Story -- Parent's Day

[Bastian]

"...fuck!" was the first thing Alex thought when their eyes finally met. He couldn't believe here was here, like this, exposed...

 

He flashed back to his first image of Mr. Connors -- Seth. He remembered first seeing his kind but sharp jawed and manly face, offset with grey-blue eyes which instantly conveyed a nearly palpable masculine presence. Alex was struck at the pattern of grey in his hair, incongruous with the youthful energy and physique that only health-dedicated, serious, and mature men ever acheived. A casual glance would never reveal Seth as twenty years Alex's senior. He wasn't overly surprised by Seth's body though, after all he was Cindy's father. Cindy. God, he'd nearly blocked her out during the introduction. Alex quickly came to his senses in time to hear, "..you've been wanting to meet. It's not like I'm a Daddy's girl, Lord knows," she grinned, "but I bet once you two start talking you'll be amazed how much we all have in common. Do the 'guy talk' thing, I've got to run into the library and get some research books. We'll meet here in about forty-five, OK?" With that, she was gone, leaving the two men alone on the outside coffee shop deck in front of the University library. At 5'6" she was petite, but nearly perfectly proportioned from years of athletic activity, with naturally thick, blonde hair and jade green eyes, as beautiful and fair as any artist's mermaid. To Alex, the fact that she was no-nonsense, quick witted, and a third year Engineering major was icing on the cake, but he still let out a small sigh as he watched her enter the main building through the glass doors. He hadn't had his cake iced in weeks, a casualty of her immense workload. Now he sat in his first meeting with her father, drinking afternoon coffee, vaguely aware of his sweating palms.

 

"So, Cin tells me you're studying Africa." The deep bass rumble in Seth's voice seemed too large for cafe talk. "Yes, sir...well actually my Major is Enthnomusicology, but, uh, I'm studying West African ritual and harvest music for a paper." Alex knew the flush in his face was betraying the semi-steady tone of his voice, but since both men stood about 6 feet and sat eye to eye, Alex found it impossible to shift his focus to alleviate his nerves. Alex was amazed and slightly intimidated at how similar their bodies looked. Cindy hadn't prepped him too well for that part. He mentally told himself not to sweat it, as he had done a pretty good job on his own body with all those years of soccer and later hitting the weights, and even though he hadn't gone out for any sports, he was certainly as fit and conscientious of his training as a college athlete. His own dark skin and hair contrasted sharply with the Connors families' healthy but fair complexions. "Musician? No wonder Cin kept your specific Major so vague in our conversations." Alex was sure he could see a cloud pass over the man's eyes. "So deep," Alex thought, "those eyes... so reassuring, even like this...they're like an answer to a question I haven't even asked..." Alex blinked sharply. "I certainly hope you're not planning on being supported by my daughter. There are certain things I want for her that only a real man can provide, not some kid who keeps re-living the year he was in a band in high school." Now Alex was sure they were overcast. "No, sir, definitely not! I'm planning on getting my doctorate and teaching." Alex prayed the tightening in his chest or the nearly escaped wince he had felt went unnoticed. Money HAD been pretty tight lately. He had to reduce his number of hours at work owing to this semester's course load, and had been leaning heavier than usual on his credit. He had been expecting this turn in conversation though. "Sir, I carry a full course load and I'm working 30 plus hours a week assistant managing the student gym. I was doing all that before I met Cindy, too. My career is right on track. Don't worry, I may be a starving artist, but I'm not exactly starving," he said, hoping his play at humor had an effect. Hopefully the effect would be to change the subject. It seemed to work. "The gym, huh son?" The light seemed to return to Seth's face. He finally shifted his gaze, obviously taking inventory of the younger man's development and skill level. "I can see you've logged a couple hours as a patron. Tell you what, you can show me your training skills tonight, today being leg day and I haven't missed a workout since I've been divorced." Finally able to let his gaze fall too, Alex had no problem believing the claim. "I won't be in town long enough to warrant searching for a partner, and it will give us a chance to get to know each other." A medium sized lump formed in Alex's throat. Another meeting? Preparing for this one was tough enough, but having to be 'on' again in less than twenty-four hours? It took too long for a reasonable excuse to come into Alex's consciousness, because almost before the proposal had registered, Cindy's father, the near glowing man whom she said "enjoys being impressed" and was now sitting across from him had said, "Great, see you around closing, I'll get the directions from Cin," shook his hand, and disappeared into the library.

 

Seth was circling Alex on a blue wrestling mat, sweating, both clad in white jockstraps. Alex dove for his opponents legs, and was flattened by Seth's defensive sprawl. Swiftly, he was put into a wrestling cradle, Seth's strong arms under one leg and around his neck, body elevated along the length of his adversary. Alex could feel the heat from the chest and torso supporting him, and without meaning to relaxed his body into the embrace. He could feel hard flesh and the cool mat behind him, and the rough material of the jock becoming more pronounced. He imagined the pouch, stretching, wet with sweat, the straps being tugged by the mounting pressure. He had an urge to put his face near the straps that lead to such a package, to open his mouth, to use his tongue to taste the man whose strength held him so completely...

 

"YO DUDE!!" Alex snapped his head from his desk, startled to see his roommate Tony staring down at him. Tony was often the last to leave the gym, so his presence was not unexpected, but at eight inches shorter than Alex, having to look UP into his olive face and compact body was at least not usual. Especially after the dream Alex was having. Even the shadow Tony threw was solid, which wasn't helping the after effects of Alex's reverie. "Dude, you need to get up, your girl's old man will be here any minute, and do you want him to see how much of a slacker you really are?" Tony pronounced it 'suh-lacker' for extra emphasis, and was right of course. Late night at the Student Union was boring at best, and Alex had been feeling his sleep deprivation more acutely. "Don't worry, I won't tell him you're scum. I have an interest in getting the apartment. But you'd better put that thing away, or he's gonna think you're like long dark trenchcoat in the park material, and where does that leave my ideas of having a private bachelor pad with remote control beer tap? But day-um you're thick over whatever personal porno you were playing in there." Alex looked down. His cock was rock hard against his leg, a faint pulse visible through his shorts. He was silent, dazed that all it took to start having those kinds of dreams again was to go without release from Cindy for less than two weeks. "It's like, serious cold shower time, man. You only got a couple minutes and I got to go finish this fucking 301 paper, so I can't run interference for you." Tony and he had gone to high school together and hung out for countless teenage hours in class, at the mall, hiking and camping, and as they matured, the weight room and showers. It was far from the first time they'd seen or talked about each others erections. Alex got up and motioned at his softening dick. "No, I knew you were coming and baked you a loaf of banana bread." He cracked a smirk. "Eat up." Tony moved towards the door, gym bag in hand. Alex always wondered how someone so muscular could move so quietly. "Sorry horndog, but I gotta crack 3.8 this semester or it's by-bye auto. And how am I supposed to cruise for pussy from the bus window? Noooo thanks. Later!" Alex thought the shower sounded like a good idea, and hoped it would clear his head. He turned off the weight room lights, went to the locker room, quickly undressed, and turned on a spray at the back of the blue tiled shower room. "Where the fuck did that come from," he thought, "I haven't done shit like that since I was a kid. I thought I was just being hormonal and insane from puberty and normal." He soaped his neck and torso. "Screw that," he said aloud, "I AM normal, just maybe a little backed up in the pipes." He squeezed out some more soap and began to slowly work his cock back up. He didn't want any lingering effects of his dream to interfere with his and Seth's session. He ran soapy fingers along the inside of his thigh, and massaged his full testicles. "Yeah, this is just what I need so I don't embarrass myself," he thought, running his left hand behind him to tease his ass while he began to seriously pump his now full and thick cock. Looking down, he admired his own taut frame, full calves and thighs, all dolphin smooth and as suggestively powerful. Alex let a finger slip into his asshole, and let him self go back to a well worn fantasy he used sometimes even with Cindy, of him rubbing his thighs and ass over a hot hard body,a brushing softness on his nutsac, wetness on his nipples, and all over his body a tingling for release, the enveloping feeling of the warm beating shower intensifying his lust, of his cock in a red hot cavern, joined, pounding with the animal rush of the act, taken, being taken, headlong into the diamond point of ecstasy, ready to blast from the "...fuck!" was the first thing Alex thought when he met Seth's eyes. He was smiling bemusedly in the shower entrance, naked except for a white towel over his left shoulder, and in a white but well used jock.

 

To be continued...

[Guest NakedTony]

>To be continued...

 

[h1] Why? [/h1][/font color]

[Bastian]

RE: Story -- Parent's Day, Pt. 2

 

"Hey son," Seth's booming bass voice reverberated against the blue tiled walls, "Don't you think you should save some of your juices for the workout?" Seth began walking across the shower room. "I used to take care of myself that way first too, but at this age I want every shot to count, so to speak. But maybe a quick rinse off will feel good."

 

"H-hi Mr. -, I mean Seth, I mean sir, I was, well, I guess you know," Alex fumbled trying to hide his embarrassment, not to mention ample erection. He felt as if he'd just jumped into a pool of ice water, and that sinking elevator feeling in the pit of his stomach was only showing signs of getting stronger. How long had he been standing there? "Yes, well, I was here late and just woke up --" Alex caught himself from going too far into THAT -- "and one thing led to another..."

 

"Like I said, nothing I haven't done, and I've been doing it longer than you." All of Alex's will was focused on the Herculean task of simply not having a thick boner in front of his girlfriend's father. He was failing. However, he was starting to feel relieved and slightly envious at Seth's obvious ease with the situation. "Maybe after I get some iron work in I'll take care of this little problem before I head back to the hotel." Seth's large and lightly furred right hand cupped his jock pouch, while the other adjusted Alex's shower spray to hit his chest. Alex was transfixed by what he saw, wet whorls of hair, barely visible dry, began to darken and drip on seth's well defined chest and stomach. The feeling of envy grew, and also something that was obvious to other parts of him began to slowly bubble to the surface of his mind. He hadn't been this close to another guy while aroused, unless you counted drunken late night jack off sessions on camping trips with Tony. Now he was fully sober, overly aroused, and almost cock to cock with a focus of his lust.

 

 

"Damn it all, I'm not going to screw things up because I'm horny," he thought, but as he tried to nod and hurry past Seth he slipped on the soapy tile floor, sending them both hurling backwards against the wall. Luckily Seth was drier and more sure footed, and was able to hold the still soapy Alex until he regained his posture. "Hell, son, I certainly don't want any guy who can't stand up spotting behind me on my squats. You look like you need some incentive to stay focused." Turning Alex around into the running water, he began rinsing the soap from Alex's body, working his way down his back, under and down the length of his arms, over his solid and full ass and legs. Alex was stunned into inaction. He was embarrassed beyond his belief, grateful for the human contact, and lost in the feeling of his cock bobbing in front of him as he received the washdown. He could feel every forearm hair brush his back, Seth's unexpectedly soft hands running over his shoulders to his lower back, and occasionally feel the material of the jockstrap brush against his ass cheeks.

 

"Mr. Co-- uh, sir, I don't think...I mean, this is --" Alex's voice suddenly sounded small in the cavernous room. He wanted nothing more than for this ordeal of temptation to be over. "You see, I can't..." He had never thought of himself as hung up or intolerant, but this was too much for his pent up sex drive to bear.

 

Suddenly Seth's body was close against Alex, their combined heat greater than the shower temperature. Seth leaned forward and whispered in Alex's ear. "Don't worry about this, it's a little thing. Look, I know what your situation is, I know how distant my daughter can be when she's focused, she takes after her mother. I know that you're in a bind with money now too, she's more of a daddy's girl than she admits and tells me everything. I was going to pay you for a training session to help you two out, but you're in no shape right now to train anyone." Seth reached in front of Alex and put a large hand on his stomach. "This is an easy way for you to double your money, as I figure you'll be doing twice the service." Seth's hand was now wrapped around the thick base of Alex's cock. Alex was certain he heard something about money and doubles, but it was drowned by his own groan and the rush of water past his ears. Alex could feel the enveloping warmth of the man behind him, and relaxed into his grip. His cock pulsed in Seth's hand, responding to the gentle squeezing. Through a haze of lust filled senses, Alex was vaguely aware of the soapy hardness that began, so gently, to rock back and forth along his ass. A hand, seeming to come out of the shower mist, began to play with Alex's soft sensitive nipples, making them stand out hard, droplets of water clinging and falling from them with his movements. Sensing his own urgency, Alex began to slide himself in and out of the soft palm gripping his shaft. Seth put his forehead on Alex's shoulder, and massaged the head of the younger stud's cock with the slightest movement of his fingers, causing Alex to flex and stretch his defined torso in a plea for more contact. He put his hands against the shower wall and began to thrust rhythmically back and forth, building the pleasure and friction at his front and back to new levels. Seth finally could take no more himself and grabbed Alex's hip, beginning to hump his soapy ass cheeks faster. It all was too much; the steamy shower, soft touch massaging his now thickly veined cock, the heat on his back and sliding hardness at his ass, coupled with the echoing slapping of a man taking, being taken, over and over, that Alex's head snapped back on his shower buddy's shoulder, a piercing yelp followed by thick white spurts of cum splattering chest high on the blue tiled wall, ropy trails connecting each volley briefly until they broke, one after another sliding to the floor, the last shooting directly down, landing on Seth's feet, a tribute to the one who had taken, given directly back. Seth roar was muted; the deep rich bass rumbling through clenched teeth, hot points of cum dotting the college man's back and ass. They fell together against the wall, panting slightly, the liquid bond between them seeming to lash below the skin in more fraternal, animal ways.

 

"Thank you," they breathed at the same time. Alex turned around to meet Seth's gaze. They finished the shower almost nose to nose, and dressed nearly silently.

 

Alex sat dazed on the steps of his apartment complex. What had he done? Seth and he had parted with the same level of connection and sentiment that Alex usually reserved for old friends. As he reached into his bag for his house key, he found an envelope that wasn't there before. He opened it. Inside a note read:

 

Alex, I hope you understand why I suggested you return home, you seemed spent after our first workout, and I had already spent an hour in the hotel gym. Treat my daughter well, don't spend this all on CD's. See you at our house for Thanksgiving.

 

Seth

 

Alex thumbed the five fifty dollar bills inside the envelope, then he returned it to his backpack. He thought of grey-blue eyes, smiled, and opened his door.

[Bastian]

>>To be continued...

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>[h1] Why? [/h1][/font color]

 

If that's 'why is the story TBC', well, frankly I had to eat desparately.

 

If that's 'why did you write such and inane piece of gar-bahge and plop it on the net where people may actually be subjected to it', just beacause I'm trying to fit in a bit here (big problem) (next post)and have some pertinence or entertainment value or worthwhile to my contributions. Posting isn't very easy for me.

If anyone has some criticism, let me have it. I'd rather participate here in some small novelty fashion than just dry up and disappear like some I've watched. Thanks.

 

Bastian

(next story coming soon)

[Bilbo]

I am enjoying the story. Looking forward to the next part when I have time.

At first I had wondered if you had meant for the to be one of those stories where each person who wants to contributes a chapter and forwards the story, and everyone's chapter has to make sense with all of the chapters ahead of it, etc. And now that I know that this isn't one of those, I will enjoy it on its own merits, But wouldn't it be nice if someone started one like that, too?