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Gym Buddies, Chapter 4
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Last time: During a sexual encounter with Dylan, he topped me for the first time and claimed me as his own. Jordan, who I had blown once at the gym, has been out of the picture ever since.
That night, Dylan and I went from being two guys who had hooked up a few times to full on, though unofficial, boyfriends, and he was unlike anyone I had ever been with before.
On the one hand, Dylan was possessive. He wanted me to be with him when he wasn't at work or in school, and he wanted me to be next to him when we were hanging out. His hands were always on my shoulder, my back, grabbing at my ass, and he was constantly trying to kiss me. When we were in public, it was a little embarrassing. At the same time, it got me hot every single time. When he slipped his hand into my pants as we walked down the street, it put me in the mood for more, and he was always demanding about sex. If he wanted a blow-job and I didn't pick up on his signals, he would grab my neck and pull my head into his junk.
At the same time, despite his possessiveness, his aggression, and his constant cockiness, he was the most loving and romantic guy I'd ever dated. He was affectionate, caring, and, well, into me. Things got serious fast, and I soon realized I was ignoring the rest of my life.
I ran into Jordan at the gym after about two weeks of being holed up in either my bedroom or Dylan's. He grabbed my neck and rubbed my hair before saying, "Looks like Dylan finally got sick of you."
Friday, June 23, 2017
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Gym Buddies, Part 3
Sorry I forgot to get this one up on the blog. Hopefully it will fill in the gap before part 4.
Charlie
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Gym Buddies, Chapter 3
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After the encounter with Jordan, I found myself sitting in the sauna, sweat pouring down my body, staring at a text from Dylan. I told him I could get together later that night and then went back to my house. I showered the cum off of my face and started to wonder what was happening to my life. In that moment, it didn’t feel like I was living out every gay guy's fantasy. It felt like I had gone off the rails completely. I'd hooked up with two guys, neither of whom seemed to treat me with respect. They used me and then dumped me until they needed me again. I couldn't tell if befriending me and inviting me over had been some kind of stunt or if they really liked hanging around. At 30, it felt like a strange position to be in.
It turned out that Dylan wanted to go to the movies. It seemed like a pretty simple request, and I remembered what Jordan had said about Dylan being into me. Despite the shame I felt about hooking up with Jordan, I still had a thing for Dylan. I told him I was game, and he offered to pick me up.
It was probably the first time I'd ever been picked up by a guy. When he arrived he was driving an older Jeep, and I crawled in. He grabbed my thigh right way and then leaned over to kiss me. The kiss was quick and tentative, almost like nothing had happened between us. "Glad you came." he said.
I didn't know what was going on. This was clearly wasn't a booty call. It felt more like a date.
We got to the theater and Dylan paid for both of us. Then he led me up to two seats way in the back. The movie had been out for about a month, and the theater was mostly deserted. There were a couple of couples in the first few rows, but no one within ten feet of us. As soon as we sat down Dylan put his arm around me and pulled me into him. It was a bold move, maybe too aggressive for a first date, but I welcomed it. It had only been a week, and I already felt like Dylan owned me.
Charlie
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Gym Buddies, Chapter 3
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
cceroticstories.blogspot.com
charliessmut.tumblr.com
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After the encounter with Jordan, I found myself sitting in the sauna, sweat pouring down my body, staring at a text from Dylan. I told him I could get together later that night and then went back to my house. I showered the cum off of my face and started to wonder what was happening to my life. In that moment, it didn’t feel like I was living out every gay guy's fantasy. It felt like I had gone off the rails completely. I'd hooked up with two guys, neither of whom seemed to treat me with respect. They used me and then dumped me until they needed me again. I couldn't tell if befriending me and inviting me over had been some kind of stunt or if they really liked hanging around. At 30, it felt like a strange position to be in.
It turned out that Dylan wanted to go to the movies. It seemed like a pretty simple request, and I remembered what Jordan had said about Dylan being into me. Despite the shame I felt about hooking up with Jordan, I still had a thing for Dylan. I told him I was game, and he offered to pick me up.
It was probably the first time I'd ever been picked up by a guy. When he arrived he was driving an older Jeep, and I crawled in. He grabbed my thigh right way and then leaned over to kiss me. The kiss was quick and tentative, almost like nothing had happened between us. "Glad you came." he said.
I didn't know what was going on. This was clearly wasn't a booty call. It felt more like a date.
We got to the theater and Dylan paid for both of us. Then he led me up to two seats way in the back. The movie had been out for about a month, and the theater was mostly deserted. There were a couple of couples in the first few rows, but no one within ten feet of us. As soon as we sat down Dylan put his arm around me and pulled me into him. It was a bold move, maybe too aggressive for a first date, but I welcomed it. It had only been a week, and I already felt like Dylan owned me.
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 7
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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 7
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Sean's obsession with Chaz only increased over the next week. The two guys continued to hook up almost every day after school and Sean was still sucking off Sam during the school day. Chaz reminded Sean frequently that he had no desire for a boyfriend, and Sean seemed ok with that at first. He was happy to play around with a hot guy, and Chaz actually played with him back. Sean was now getting his dick sucked pretty regularly, and, as long as he behaved at home, I was ok with that.
The one thing that I absolutely did not allow was for Sean to fuck Chaz. I reminded him every night as I drilled him that his dick wasn't made for fucking. I whispered it in his ear as I drove my load home, letting him know that his body exists to help men get off. No matter how much Chaz wanted it, Sean was absolutely forbidden from giving it to him.
Chaz wanted it, but it was pretty clear that he didn't want it from Sean. During almost every encounter Chaz had with my son, he talked about me, dropping hints that he thought I was sexy. Sean played into the comments and talked me up. Finally, I told Sean that he should ask Chaz over after school. A few days later, Chaz was sitting at our kitchen table. Sean was “running late,” and I was alone with Chaz.
With young guys, I have a strategy. They want you to seem mature, to be a daddy type, but also want you to be sexy. I put on some hot gear that really hugged my ass and showed off my thick, hairy legs, and an expensive white t shirt. In the mirror, I thought I looked pretty sexy. I looked my age, but fit and well put together.
Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 7
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
cceroticstories.blogspot.com
charliessmut.tumblr.com
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Sean's obsession with Chaz only increased over the next week. The two guys continued to hook up almost every day after school and Sean was still sucking off Sam during the school day. Chaz reminded Sean frequently that he had no desire for a boyfriend, and Sean seemed ok with that at first. He was happy to play around with a hot guy, and Chaz actually played with him back. Sean was now getting his dick sucked pretty regularly, and, as long as he behaved at home, I was ok with that.
The one thing that I absolutely did not allow was for Sean to fuck Chaz. I reminded him every night as I drilled him that his dick wasn't made for fucking. I whispered it in his ear as I drove my load home, letting him know that his body exists to help men get off. No matter how much Chaz wanted it, Sean was absolutely forbidden from giving it to him.
Chaz wanted it, but it was pretty clear that he didn't want it from Sean. During almost every encounter Chaz had with my son, he talked about me, dropping hints that he thought I was sexy. Sean played into the comments and talked me up. Finally, I told Sean that he should ask Chaz over after school. A few days later, Chaz was sitting at our kitchen table. Sean was “running late,” and I was alone with Chaz.
With young guys, I have a strategy. They want you to seem mature, to be a daddy type, but also want you to be sexy. I put on some hot gear that really hugged my ass and showed off my thick, hairy legs, and an expensive white t shirt. In the mirror, I thought I looked pretty sexy. I looked my age, but fit and well put together.
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