Gym Buddies, Part 2

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Gym Buddies, Chapter 2

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After watching the football game with Dylan and Jordan, I didn't hear from them. I figured that hooking up with Dylan was probably a one time thing brought about by too much alcohol. If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn’t have done, and from what I'd gathered, Dylan was relaxed about the casual sex thing. Still, there was something about the guy that I couldn't get out of my mind. Every time I went to the gym I hoped to see him there, but almost a week passed before I saw the guys again.

One afternoon I walked into the gym and saw Jordan standing behind a bench while Dylan lifted. I jumped onto the treadmill to warm up and watched as Dylan packed up his stuff. We crossed paths as I walked to the locker room, and Dylan winked at me.

The wink and smile were more than I could handle, and my dick got hard instantly. I now routinely packed a pair of tight compression shorts and I slipped them on to hide my bulge. When I walked into the weight-room, Jordan was still working out. He was deep into his routine, chest it looked like, but when I started to use the leg press, Jordan asked if he could cut in.

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 5

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 5

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About a month after Sean's conversion into my sex toy, I sat once again in the living-room brooding because he hadn't come home. I'd gotten more lenient about his curfew over the last few weeks. As he'd become more responsible and accustomed to being told what to do, I had started to give him more freedom. Today, he'd told me he would be home by midnight. Now it was two in the morning and he still wasn't here. He hadn't texted me, and he hadn't responded to any of my texts.

As I felt my anger grow, headlights played across the front windows. A few moments later, Sean walked into the house.

"Hey pops," he said with a smile. His hair was messed up and his shirt was badly buttoned. "Sorry, my phone died."

"Where were you?" I asked sternly.

"I told you, Sam had a party. He didn't want me to leave." He flashed me a crooked grin, almost like he was showing off. He'd sucked Sam's dick, and he was proud of it.

"No excuse." I growled.

"Yeah," he said, flashing his smile again, "You gonna punish me?"

"Damn right I am."

Gym Buddies, Part 1

Here's something new. More Teaching My Son a Lesson later this week.

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Gym Buddies, Part 1
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I'm pretty sure that I fell in love with Dylan and Jordan  the first time I met them. I was new to town and worked out at a small, local gym. It lacked the  amenities of the big corporate gyms, but the clientele was a good mix of guys and everyone was friendly.  At 28 years old, I no longer loved working out with guys who were ten years younger than me and twice as strong, and most afternoons, I found myself lifting with retirees, cops, and firefighters.

Dylan and Jordan were neither. Both were in their early twenties and students at the local university. While it cost them more to work out off campus, our gym wasn't nearly as crowded . There were a few other guys around the same age, but they definitely not the norm.

From the moment I first started working out with them, I used every opportunity I could find to check them out. They were both beautiful men.  Dylan was huge, around six foot two or three with a thick chest, narrow waist, and huge legs. His face was clean shaven and he wore a ball-cap almost all of the time. He liked to wear sleeveless shirts that showed off his arms and chest, both of which were tanned a light golden brown. Jordan was around 5'11", but looked tiny next to Dylan. He had longish light brown hair that he carefully styled. In between sets he played with it, messing it up a little while he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a smaller frame that was bulky with muscles. He was built like a superhero, balanced but with a lot of mass on top and not much below.

I was kind of lecherous when these guys were around. Young, built, and seemingly straight they were both out of my league. That didn't stop me from gazing at them and replenishing my spank bank with images of their bodies. Everyday, religiously, they worked out together, and I quickly shifted my schedule to match theirs. If they had noticed me staring, they didn't seem to care, and after a week, we were nodding at each other when we passed in the locker room.