rugged nature. I whimpered a little, and when my lips parted - to
breathe, to speak, I don't know what - I felt the moist muscle of his
tongue first flick them, then ease inside me, as he let out a little deep
growl himself. His big hand slipped down to cup my ass, squeezing the
soreness of the muscle in a way that hurt so damn good, and pulled me into
him a little more, until our hard cock bulges pressed together, bringing an
even deeper grunt from him, from us both.

I have no idea how long he felt me up and explored my mouth like that, but
I could've done it forever. Could've cum in my jock, too. But I guess he
knew better, because he slowly extracted his big, agile tongue from my
mouth, grinned and pawed the back of my blond, buzzcut head proudly.

"Let's get that shower, kid," he said, stepping back to shuck his shorts,
finally showing me the thick, hard tent in his sweaty jock. I felt my mouth
water again as I stared at it.

He saw me looking, grinned some more, and hooked the waistband of it under
his balls, and there he was. Not a long dick, but a fucking thick one,
girthy and powerful, perfectly matched to the rest of his big, thick
frame. Unlike me, he was uncut, and his skin had retracted under the big,
broad helmet of his head, leaving it shiny and a little slick. He slowly
tugged his shirt up his big, brawny chest, giving me plenty of time to
scope him out - his powerful muscles, the fine dusting of blond hair
starting to turn a little silver all over his big body, but mainly that
powerful cock of his, arcing up and to the left just like mine did.

Guess I got a little in the zone there, because I heard him clear his
throat, and then his thick fingers tugged on the bottom of my shirt.

"Plenty of time to look, son," he said. "C'mon, your turn to show me now."

I blushed, but smiled too, feeling incredibly manly right now as I tugged
my tank top off, letting Dad see my own big, powerful young muscles. Just a
little hair between my pecs, blond like his, but I was proud of it. He
folded his arms and watched me, his big cock still pointing out in the
musky air, as I dropped my shorts and showed him how hard my own jock was
tented. And then, sucking in a breath, I hooked it down my big legs, slowly
revealing my big young dick, harder and more upright than his, but almost
as thick.

"Nice, kid," he rumbled, reaching behind my neck to pull me in for another
kiss, and when his throbbing hard cock touched my sweaty skin, I moaned
into the depths of his mouth, feeling my own cock throbbing dangerously
close to the redline. Again, it's like he sensed my closeness to the edge,
and so he pulled away from me with another deep smile, and with his hand
still on the back of my neck, guided me into the showers.

I let the big man walk me where he wanted us to go. He moved us into one of
the semi-private shower stalls together. It was a little bit of a squeeze
for two big guys, but that just forced us to be close, and neither of us
seemed to mind that at all, as the warm water started to rain down on us,
and he pulled me back into his big arms for a real toe-curling kiss. All
the while, his big paws roamed over my big young muscles, soothing and
stroking and exploring, seamlessly reaching to the dispenser for handfuls
of shower gel and gliding it over my skin. It was all I could do not to
scream with pleasure, but his thick tongue helped with that, lodged deep in
my mouth as it found and explored mine, like his hands were doing to my
muscle-packed football-player frame.

"You can touch me too, kid," he murmured against my lips. "I know you want
to. And I want you to."

I didn't even realize I'd been standing there, hands at my sides or
clutching his thick-muscled forearms, letting him manhandle me. So slowly,
a little tentative, I started to do what I'd been jacking my big young dick
imagining since I was 14 or so - I started to explore my Dad's big,
powerfully muscled ex-ballplayer body.

I guess time passed - I didn't know, I was happily lost. Lost in the thick
bulges and plates of muscle, packed beneath layers of almost supple, mature
beef, overlaid with fine hair, and at the center of it all, that chunky
man's cock, the one he'd made me with, throbbing warm and potent against my
wet young skin. Then he raised his arm, running his soapy hand up into the
bristles of my hair, exposing the damp muskiness of his pit, and on
instinct, I dove in, sinking my face into the humid, sweaty warmth of it,
moaning happily as I sniffed and licked and swallowed.

"Oh shit... damn, buddy," he growled, cupping my head deeper, sliding his
hand down to cup the freshly-pumped muscle of my ass, pulling my achingly
hard cock against his big, muscular thigh. My body took over, and I started
humping against him, sliding through the slick suds on his big quad.

"Yeah, son, go deep on your Dad, big boy," he growled in my ear, squeezing
the flexing muscle of my ass tighter, pulling me harder against his thigh,
and all the soap and his words and the tastes and the intense feelings
coursing through me were all too much. I half-wailed, half-moaned into the
depths of his hips, and felt my hot young cum boiling up my shaft, spraying
out all over the slick, soapy hardness of his thick thigh, as he grunted
his approval and squeezed my ass even more deeply, making it hurt so good
again as he kneaded the swollen muscle.

I almost couldn't look at him, overtaken by a sudden wave of shame - I'd
just cum all over my own Dad, like an out-of-control kid. My idol. The man
who'd made me, raised me, and helped build me up into what I was - who I
was now. But he tucked his fingers under my chin and tilted it up again,
and he was smiling, and so fuckin' handsome in that moment.

"That was fuckin' beautiful, baby boy," he said all deep and husky, then
slid his tongue into my mouth again. I could feel him slowly thrusting his
own cock against my muscles again, and I cupped his big, powerful ass with
both hands like he'd done to me... and then squeezed to stop him.

He had a question in his eyes as I separated my mouth from his and slowly
slid down to my knees in the awkward space of the shower stall. And then he
got it, and it almost looked like he was going to protest - almost. But
then I had his powerful, son-making cock in my hand, staring at it
reverently, before running my tongue up the underside of it, making him
growl and gently but firmly clutch my head between his paws.

I didn't need to be guided through this. Didn't need the push. I could
handle this part on my own, had been doing it since I was a high school
junior blowing the backup QB, and I'd gotten pretty good at it, especially
in my freshman year at State. I could tell he appreciated it, how well I
handled his thickness. It was a test, but I was game for it, and I showed
him, looking up at him with hungry eyes as my lips and tongue worked their
way down his shaft. I couldn't quite deep-throat him - that was gonna take
some time and practice. I hoped to get more opportunities to work on him
before summer was over.

Even if I couldn't take him all the way, I knew I was doing him right,
feeling the quiver in his steely thighs and glutes as my hands explored
them, as they ran up his thick midsection and up to tweak his stiff nips,
squeezing his powerful pectoral shelf. I wanted as much of him as I could
get, and when my hand slid down to cup his big balls, letting my middle
finger stroke along the seam of his taint, tickling him lightly there, he
clutched my head tighter, his moans dropping deeper, and I knew I was gonna
get all of him.

"Jesus... fuckin'... fuck!" he growled, echoing off the tile, and I felt
his big piece throb in my mouth. I backed off it until just that big salty
head was in, resting on my caressing tongue, and moaned myself as I felt
the thick jets of his potent cum paint the surface of it and the back of my
swallowing throat. I counted eight thick, salty-mineral blasts of it, and I
was still swallowing as he pulled my head off of his cock and up against
his big, heaving body.

Dad's tongue slid back into my mouth, and he grunted at the taste of
himself in there, before plunging his tongue even deeper, working my mouth
over almost frantically as he scooped up as much of his cum as he could
get, before I started to fight back. I wanted to share it with him, and we
worked it back and forth, mixing in with our spit until we both had to
swallow. And then we were both left panting, arms clutching each other
under the spray, big chests heaving as we stared at each other, almost
stunned by it all... and then he smiled, and I started to chuckle, and we
were both rolling with laughter as we hugged tightly.

He let me wash the remains of my cum off him, and we took turns soaping
each other up properly, smiling at each other, something new and different
in the air between us now. A definite ease that hadn't always been there
between us. An understanding of each other as men, not just father and
son. Something much bigger than that. We really shared something now.

We didn't need to speak as we dried off and slipped back into our street
clothes - our smiles and looks said it all. Even more than that, his big
hand on the back of my neck, resting easy and giving me the occasional
squeeze as we shouldered our gym bags and walked out into the hot night air
to his truck. I was thinking about my bed, and his bed, and how to arrange
it so we could share one or the other of them. When we could be together
next. Even though I'd just shot an epic cum, my cock was slowly beginning
to thicken in my boxer briefs all over again.

Again, it was like he could read my mind.

"Good time to go to the gym, huh bud? he said, grinning at me as he drove,
resting his hand on my inner thigh easily. "Nice and quiet. Nobody around
to bother us."

"Sure is," I grinned back. "We should definitely come back every night."

He chuckled and squeezed my thigh. I hesitated a moment, then placed my
hand over his, and smiled even bigger when he laced his fingers between
mine and squeezed.

"Thanks for the push tonight, Dad," I said after a while. "I guess I needed
it."

"We all do sometimes, big guy," he said easily. "We all do. And it's always
worth it, am I right?"

"It sure is, Dad," I smiled, my cock steadily growing as his fingertips
tickled the hairs on my inner thigh, moving a little higher up, pushing the
loose leg of my shorts up as they went. "It sure is."