Daddy Type
 by: BndgDawg

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Chapter 2
{06-2015 to 08-2015}

After everyone had left, I was sitting in the den when I got to thinking about what Darryl said. He did have a point, but how was I going to take care of things?

I grabbed my notebook, pulled up Craigslist and looked at the ads. The ads in casual encounters seemed way too casual, but even the ones in men seeking men weren’t what I was looking for.

I decided to keep trying, so I grabbed my phone, went to the app store, and searched for gay dating. I downloaded an app, created a profile, took some selfies, posted the pics, and then started scrolling through the pics. One thing that was quickly obvious was that the university being a short distance away skewed the average age much younger than I’d have thought.

I’d been flipping through profile pics for about ten minutes when I got my first message. I read it and almost laughed – ‘Fuckin’ hot, Dad!’ I sat there for a moment and thought about it. Who was I to laugh? I’d had a ‘daddy’ thing when I was younger.

I looked at the guy’s profile. He was twenty-one, tall and appeared slender in the first, fully clothed pic. The second picture showed a well-defined chest and abs. The third was a good face shot. He was a freakin’ cutie.

“Thanks, you’re a hottie,” I replied.

We chatted through the app, letting me find out that he lived on campus, knew I was close, wanted to meet up, but didn’t have a car. I wasn’t ready for someone to just show up at my door and kept thinking about meeting. I didn’t want a hook-up, but hey, I had to start somewhere. Finally, I had an idea.

“How about we meet at the campus coffee shop in fifteen minutes.”

“Deal!”

I grabbed my wallet, keys and headed out the door. I parked my car in the visitor’s lot nearest the coffee shop and walked in. From the pictures on the app, I quickly identified him as the hunk at the counter. I ordered my coffee, black, and we found a table.

“Coulter,” I said, extending my hand. “Coulter Bochanan.”

“Rob,” he replied. “Rob Halvorsen. I’m glad you said to meet here, saved me from having to take a Lyft.”

“It was the obvious choice. You’re on campus, have no transportation, and this is convenient.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Hmm… is that the ‘daddy’ thing creeping in or just respectful?

While we sat there, I took in the view. His light brown hair framed his handsome face well. He had it cut short on the sides, maybe a two-guard, but much longer on top, maybe four inches. He realized I was checking him out, but of course he was doing the same.

“What color are your eyes?” I asked. “They look more yellow, gold. There’s something different in them. Hazel?

“They’re amber. I’ve been told it’s the rarest color of eyes.”

“They are unique, beautiful actually.”

“You should see my mom’s. Her family is from Ireland, and I guess someone in each generation has had them. Hers are almost golden.”

“What about your dad’s side of the family?”

“My dad’s from Norway and met my mom here in the States at college.”

“Ah, so that explains the last name. It sounded Scandinavian. Is he as tall as you?”

“Taller. He’s six-six. He always teased that I took after mom’s side of the family in height.”

“You’re six-two?”

“And a half,” he said with a laugh. “You’re six-four?”

“And a half,” I countered.

“You must work out a lot.”

I laughed.

“What?”

“I was just thinking about myself two years ago.” His face showed he was puzzled, so I continued. “I was overweight, a mess, found out I had diabetes and went at it like a mad man. I’ve really revamped my body. So, yeah, I work out about four times a week. You? I’m guessing you play sports?”

“I do workout, but I’m not religious about it. I play sports, but I never really got into the macho team sports. Too much ego for me. I was on the swim team in high school. I do intramural sports here. That’s a lot of fun!”

“Major? What year are you?”

“I’m a senior in economics. I’m doing the summer session so I can graduate in December. I’ve applied to graduate school, and if all goes well, I’m going to be at UC-Berkeley in January. Mason’s got a great undergrad program, but Berkeley is a top five grad program.”

“Impressive.”

“You?”

“I’m a Mason alum. A BS in computer science and an MS in information systems. I work for a small software company over in Alexandria, doing a mixture of business analyst work, GUI design, and straight-out coding. Our team isn’t big enough for specialization like my last job.”

Our discussion continued, focusing on his time at school, more details on my recent transformation, and my new home. Our cups were long empty when he said, “Well, I must say you look super-hot, Sir. Your place sounds amazing too.”

“Would you like to see it?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Let’s go. We can ride over in my car. I promise I’ll bring you back to campus.”

“Umm… thanks.”

We drove back and pulled up to the house.

“Sweet digs.”

“Thanks, it took a good bit of work to restore it. I need to finish furnishing it; but for now, I want to focus on the yard and cleaning up some of the woods.”

“Woods?” He said, as he looked around the property. “You own a lot?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a couple acres. I’ll leave a lot of it wild, but the stuff near the house needs a good clean up. There are a lot of invasives and poison ivy throughout.”

I turned on the flood lights and we took a short walk around the yard.

“Secluded,” he said.

“Yeah. I like my privacy and the way the house is designed wouldn’t work on an open lot.”

He looked at me with a puzzled expression, but I didn’t offer an explanation. Instead, I opened the front door and led him inside. The view quickly explained what I meant.

“That’s a lot of glass! If someone were behind you, they’d see everything.”

“Exactly. Whoever designed this house took full advantage of the lot. The entire main floor, back of the house has these floor-to-ceiling windows. The only bad thing is going to be keeping them clean.”

His laugh at that endeared him to me more. I took him on a tour of the house. We did most of the main level, and then I took him downstairs.

“Man, this place is awesome,” he said as we got to the last step. “What’s going in here?”

“I’m gonna set up a home gym. My workouts have suffered since I moved out here. It’s too easy to not go to the gym since it’s so far away. It’ll cost me to set up, but save me in the long run.” I paused a moment. “I haven’t figured out what to do with the other room.”

“Dad’s playroom?”

“For now, that would be my bedroom upstairs.”

“Wanna show me,” he said with a coy smile.

“Certainly,” I said as I led him back up the stairs and to my bedroom. I walked in first and turned to face him.

“Nice room,” he commented. He walked over and put his hand on the first button of my shirt. “Fuckin’ hot dad!” He unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders while tugging it out of my pants.

He leaned forward and licked my left tit, swirling his tongue around the tip and making it hard. It sent a shiver down my spine. He moved over and did the same to the right tit causing more shivers. He pulled his tongue off and rubbed his hands over my chest.

“I love your chest, Dad, hard, muscled, hairy but not too much.” He looked up a bit and let his fingers trace the lines of the tattoo on my left shoulder, following it down onto my bicep. “I really like the dragon and how it wraps from your shoulder, down your arm, and onto your chest.”

“Thanks.”

He moved to his right slightly and I felt his tongue licking along the tattoo. FUCK! He moved his hands down my sides as his tongue moved down my chest and abs, eventually swirling it in my belly button. His hands got to the top button of my 501s and pulled, quickly undoing all of them. He seemed to have an urgency as he pushed my jeans down, exposing my boxer briefs.

His mouth moved down until he was working his tongue over my fabric-covered cock. His hands continued downward, removing my shoes and helping me slip my jeans completely off. But his mouth never left my cock.

I looked up and saw us reflected in the mirror. This hot college guy, in jeans and a form-+fitting t-shirt, was down on his knees, worshiping my cock through my briefs – the only piece of clothing I still had on.

“You’re wearing too much,” I said.

“You still have these on,” he countered. Before I could do anything, he put his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down. My dick sprang up and slapped my abs. “Fuck, Dad! Nice fuckin’ dick!”

“Thanks, son,” I said. That didn’t feel as awkward as I thought it would.

He lifted a bit and put the tip of his tongue against the head of my dick. He licked around the head for a few moments; then gently pulled the head between his lips and worked his way down the shaft.

“Fuck…” I moaned as his lips hit my pubes.

I put my hands on his head, running my fingers through his hair and pulling him down a bit deeper.

“Mmmph!”

My brain started to rewire itself as I looked down on this hot, young stud working to make me happy. I’d never had anyone be so devoted to my needs.

He worked up and down my shaft, his tongue wrapping around it, his mouth suctioning as he went down. It was amazing, but I wasn’t ready for it to be completely one-sided. I reached down, put my hands under his pits and pulled him up.

“Stand,” I ordered.

“Yes, Sir.”

I grabbed his polo shirt and pulled it up over his head. I grabbed his legs, one at a time, lifting them to remove his sneakers and socks, and finally unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them off. But I stopped undressing him; I just couldn’t bear to remove his jock.

“That’s better.” I took his hand and led him to the bed. I pushed him down on it, his legs hanging off the end. I straddled his waist, leaned over, and kissed him. His lips separated and my tongue worked its way in. I tasted a bit of coffee as my tongue licked inside his mouth. He started sucking a little on it. Damn, he could hoover.

I broke the kiss and pushed his arms up. I started licking his pits, tasting the musky sweat of a hot young man. Having gotten all the flavor I could; I moved to his tits and let my tongue and fingers tease them as his body shivered.

“Dad, that feels so good.”

“This is about both of us.”

“But I wanna make you feel good, sir.”

“You are son, you are.”

I couldn’t believe the smile he gave me. I went back to licking his body and exploring. I ignored his dick, straining in the pouch of his jock. I stood up, grabbed his legs and pushed them towards his chest. The sight made me leak; these were two fucking beautiful mounds of ass framed by the white straps. I leaned forward and let my tongue swipe down from his taint along the top of his ass trench.

“Oh, Dad!”

I pushed his legs apart a bit more and then licked up the trench, a little deeper than the previous time.

“Umm…”

I pushed his legs hard to his chest, he grabbed hold of the back of his knees, freeing my hands to spread those cheeks. I worked my tongue along his ass again, this time fully hitting his hole. The musky taste of all-American boy was amazing.

“Dad, I wanna…”

He didn’t finish as my tongue worked into his hole, causing him to suck in his breath. I knew what he wanted. I spun around, lowering my cock right to his lips as my tongue returned to his hole. His lips separated and he quickly showed he had experience with big, thick, dad-cock as he had me buried in his throat.

I’d always enjoyed rimming, but this young man’s ass was fucking awesome. It twitched and convulsed as I licked and enjoyed the flavor.

Rob pulled off my dick. “Dad, please fuck me!”

“You ready for it boy?”

“Yes, Sir!”

I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the lube, and coated my dick. I worked some into his hole. Having gotten him prepped, I repositioned myself, put the head of my cock at the entrance and started pushing in slowly. I put my hands on his chest and looked down at this wonderful face as I pushed in more and more.

“That’s it, Dad; fuck my ass! Come on, put all that meat in me!”

I took him at his word and pushed the rest of my cock into his hole. I leaned forward and kissed him, my tongue working into his mouth like my dick in his ass, deep! He sucked on my tongue while I pulled back and started fucking his ass. It’d been over a year since I’d fucked and, to be honest, Rob’s ass was on an entirely different level than Slut’s. Fuck, my brain started to realize just how loose Slut had been getting.

I shook those thoughts out of my head and focused on the handsome boy, man, young man, guy in my bed. I started fucking with long, slow strokes, searching out the spots that made him squirm. I found his prostate and started rubbing it with my cock watching him twist his body from the feeling.

“Dad, that’s it. Fuckin’ work my hole!”

“Damn right, Son. But it’s Dad’s hole now.”

I kept working against his prostate, different angles, different speeds. His jock pouch was getting soaked with precum. I moved my mouth to his left tit and started nibbling on it, my pounding picking up the pace.

“Daddd… I’m gonna…”

I moved to his right tit and nibbled harder.

“Dad! Dad! Oh, FUCK!” his scream was piercing as he convulsed under me. I lifted and watched his pouch-covered dick jerk, blasting spurt after spurt of seed into the fabric.

His hole started clenching tighter and tighter on my cock. “FUCK!” I bellowed as I shot into his hole. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” Then it was just all bliss as I rode the orgasm, my sperm flooding into his ass.

I pulled my cock out of his hole, moved down a bit and sucked on his jock pouch. I moved down under lapping at my cum slowly seeping from his ass after sucking it out of the fabric.

Getting a good taste, I moved up and kissed him, sharing the flavors.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” I said, looking down into his eyes.

“Damn, Dad. That really was amazing.”

“You’re the first guy that’s ever called me Dad or Sir,” I admitted.

“Well, you are a hot daddy!”

I gave him a grin and kissed him again. Before I could say anything else, his stomach grumbled.

“I didn’t eat dinner,” he admitted. “I guess you should take me back to campus so I can scrounge up some food.” While what he said was straightforward, how he said it led me to believe that was the farthest thing from his mind.

“Or… I could make something, and we can talk.” That seemed to strike the right chord as his face lit up in a brilliant smile. “Why don’t we clean up first.” I led him into the master bath, grabbed fresh towels, opened the shower stall, and hit the controls. The jets started from the sides, the head in the ceiling dropping water.

“Fuck, that’s nice.”

The system dinged when the water hit 104, and I opened the door, grabbed his hand, and stepped in, pulling him in with me. I pushed the button on the soap dispenser, got a handful, and started lathering him up. I spent a few minutes rubbing his body with my soap-covered hands. Then I rinsed and shampooed his hair. It was as relaxing as it was intimate. He did the same for me, and when done, I shut the jets off. We stepped out, and dried each other off. Clean, I led him through the bedroom and to the kitchen.

“I feel exposed,” he admitted as he sat on a stool at the peninsula.

“There’s no one that can see in. So, let’s see what I have for a snack.”

There wasn’t much left from the party; so, I scrounged the pantry and fridge, finding a bag of unopened tortilla chips, a few leftover burgers, you know, nothing exciting. I thought for a moment, turned on the oven, then grabbed a jelly roll pan, lined it with foil, and poured a big pile of chips on it. I handed Rob a block of cheese and the grater, while I chopped up the hamburgers. I spread the small pieces over the chips, put the cheese over it all, and threw it in the oven. A short while later, we were curled up on the couch in the den, munching on loaded nachos.

“It’s funny to sit here naked and eat.”

“Well, I like it. I get to sit here, have you next to me, look at your handsome body, and eat.”

“Aw… thanks… hehehehe…”

As we ate, we got to know each other a little more. I threw what I could into the dishwasher; washed and put a few other things away, and turned to Rob.

“Do I need to get you back to campus?”

“Well, I guess, I don’t really have anything going on…”

“Want to stay the night?”

“Yes, Sir.” He gave me that infectious smile again!

I led him back to the bedroom and we climbed onto the bed. I laid back and he curl in beside me. He laid his head on my chest and ran his hands gently around my abs.

“I like this, Dad; relaxing, peaceful.”

I put one hand down on his head, playing with his hair, while the other roamed over his chest. I had to agree with him, it was relaxing and peaceful. We lay there for a while, and I noticed that his breathing was even and regular. I could get used to this.

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Sunday morning, I woke to something I hadn’t experienced in over a year – a man in my bed. Rob’s body was partially intertwined with mine, his head laying on my chest. I could feel his warm breath gently blowing across my nip. I lay there and enjoyed.

After about fifteen minutes of lying there quietly, trying not to disturb Rob’s sleep, I needed to move. As I shifted, ever so gently, Rob’s eyes opened. He lifted his head just a little, put his chin down on my chest, and spoke. “Morning, Dad!”

“Morning.”

“You don’t mind me calling you that. Do you?”

“I thought I might, but I don’t.”

I shifted my arm and let my fingers start playing with his hair.

“What time do I need to get you back on campus?” I asked, not really wanting him to leave.

“I don’t have much going on today. Most of my friends aren’t here since it’s a summer session. Eh, I’ve got a bit of reading to do before class tomorrow.”

“Cool,” I said. In my mind, I was happy that this wasn’t going to be over quickly. “How about a shower and then we go out for breakfast.”

“Umm…”

“My treat.”

“Sure!”

He lifted off my body, and I was able to move forward and kiss him. He didn’t linger on the kiss but hopped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. I followed him at a more leisurely pace.

“Sorry, I had the sudden urge to pee,” he said as he let loose at the toilet.

“It happens.”

I grabbed a new toothbrush from under the vanity and set it next to the sink. I started brushing my teeth, and soon he was next to me doing the same. He bumped his hip against mine as he moved the brush back and forth. I gave him a smile while doing the same.

I went over and started the shower.

“Scrub my back?” I asked as I stepped in.

“Sure, if you’ll do mine.”

Our shower turned into a mutual exploration of each other’s body using our wash clothes, hands, and, from time-to-time, mouths. It wasn’t sex in the shower, but it did come close.

Clean, dry, and dressed, I drove us over to a little diner for breakfast. I was already extremely comfortable with someone I had met half-day before. We talked about different things before the conversation got around to relationships.

“I’m sorry things didn’t work out,” he said.

“Well, walking in on your husband in the middle of sex with someone else tends to end things rapidly. Or at least in my case it did.”

“Are you hunting for your next long-term relationship?”

“Not really,” I admitted. “But if I find Mr. Right.”

“Gotcha. I just wanted to be up front.”

“You’re heading west in December with a string of broken hearts trailing behind you.”

“Broken hearts?”

“I can’t be the only guy that finds you attractive, fun, sexy, and only temporarily available.”

“Well, I’m probably not Mr. Right, but I can be Mr. Right Now.”

I had to chuckle hard at that.

“You’re very good at that.”

“Thanks!”

After breakfast, I offered to drive Rob back to campus.

“Tired of me?”

“Not at all. What about picking up a change of clothes and the books you need to read and staying the night? I can drop you off on campus on my way to the train station in the morning.”

“Herlig!”

I looked at him, puzzled.

“It means wonderful, lovely, or delightful in Norwegian,” he explained.

“How many languages do you speak?”

“Well, one. Badly, two more. I can butcher my way through Norwegian and can deal with some Irish. What about you.”

“Well, beyond my butchering English, I can speak a smidge of Scots, which is the language of the lowlands of Scotland. I can converse in Nederlands.”

We went on to discuss why I’d learned Dutch – for fun – as I drove over to the campus. Rob ran in and was back in about five minutes with a small bag which I assumed had clothes and toiletries.

We were back at my place before lunch time. As we walked in, I was afraid things would get awkward. So, what do we do to kill time?

“Can we go back downstairs?”

“Sure,” I said, in my best puzzled tone.

“I want you to tell me more about your plans.”

We walked down to the basement.

“So, this is gonna be the gym. What’s your vision?”

“You know, equipment, work out, stay in shape.”

“You’ve put so much into the house and you’re going to settle on the gym. It’s supposed to inspire you!”

I just stood there and looked at him.

“Mirrors, lockers, cool paint job, showers, an inspiring place to work out!”

He stood there and pulled details out of me. It really got me thinking. I’d wanted to make it a good place to work out, and the ideas he helped me form an idea that would make it great.

“You’re pretty good at this,” I said.

“What?”

“Getting me to design a real, effective workout space.”

“Aw, it’s nothing. I wanted to be a designer, but my dad would not hear of it.”

“From designer to economics? Doing what Dad wanted?”

“I won’t say that I was happy at first, but I really enjoy economics and, hey, who knows, someday I might get to be a designer too.”

I led him upstairs as we talked about his schooling, and I got to know a bit about his relationship with his parents. I made us a light lunch, and we kept talking. For a young man in college, he impressed me with his ability to carry on a conversation.

“How about a movie?” I offered after cleaning up lunch.

“Sure.”

We agreed on a movie on Netflix and snuggled up on the couch. We ended up watching two movies on the couch. It was so wonderful to cuddle with him. While I was preparing dinner, he finished his assigned reading. The sex that night was as amazing as the day before. Monday morning, I drove him over to campus on my way to the train station.

“I’d like to get together again,” he said.

“I’d like that as well.”

“With the way classes are, I don’t get much free time during the week. How about Friday night?”

“Deal. You’ve got my number; text me on Thursday with a good time to pick you up.”

“Sure!”

I dropped him off on Patriot Circle and headed to the train station. The commute into work was probably the best I’d had in a long time. I listened to music as I read some emails on my tablet.

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I joined the gang for karaoke on Thursday night. I got there early and went up to the booth to select my song. As I continued to choose country songs, Georgia had added more of the catalog to the system. With it available, I’d been picking more from that genre, but from time to time I’d venture to the more pop list. With my mood more upbeat, I chose Geri Halliwell’s Scream If You Wanna Go Faster.

I was sitting at our table when Chris and Stephen arrived.

“It was great seeing what you’ve done with the place,” Chris said.

“I just need to get it furnished,” I admitted.

“That takes time,” Stephen said.

“I’ve been trying to find things that have a mid-century vibe without the cost of true vintage.”

“I know a couple places that sell used furniture that’s been used in house staging and can give you those to check out. Also, I know a few places that sell used stuff that you could buy and reupholster.”

“Not sure about that,” I said.

“It’s not that hard,” Chris said. “You buy a good piece of furniture, pick out fabric, get someone to make it look like new. I know a couple of good fabric stores and a good upholsterer, so all you have to do is pick out the furniture.”

“I’ll go with you and help,” Stephen offered.

“That sounds reasonable,” I said.

Before we could go further, Darryl and Phil walked up. With their arrival, the conversation shifted to other matters.

I got a good round of applause for my singing efforts that night.

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Friday night, I picked Rob up in front of his dorm.

“What’s the plan?” he asked.

“Spending a weekend with a handsome man.”

“Aw, thanks. I really need to decompress.”

“Dinner, a movie, and then some snuggle time…”

“Dinner, snuggle, and movie, and then some sex…”

“That works too. Mexican?”

“Sure!”

I took him to a great, local Mexican place I knew.

Over supper, we talked about several different topics. We returned home, undressed, picked a movie, and cuddled. I saw that Rob's eyes were drooping as the movie came to an end.

“Worn out?”

“It was a rough week. Classes are crammed into a brief window of time.”

I gave a head nod. “Let’s go to bed now.”

“I like the sound of that.”

We made our way back to my bedroom, and took turns doing the needful. I was lying in bed when he came through the bathroom door. Fuck, instant boner. Rob pulled back the covers and climbed onto the bed next to me.

“You seem happy to see me.”

“Damn right, stud.”

He wrapped his hand around my dick.

“We need to take care of this.”

“I’m all for that,” I admitted.

He pushed me over onto my back, spun around and dangled his dick near my lips as he started licking his way down my cock.

I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and worked my tongue around the head. The taste of precum soon burst forth as he started leaking a steady stream.

I lapped my tongue over the head a few more times, enjoying the taste, then worked my mouth down the shaft.

His actions mimicked mine roughly, and damn, it felt good! This boy… young man, had major talents.

It didn’t take long till I shot my load down his throat. This evidently triggered his own orgasm with a big load of tasty cum coating my mouth.

Saturday morning, I woke up in my new favorite position, me on my back, with his arm draped over me and his head on my chest. I let my fingers run through his hair a little, not trying to wake him.

I lay there enjoying the moment for about fifteen minutes before Rob finally stirred. He turned his head on my chest and smiled.

“Morning, Dad.”

“Morning, Son. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock.”

I looked down at the tented sheet, “Seems like you woke up like one too.”

“That’s easy lying here with you, Dad.”

“I’m guessing you still need to decompress…”

“Damn right!”

I rolled him over onto his side and slid up behind him. I ran my hands up and down his chest. He turned his head and our lips found each other. We shared several kisses before I moved to kiss down his neck and back. I pushed the covers down and pushed him over a bit more giving me access to his ass.

“That’s it, Dad, get me ready!” he said as I started nibbling on his ass cheeks.

He pushed those muscular globes up and I put a hand on each cheek, rubbing as I worked my tongue up and down his crack.

“Open me up!” he urged.

I kept swiping up and down for a few more minutes and then plunged my tongue into his hole.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he groaned.

I spread his cheeks more and worked my tongue in deeper and deeper. I pushed a finger on either side of his hole, helping me get in further. With his hole open, I hawked some spit into it and then used my fingers to push it in.

“Yeah, Daddy!”

I went back to eating his hole, my tongue licking up and down, then pushing in.

“Fucking tasty, boy!” I said as I pulled back a bit.

“You eat ass really good, Dad!”

He kept pushing his ass back as my tongue continued its attack. As I ate his hole, his moans seemed to match his movements.

I pulled back once again and let my fingers play with his hole. It seemed to wink at me as I did. Rob reached back and spread his cheeks for me. I went back to licking it. I alternated between swiping my tongue and plunging it in.

“You got a delicious ass, but it needs to be fucked!”

“Hold up a minute,” Rob said. He pulled out from under me, pivoted and swallowed my cock to the root.

I watched him work his mouth up and down. It was always amazing to watch this hunk of a man lavish so much attention on my dick. He reached under my cock and held my balls as his tongue licked across the head.

He pulled back and then licked around the tip again. Rob pushed my dick up and worked his tongue up the full length before he started sucking up and down rapidly. He pushed his head down, keeping the shaft buried and covered in spit.

He pulled off. “Now it’s time to fuck my ass, Dad!”

“Damn right!”

Rob flipped over onto his back, pulled his legs back, hooked his hands around his knees and spread his ass.

“That’s a fine-lookin’ hole.”

“Thanks, Daddy. FUCK IT!”

I spit into his open hole and then put the head of my dick against it and, with one strong push, slid into the hilt.

“OH FUCK!” he groaned.

“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it, boy?”

“Damn right!” he agreed.

I pulled out.

“NO!”

I rubbed the head of my dick around the edge of his hole, then shoved back in.

“FUCK!”

I repeated this process about a dozen times till I knew his hole was wide open. Then I sank back in and started to root around. I worked at different angle, sometimes hitting his prostate, others hitting different spots.

He grunted. He cussed, in a complimentary manner. Through it all his dick stayed hard, laying across his abs and leaking cock honey like a hose on full.

I found his prostate and started a brutal attack on it. Constantly hitting it, rubbing it, stroking it…

“Dad, oh FUCK, Dad, I’m gonna!”

He didn’t get any more out before his cock shot wad after wad of cum across his chest. I sank into him deep as his body shuddered a few last times.

“That was amazing, Dad.”

I grinned at him, leaned forward, and kissed him. Then pulled my cock back…

“Oh…” he moaned.

Before he could get any more out; I pushed back in.

“FUCK!”

I started working his hole again.

“Dad!” he yelped!

“Just fucking my hole, boy!”

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered.

“Yup… gonna fuck you till you shoot again.”

His ass started gripping my dick. My guess was that he was trying to milk me off. I countered by pulling all the way out and then shoving back in a few seconds later.

“Dad! Coulter! Oh, man…”

He moved his hands towards his dick. I slapped them away.

“Hands free, boy!”

It was about fifteen minutes later that I realized I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. With that, I redoubled my assault on his prostate.

It took about five minutes before his groans and moans let me know he was getting close. This time, I let my orgasm grow with his.

“FUCK!” I yelled as I flooded his hole.

“Dad!” he yelped as his dick shot a second load on top of the first.

As we both regained our composure, I leaned over and started licking his cum off his chest.

“That… was… amazing…” he finally got out.

“And tasty,” I said licking my lips. I leaned down again and kissed him, letting him savor the taste of his cum. “Am I crushing you?”

“In a good way,” he said with a smile.

We got a shower, and then I fixed breakfast.

“What are your plans for today?”

I replied, “Spending time with you. You need to do anything?”

“Nope, I crushed my homework this week.”

“Good boy!”

“What would you be doing if I wasn’t around?” he asked.

“Yard work and chores, but like you, I got my homework done.”

“Good, Dad!”

“It’s supposed to be high 90s and humid today. Let’s do something indoors.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Smithsonian, something historic like Mount Vernon, what would you be doing if I wasn’t around?”

“Goofing off in the dorm.”

“So, we are both in the anything is better category. How ‘bout one of the Smithsonians.”

“That works.”

I drove us to the METRO and then we took a train into town. We hit American History and then Natural History. We caught the METRO up to DuPont Circle and walked around for a bit. It was about dinner time when we got back to the house.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“How about a salad topped with grilled chicken?”

“Sounds good and healthy.”

I grabbed a zipper bag and put some Italian dressing in it.

“Here, grab the chicken tenders out of the fridge, throw them in the bag, and coat them well. Once you’ve got that done, run out back and get the grill going.”

“Ok.”

We got things moving along and soon had a nice salad in front of us. With the dishes in the washer, I was trying to think of something to do.

“Wanna go out tonight?”

“Not really,” he said. “I’m more of a home body. Snuggle, cuddle, and…”

“Fuck.”

“That works well,” he admitted.

We snuggled up on the couch and watched a movie on demand. We were both yawning when it ended, so I led us to the bedroom. He curled up against me, I wrapped him in my arms, and we were both quickly asleep.

I woke up a few minutes before six and decided I could get used to this. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. A little after six, Rob shifted, and his head ended up on my chest. He threw an arm over me and pulled himself tighter to me, perfect. It was about six-thirty when Rob stirred.

“Morning, Dad,” he said quietly. “I could really get used to this.”

“I was thinking the same thing earlier.”

“Your bladder must be ready to burst.”

“Not really, but I will need to get up soon.”

He rolled off of me and I climbed out.

“Come back soon!”

“I will. I will!”

I did the needful and headed back to bed. I passed him as he padded into the bathroom.

“Running off?” I teased.

“Just doing the same thing so we can stay snuggled longer.”

“Works.”

This morning, things were quiet, peaceful. We stayed snuggled for about an hour and then had a slow, quiet fuck before getting up and going out for breakfast.

“What’s up today?” he asked.

I looked at him, trying to think of something to do.

“You don’t have to entertain me. I can go back to the dorm.”

“Well, it’s supposed to be another scorcher and very humid, so I’m not doing anything outside. I was thinking about what we could do.”

“Reading anything good?” he asked.

“Yup. A new sci-fi book I got.”

“I’ve got a book in my bag, let’s just cuddle up and read.”

We each grabbed our books and met back in the den. I plopped down in the corner of the sectional, and he curled up next to me. I got involved in my book and he did the same. It was about one when I heard his stomach growl.

“Someone’s hungry,” I laughed.

“Yup, but I didn’t want to stop.”

“Well, I need to grab another book,” I admitted.

“You finished? How much had you already read?” he asked.

“It’s the second book in the series, and I started it when we sat down,” I explained.

“You read what, four hundred pages in under three hours?”

“Yup, I can read and retain at a high rate of speed.”

“I’m jealous.”

I made some chicken wraps, pulled out a couple of sides and let Rob fill his own plate.

“More reading?” I asked after everything was cleaned up.

“Sure, as long as I’m not boring you.”

“You’re not. It’s nice to have company, especially since you've been snuggling up to me.”

We read until dinner time. I made us a light meal, and then we watched a bit of television until bed. The next morning, I dropped Rob at school on my way to the train station.

-----

That night, I found my first purchase on Craigslist. The items seemed high-end, but the price seemed low, insanely low. Since I was paying at pick-up, I wasn’t too concerned about a scam. I emailed back and forth with the woman selling the items, and we worked out that I’d pick them up on Saturday. Now, I had to figure out how to move them from point A to point B.

The purchase of equipment pushed me. I’d hated the little econobox that James manipulated me into getting. I wanted a truck. Screw it, I needed a truck. I’d kept up with the market and knew exactly what I wanted. Tuesday, I spent my evening searching and searching more. I found two trucks that I liked at a dealership about two hours outside of the city. I debated whether to go out for the weekend, but decided I’d rather not kill all that time. I called the dealers local facility and asked about transferring one of the trucks. They agreed and had it ready for me on Thursday.

Friday night, I pulled up in front of the dorm at my normal time and saw Rob come out of the door. He looked around but I was in the wrong vehicle. I honked, waved and he came up to the passenger side.

“Nice truck, Dad!”

“Thanks, I finally got rid of that f’in car.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, I know. It isn’t really the vehicle, it’s what it represented.”

“Huh?”

“I wanted a truck. I was gonna get this sweet, little Chevy S-10 at the time. When I mentioned it to James, he kept telling me how wrong it was in so many ways. Instead, I got that stupid car. For me, now, it represents one of the many ways I lost myself in that relationship.”

“What’s the plan for this weekend?”

“I figured you needed to decompress.” He burst into laughter, sitting beside me. “So, dinner, decompression, breakfast, decompression, you get the picture. Oh, if you don’t mind helping me, I need to go pick up some gym equipment I found on Craigslist.”

“Cool.”

As we drove home, Rob asked, “isn’t it wonderful that same-sex marriages are finally legal?”

“It really is! Hey! Fuck!”

“What?”

“I hate to be that guy, but if gay marriage is legal. I can finally divorce James!”

“Does it really matter?”

“Actually, more now than before, as Virginia will have to recognize my marriage and so will the IRS. Eeek…”

“Crap.”

“I’ll work it out. At this point we’ve been separated long enough to make it easy. Anyway, on to better things.”

That night, I made dinner, and we cuddled up and watched a bit of television before heading to bed. We started his decompression routine with a passion-filled night.

Saturday morning, I woke at my usual time. For once, Rob was sound asleep and not snuggled right up against me. I slipped out of bed, hit the hall bath, and then padded into the kitchen to make coffee. I was sitting in the kitchen enjoying my first cup when Rob walked in.

“I was all alone in the bed,” he whined and smiled.

“Sorry, I woke up and didn’t want to disturb you. I figured you might need some extra sleep after a long week.”

“Thanks,” he said. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and sat next to me.

“What’s on the agenda?”

“Well, after breakfast, I’d like to run to the store to pick up a few things for dinner tonight. We need to run up to McLean and pick up the equipment at ten. Other than that, I took care of all my chores during the week, so I’d have time for you.”

“You’re sweet. You know that?”

“Thanks,” I said quietly.

“Your ex must have been a piece of work.”

“What?”

“I may have known you for only a short time, but you’re always thinking of my needs. You’re considerate, thoughtful, caring…”

“I don’t know…”

He held his hand up. “Stop. You’ve mentioned a few things about your time with him. He sounds like he manipulated you in so many ways. You’re good natured and he used that to get what he wanted.”

I sat there quietly and thought about what Rob was saying.

“In a relationship, there’s supposed to be a give and take,” Rob continued. “From what you’ve said, you gave, and he took. No balance.”

“That’s the way I see it. I’ll admit it.”

“Can I ask a question?”

I nodded.

“How many friends, not his, not yours, but both of yours, stuck with him?”

I had to laugh.

“I didn’t have a lot of friends when I met James. Once the relationship started, I ignored them for so long, while spending time with ‘our’ friends that were really ‘his,’ and they disappeared, understandably. I didn’t realize it till a good time later. The funny thing is that after ten years together, ‘his’ friends were ‘our’ friends and pretty much all of them are still ‘my’ friends. His cheating on me ended his relationship with almost all of them.”

“They figured out the better half of the relationship.”

I smiled.

He continued. “You’re strong, capable and a fucking hunk; but… it is clear he hurt you and you need to rebuild your confidence.”

“I’m working on that, and you’re helping a lot.”

“Well, enough about him. Shower time?”

“Sure!”

He took my hand and led me back to the bedroom and into the bath. While he got the shower started, I grabbed fresh towels and hung them on the hooks. He took my hand and led me into the spray. He pumped shampoo out of the dispenser and started washing my hair. As he continued to clean me up, it wasn’t hard to get aroused. His hands, his body, his whole being seemed to be involved in the process.

As he worked lower, he got down on his haunches and started giving me one hell of a blow job. As much as I wanted it to last, his talents were soon rewarded with a big load of cum down his throat. My legs were a bit wobbly, and I braced myself against the wall. The deed done, he finished washing my cock and balls, legs, and feet.

I was fairly recovered when he stood up, and I started shampooing his hair. I mimicked his process right down to the blowjob and cum down my throat.

Both clean, we stepped out of the shower and toweled each other off.

I drove us over to the Swiss Bakery for breakfast. We swung by the U-Haul place and got a trailer and then drove to McLean to get the equipment. We pulled up in front of what I would call a McMansion at exactly ten. I rang the doorbell, and an attractive woman answered the door.

“Coulter?”

“Yes, and this is Rob.”

“I’m Marlene. The equipment is this way.”

She led us down into the basement of the house.

“I’m figuring it will be easier to go out the back door and around to the front than to carry it all up the stairs.”

“That works. I was happy when I found your listing. It’s going to be a big help in setting up my workout space.”

“It’s obvious you’ll use it, unlike my ex. He set up this space and never used it.”

“I’ll definitely put it to good use. I was surprised at how affordable it was considering this is the good stuff.”

“Well, I have to give the money to my ex.” Her voice changed to this high-pitched caricature, “But being a stupid, blond bitch, I just don’t know anything about prices.”

Rob let out a bit of a snicker. “I seriously doubt you’re either the first or the last. As for the blond, I don’t see any roots.”

This caused Marlene to laugh. “You’re adorable.”

Rob just smiled.

We got the equipment loaded into the back of my truck, and I handed Marlene the money. “I understand how marriages fail. Don’t let your ex get you into a bad place.”

“You’re divorced?”

“Separated. I filed for divorce on Monday. I came home to find my ex in bed getting fucked senseless.”

“Stupid bitch.”

“Agreed. Thanks again!”

“My pleasure!”

I got the truck going and we took off. Since it was pushing into lunch time, we found a little place in McLean to eat, then drove back to my place and unloaded. The truck and trailer were emptied. We returned the trailer, and returned home.

I took stock of the situation. “That’s a great start; bench, rack, bar, weights, leg press, and a lat machine.”

“How much would that all cost you, new?”

“Well, new, the lat machine was eighteen hundred online. The bench and rack combo were twelve hundred. The bars were several hundred each. The leg press was nineteen hundred. Finally, the weights were about a thousand. Finding the whole thing for seven-fifty, in like new condition, amazing!”

“I’m horny,” he announced.

“Gym equipment got you horny?”

He nodded rapidly.

I moved closer and tugged at his shirt. I got it off, removed his jeans and left him standing in front of me in just a jock.

“You were planning on sex in the gym,” I said.

“Damn right, Dad.”

I moved in close and started rubbing his cock through the pouch of his jock. He went from semi-hard to hard in a quick second. I continued and, within a short moment, felt the pouch getting wet. I got down on my haunches and started licking, getting a mixed taste of cotton and precum.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I worked his dick free and started sucking on it.

I worked my mouth up and down the shaft while my hands massaged his balls. I kept working till I had him buried in my throat and then slid a finger back to play with his hole.

“Dad,” he moaned.

I could tell I had him on the verge, right where I wanted him.

His hands engulfed my head, and I realized he was trying to stop me. I swatted them away and redoubled my efforts.

“Fuck!” he yelled, his cock blasting cum into my mouth!

I started suctioning hard to make sure I pulled every drop out.

“Damn,” he exclaimed. He stepped back slightly and collapsed onto the bench. “I didn’t want to cum so fast!”

I pushed his chest back till he was laying on the bench. I lifted his legs and started eating his hole. I pulled away for a second.

“We’re not done by any stretch of the imagination, son. That was to take the edge off so this could be a marathon.”

“Oh, FUCK!” He groaned as my tongue was joined by a finger from each hand, working to open his hole.

“Open up, boy!” I encouraged as I pulled back for a moment.

I went back to eating his hole and getting him prepped for a good fuck.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked, his tone mocking.

“I’ll show you who’s hole it is!”

I stood up, lined my cock up with his hole, and slammed into the hilt.

“FUCK YEAH!” he bellowed.

I stayed buried, gyrated my groin, and stirred my dick deep in this hole.

“That’s it, Dad, use my fuckin’ hole!”

I pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed back in. I repeated the deep long strokes on his hole for a few minutes. I began to vary my rhythm and mixed in short-punch strokes with deeper thrusts.

After about fifteen minutes of fucking, the problem was that his hole was milking me, and while he’d blown a load already, I had not.

“Blow it Dad! Shoot your load in me!”

I started blasting into his hole. As the last of my cum filled him, he started shooting a second load across his abs and chest. I collapsed onto his chest and his cum created a sticky bond.

“What a way to christen the gym equipment,” I said.

“Yep.”

-----

“It’s not so hot out this evening. What do you say to eating out back?”

“Sounds fun.”

“Let’s get the food ready and we can grill what needs to be cooked.”

“Whatcha got in mind?”

“Steaks, corn, a salad.”

“I’ll get the corn ready for the grill,” he offered. “One or two ears?”

“Do the whole bag. I’ll slice the kernels off the cob for salad and such.”

“Okay.”

We got busy and got the food ready for the grill. Rob took it out to cook while I finished making the salad. I grabbed a tray, added dishes, silverware, and drinks, and headed out back.

“You need a place to really sit, relax, and enjoy out here,” Rob said as I walked up.

“There’s a lot of things I need. They’ll come in time. I’ve only been here for five months.”

“True. Sorry, this place just has so much potential.”

“I understand.”

We got the food cooked, plated, and went to sit in the two folding chairs I had.

“So, what’s your vision?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“What’s your vision for the backyard?”

“You didn’t sound like you wanted to talk about it.”

“It’s not that. Sometimes it is overwhelming with all the things I want or need to do. I mean, the house is pretty well set, but I need so much furniture.”

“But you could do more and… I get it. I mean the big thing is you need a nice place to sit. But it must be something that goes with the house. Can’t just be folding chairs and little plastics tables. Like getting some Harry Bertoia style chairs or hmmm…”

“I know the name Bertoia. It equates to being expensive.”

“It is. But you don’t need the name. You need something that fits with that style.”

“Okay, so some mid-century modern outdoor furniture. What else? A deck? Firepit?”

“No deck. How about a nice slate and brick area over there?” he pointed towards the edge of the woods. “You could put a really cool firepit in the center, add chairs and tables around it.”

I nodded my head and thought.

For a while, Rob kept explaining his ideas for the yard.

“Pumping me for ideas?”

“You have a great vision. It might not be exactly what turns out, but it did give me some things to consider. I know I want to improve the bird feeders and add more water and such for the critters.”

“Give it time man. Give it time.”

I nodded and took my next bite of food.

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“Ready for a workout?” I asked, as we got up Sunday morning.

“Sure!” he responded, and he bounced out of bed.

“That’s a sight I’ll never get tired of!”

“What’s that?”

“Your naked body.”

“Aw, thanks. Workout naked?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary. We go down there naked, and an actual workout won’t occur.”

“But the alternative is awfully fun!”

“I’ll make you a deal,” I said. “Workout, breakfast, and then sex.”

“Can I counter it?”

I nodded.

“Workout, shower sex, breakfast, sex, movie, sex, television, sex.”

“I get the impression you’re one horny boy today!”

“Always around you, Dad.”

He grabbed his jock and pulled it on. I started getting dressed for my workout and he came over and kissed me lightly.

“Thanks,” I said.

We went downstairs and got a good workout in. He finished up his routine a few minutes before me.

“You need a shower down here, Daddy.”

“That’s another item on the list,” I admitted. “Dad’s got to figure out the priorities.”

“Understood.”

We went upstairs and I slipped into the bathroom to start the shower while Rob started slipping off his clothing. He was still wearing his jock when he walked into the bathroom. I looked at him, his ass, and turned off the shower.

“What’s wrong?”

“Not a damn thing. Hands on the vanity,” I ordered.

“Huh?”

“Put your hands on the vanity,” I said, lightly pushing him. “Spread those legs a bit.”

I got down on my haunches and leaned in, resting my hands on his ass and my tongue working on his crack. I spread those mounds and worked my tongue in a bit deeper. His ass was sweaty – that wonderful taste of jock ass!

“Fuck, Daddy,” he moaned. “You know how to tease a boy’s ass.”

“I’m gonna do more than tease it!” I said, pulling back for a quick moment. I returned my attention to that crack and worked my tongue closer and closer to his hole. My fingers worked slowly to pull his cheeks apart, and at one point he shifted his feet apart a bit more, spreading it out for me.

I’d been eating his ass for several minutes when he started his usual pleas of ‘fuck me.’ I ignored them completely. I pulled my face away from his ass, grabbed his hips and spun him around. His dick was resting against his abs and looked like it had already drooled a gallon of precum.

I leaned forward, taking the head between my lips, and sucking in the tasty treat.

“Oh, FUCK,” he moaned.

I started working down his shaft, getting it lined up for my throat. I felt his hands on my head, which I’ll admit surprised me a bit. He wasn’t the type to take charge, but he started pulling my head towards his body. I sucked in some air through my nostrils and worked the rest of this dick into my throat. When my nose hit his pubes, he let out a whimper.

“Damn, Daddy, that feels so fuckin’ good.”

I couldn’t respond, but I did the next best thing, sucked in, and then worked my tongue around.

“Oh, fuck!”

I got the impression he wasn’t on the receiving end of many deep, blow jobs. I worked back along the shaft about halfway, then pushed back till it was buried once again. I kept this rhythm going for a good period.

“Dad, Coulter, oh fuck, I’m gonna…” is as far as he got before he started shooting. I was able to pull back, so most of the load landed on my tongue.

He collapsed back on the vanity as his dick went soft.

“That was amazing,” he said finally.

“Glad you approve,” I said with a bit of a chuckle. “Shower now?”

“Sure.”

I went over and restarted the shower. Once it chimed to signal it was at temperature, we climbed in. We spent a long time washing each other, caressing each other, and otherwise enjoying ourselves.

As we were drying off, I looked at him in the mirror.

“What would you like for breakfast?”

“I’m flexible. What are my options.”

“I have ingredients for biscuits, waffles, pancakes, or the like. I have pecans, walnuts, or chocolate chips if you want them in one of those. I have eggs. I have sausage, bacon, or scrapple. Or we could get dressed and go get something.”

“I don’t wanna get dressed or delay more sex… so, chocolate chip pancakes and sausage sound like a winner.”

“Links or patties?”

“Big, fat, daddy sausage!”

“Links it is.”

Once we got to the kitchen, I pulled out the sausage and a pan and handed them to Rob. I pulled out the ingredients for the pancakes and the blender.

“What’s the blender for?”

“Pancakes.”

Rob got a puzzled look on his face.

“Put the milk, eggs, and melted butter in first, then the self-rising flour. Pulse, then blend till smooth and voila, you can pour from the pitcher.”

“What about the chocolate chips?”

“Put them in last and pulse just enough to mix without chopping them up.”

I put a skillet down on a burner, put some butter in it, and heated it. Pretty soon, I had a tall stack of chocolate chip pancakes. As the last pancake was finished, Rob had the sausage ready. We plated everything and sat down to eat.

“I’m getting used to being naked,” he said.

“Good! I like getting to look at you naked.”

“You’re comfortable in your skin, aren’t you?”

I admitted, “I am now.”

“Now?”

“Growing up, it wasn’t an option. With James, it wasn’t an option. As I got over him, I started to be comfortable with me.”

“So, as you got back into shape?”

“No. I got into shape to save my health and avoid the medications for diabetes. But I got comfortable with being me, and that led to me being comfortable being naked. Why should I be ashamed of the body God gave me?”

“You shouldn’t, but…”

“But we’re raised to be modest.”

We sat and chatted about body image a bit while we finished our breakfast. With the dishes in the washer and the kitchen cleaned up, he turned to me.

“What’s next?”

“As I recall, there’s the post-breakfast sex!”

“Woo hoo,” he exclaimed. He turned and ran towards the bedroom. I chased after him.

-----

Waking up Monday morning was a bit odd. In some respects, I felt fatigued. In other respects, I was more energized than you could imagine. As I lay there, with Rob snuggled up to me I thought about it. I was still processing when my alarm went off.

“Ugh,” Rob said. “I’ve always hated those stupid buzzers.”

“Agreed, but there aren’t too many options, either buzzers or radios, that’s about it.”

“Someone needs to find something better!” With that, he rolled a bit and rested his chin on my chest. “How are you doing, Daddy?”

“I was just thinking about that. I feel a bit wound up and a bit wound down at the same time.”

“I can understand the wound down part.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, Sir! You released a lot of energy this weekend.”

I chuckled hard at that. “That’s one way to put it. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in a short period of time in my life.”

“Double digits!”

“You counted?”

“Damn right, you almost kept up with me load for load.”

I thought for a second and nodded. There were a couple runs where he came twice while I was fucking him.

“That’s a lot of energy,” he continued. “But is it more of a tranquil feeling?”

“That’s it! Mellow. I feel more alive than I have in a long time, but there’s this serene feeling that has come over me.”

“I made you serene?” he laughed.

“Damn right, youngster. I’m happy and at peace in my life for the first time in a long time.”

“And all it took was lots and lots of sex.”

“Well, you were the one that said he needed to decompress. Your decompression routine helped me release tensions too.”

“Glad to be of service,” he chuckled.

“Unfortunately, we need to get moving or I’ll miss my train and be late for work.”

“Can’t have that,” he said. He quickly climbed out of bed and started stretching his body.

“Stop that,” I said, smacking his butt as I passed him headed for the bathroom.

“What?”

“Showing off that sexy body! I don’t have time to do anything!” I teased.

He followed me into the bathroom, stood next to me at the toilet, and started peeing while I was there.

“I wasn’t trying to be a tease.”

I said quietly, “I know. Get things ready for showers and I’ll go grab two mugs of coffee.”

“Deal.”

I Showered, dressed, and caffeinated. I grabbed my backpack, and he grabbed his bag. I slipped into the kitchen and grabbed my breakfast and lunch.

“Here,” I said, handing him a container. “Breakfast.”

“I’ve got time to go to the dining hall.”

“Try it. It’s already warmed up, so it will go to waste.”

He opened the lid.

“Smells good.”

“Let me know if you like it.”

By that point, we were in the truck, and I was backing out of the driveway. A few moments later, I was pulling onto campus.

“Don’t forget, you need to start thinking about how the gym’s gonna look.”

“I know. You kept that on my mind all weekend long.”

“It’s got to inspire you!”

“Got it!”

As I got to the drop-off point on Patriots Circle, I looked around and, seeing no one, leaned over and gave Rob a quick kiss.

“See you soon,” he said.

“Deal!”

-----

That morning, I called the divorce attorney and got things in motion. With the time frames, I wouldn’t have to bring up the infidelity. He would draft a simple divorce decree and since we’d already separated everything, it should be fairly painless.

I took Rob’s comments to heart so, Monday night afterwork, I moved everything out of the room and started ripping out the carpet. I went over to Home Depot and picked up interlocking rubber flooring. I was about to start installing it when I realized that I should paint before I installed it.

I went online and image searched for gym painting schemes. I saw several that spurred an idea. I went onto GMU’s web site and found their branding page getting the right Pantone information for Mason Green and Mason Gold. From the options on the site, I chose Observatory Gray as the neutral color. I went back to Home Depot and got my paint. When I got home, I decided it was late enough that I should go to bed.

Tuesday night, I got the first coat of gray on three of the walls, taped out the fourth wall, and put the green on the appropriate places. Wednesday night, I got a second coat on. Thursday night, I got the gold stripes on the accent wall and then put the mat floor down and pulled the equipment back. Eventually, I wanted to add mirrors to the longest, neutral wall. I figured a set of lockers would go on one.

I hadn’t mentioned any of my activities to Rob when we text back and forth during the week.

I picked him up at the usual time and headed us back to my place.

“What’s the game plan?” he asked.

“Dinner, decompression, and who knows what else.”

“Sounds like fun!”

When we got home, I pulled out my tablet and launched the Door Dash app.

“What do you want?”

“Indian?”

“Sure.”

We got our order placed and then we went to the bedroom to get into more comfortable clothes. I had fun groping and rubbing him as we pulled on some sweats and tees. When the doorbell rang, we were sitting in the den, groping each other a little.

I was surprised to find a handsome, hunky guy delivering the food. Yeah, I know porn always has a hot delivery guy; but I find real life rarely does. The fact that I was bulging my sweats was clearly not missed by the young guy. I handed him a tip, grabbed my food, and closed the door.

“The delivery guy was hot,” I mentioned to Rob as I set the bags on the counter.

“You shoulda invited him in.”

“Nope! I’ve got decompression plans that are not getting derailed.”

He laughed.

We sat at the peninsula and ate. Our conversation focused on work and school. After the leftovers were put away, I led Rob downstairs.

“I want to show you a little project I’ve been working on,” I said as we got to the top of the stairs.

His reaction was just what I wanted when I flipped the light on.

“Damn! This is awesome! School colors, great lines. Oh! I love the new floor.”

“Thanks! I used the net for some inspiration. The room that I took a lot of cues from had words on the wall, but I decided against that. I’m thinking of going over to campus to see if I can find a few ideas to play up the walls.”

“I’ll be honest, I think the walls are great. You could put some lockers over there to store things in. Do some decals on them.”

“You read my mind. I’m also going to have mirrors put up on this wall.”

He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body to his. He put his hands on the bottom of my shirt and started pulling up.

“You need a shower down here.”

“Why? I just go upstairs and use that one.”

“I was thinking more for fun. You know, jocks in a gym, sex in the shower.”

“You’re one constantly horny boy. You know that, don’t you?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. You could take the little half bath and expand it. Once you’re done with that, you need to get to work on that room.” He was pointing at the other unused room.

“Why?” I knew something devious was about to come out of his mouth.

“I keep telling you, you need a playroom, Daddy.”

I laughed at his suggestion. “What’s this playroom going to have?”

“It’s for fun Daddy… maybe a sling, a fuck bench, you know, a place where you and a boy can have fun… things that you’d enjoy with a boy… nothing bad or evil…”

“How do you know about slings and fuck benches?"

"As you say, I'm a horny boy and I watch porn."

"So, I’m supposed to have a playroom so all my friends can tease me when they see it?”

“Put a lock on the door and call it storage!”

“Well, for now, I’ll just have to fuck you on that weight bench!”

“Works for me!”

He toed off his shoes, dropped his shorts, and shucked off his shirt in record time. With only his jockstrap on, he walked over to the weight bench, bent over, putting his hands on the weight bar, letting his chest lie on the bench, and spread his legs wide, exposing his hole.

All I could do was moan. I walked behind him, dropped to my knees, and ran my goatee up and down those cheeks before letting my tongue start flicking along that wonderful trench. I’d rimmed him enough times to know the delights of his hole. Fresh, musky, boy ass, one of the highlights, to me at least, of the world of sex.

I worked my tongue in and out of his hole, pushing spit in as I worked to lube and loosen it.

“Come on, coach, eat my hole!”

I put a hand on each cheek and spread them more to give me maximum access. I let my tongue fuck him deeper, eliciting murmurs of approval and causing Rob’s butt to start squirming.

I spanked his left cheek with my hand, not hard, but hard enough. “Hold still, boy.”

“Yes, Sir!”

His crisp reply caused my cock to firm up more.

I licked up his crack, finding that hole and pushing my tongue in once again. He squirmed even more, so I smacked his ass again.

“Fuck yeah, Coach!” he barked.

“You like being spanked, boy?”

“Sir! Yes, Sir!”

I almost laughed at his near military tone in response. I stood behind him and ordered. “Stand up!”

He sprang off the bench and stood, naked and erect in posture and in dick. I sat on the bench.

“Over my knees, boy.”

He looked at me funny. I couldn’t decide if this was a horny-boy or scared look.

“Now!”

His body really didn’t fit over my lap, but he did his best to make it work.

As soon as that pert ass was over my legs, I let my hand find a cheek hard, causing the first red mark. I felt his dick twitch and a bit of precum seep onto my leg. Yup, that was a horny-boy look.

“You fucked up at practice today, boy.” I smacked his ass.

“Yes, Coach! I’m sorry, Coach!”

“You were a goof-off at practice today, boy.” I smacked his ass.

“Yes, Coach! I’m sorry, Coach!”

“You disobeyed me at practice today, boy.” I smacked his ass.

“Yes, Coach! I’m sorry, Coach!”

I kept up the litany of his supposed failings at practice, smacked his ass, he agreed with my assessment and then apologized. After about twenty-five failings, I wasn’t really counting, I found the right trigger.

“You fucked up today, boy. Embarrassed yourself. Disappointed me and your dad would be disappointed too.” I smacked his ass.

“Yes, Coach! I’m very, very sorry, Coach!” he said in a very unstable voice as his dick spasmed and shot onto my leg.

“FUCK!” he cried as he finished shooting. “That was hot as hell!”

I let him lift off my lap. He stood, reached down, and swiped some of his cum off my leg. He took his finger and offered it to me. I sucked the cum off it, my own dripping precum.

“You still owe me a fuck, Coach!”

“Back over the bench, boy!”

He got back into position. I spit on my dick and started working it into his hole. His ass was moist from my earlier rim job, but not fully lubed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he moaned, as I pushed in a bit more.

I let more spit dribble down on my dick so that it wouldn’t be too bad.

“I’m sorry I was so bad at practice, Coach! Make me feel it!”

I pushed in the rest of the way with a grunt. I started fucking him hard, sawing in and out of his ass with deep, forceful strokes. His grunts got louder as my body smashed into his reddened butt cheeks with a vengeance.

“You’ll learn to mind your coach, won’t you boy!”

“Sir, yes, Sir!”

He took his right hand off the bar and reached under himself. I figured he was trying to stroke off.

“Not on your life, boy!” I said as I pulled his hand away.

“Focus on your Coach!”

“Yes, Sir!”

He started pushing his ass back to meet my thrusts. This let me get deeper into his hole, deeper than I’d ever been.

“Fuck me, Coach!”

His ass started squeezing me, milking me.

“FUCK!” I yelled as I blew my nut in his hole. As the last of my jizz got buried in his ass, I felt him shake and realized he was blasting a load onto the bench below, him hands free.

Once we’d both recovered and were sitting side by side on the floor, Rob looked at me with a goofy grin. “Now, do you get it? Now, do you understand why you need the shower and the playroom?”

“Damn right, boy. Damn right!”

-----

I called my contractor about remodeling and expanding the bathroom. It was going to take a bit of time to get the permits, but yes; I was going to have an in-line shower for my gym.

Rob and I fell into a comfortable routine; I’d pick him up on Friday after work and drop him off before work on Monday. I was amazed at how many loads we could generate in sixty-one hours. I was more amazed at how caring, sensitive, loving, cuddly, well, you get the point.

The end of the summer semester came, and Rob was all but doing flips when I arrived on campus to pick him up.

“A! A! A!” he chanted.

I teased, “I take it you passed your classes.”

“Damn right I did! I got the highest grade in one of the classes and a high A in the other!”

“That’s great. I’m proud of you! We need to celebrate!”

“That we do, Dad!”

His comment let me know exactly how he wanted to celebrate!

“How ‘bout I take you out for dinner. Then we can go home and finish the celebration!”

“There are two weeks until the fall semester starts, so you can fuck me senseless, and I won’t care!”

“Deal!”

I drove us over to one of three great Tex-Mex places in our area. I enjoyed the diversity of the places, each with their own unique style.

“What’s good here?” Rob asked as the hostess seated us.

“All the basics are good,” I explained. “This place is known for its sauces, so you can really change the flavor of a dish by changing what sauce is used.”

“Cool!”

Our waitress came and took our drink orders while we looked over the menu. With orders placed, we sat and talked while munching on chips and salsa.

“I think I ate ninety percent of that basket,” Rob commented.

“Probably. Too many carbs for me if I eat a lot of chips,” I explained. “So, what’s your game plan for your two weeks off?”

“I don’t really have one,” he admitted. “Fortunately, they aren’t kicking me out of the dorm. My mind was so focused on finishing my classes that I didn’t think about the break.”

We continued our discussion until the waitress brought our food. Eating seemed to mostly eliminate talking as we both ate quickly. I paid the bill and we walked out to the truck.

“Need anything before we head home?” I asked.

“I’m good.”

I drove us to my house and smiled as I watched Rob carry his bag inside.

We snuggled up on the sofa to watch a bit of TV, but that didn’t last long. Rob started yawning early on, and I knew it was best to wrap up things.

“Bedtime for Bonzo,” I said.

“So, I’m Bonzo now?”

“Well, I don’t see you as a chimp, but I do like the monkey sex!”

He about busted a gut laughing at my bad joke.

I stood up, offered him my hand, and helped him up. We walked back to the bedroom and got ready for bed.

“You know,” he started. “It’s only eight thirty. I’m not sure I’m ready to sleep.”

“Who said anything about sleeping. I’m planning to wear you out in this bed.”

“Sounds good, Dad!”

Rob climbed onto the bed and stretched out face down. I spread his legs apart and then climbed on, between them. I started massaging him at the toes and worked my way slowly up his legs.

“You’re getting me very relaxed.”

“Good.”

I reached those two wonderful buns and started kneading them. As my hands worked, they would spread them apart and expose his crack and hole. I leaned in, nuzzled my goatee between them, and started eating his hole.

“Mmmm…” he moaned into the pillow.

I put one hand on each cheek. I pushed them apart more to give me more room. My tongue worked into his hole, nice and deep, and I started pushing spit in.

“Get me ready,” he said.

I lifted and sat back on my haunches. Grabbing his left leg, I flipped him onto his back and was greeted by his dick flying up and splattering precum on his abs.

“Horny boy!”

“Damn right.”

I pushed his knees to his chest and renewed my work on his hole. I used a finger on either side to give myself better access as I continued to lube it with spit.

With better access to his crotch, I would start some licks at the bottom and work all the way up to his balls. Finally, I extended to the point that I’d lick from the base of the hole to the tip of his dick, savoring some of the leaking juices.

On one of the up swipes, I finally took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked it to the base.

“Dad! Fuck! Me!” he urged.

I worked my tongue around his dick and finally came back up.

“In time, boy, in time.”

Rob put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me up. I knew the boy was strong, but he always let me take the lead in bed. This time, he pushed until he was up and I was on my back.

“I need fucked, NOW!”

He straddled my body and started rubbing his ass over my erect dick. I wrapped my hands around his ass and my fingers found his hole. He reached back and started to guide my cock into the slot. As the head breached his ring, he slid slowly down till his cheeks were resting on my legs.

“I told ya!” he giggled.

I started thrusting up into his hole and he lifted a small amount to get my room to fuck. I pulled my feet up towards my ass, knees in the air to give myself more power as I pistoned into that spit-lubed hole.

My hands worked up and down his legs, and from time to time, I pushed him back down on my dick a bit more.

“Ready to power fuck me?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah!”

He rolled off of me and onto his back, pulling his legs to his chest. I quickly crawled onto my knees, between his legs and slid right back into that hot hole.

He put his hands behind his head while I started fucking his ass. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back a bit to give me better leverage.

After a few minutes, I pulled his ankles higher and spread his legs; giving me full, open access to fuck into him. I could tell my angle was hitting his prostate as his moans increased in volume.

His ass started to clench at my cock and his right arm sprang down, his hand wrapping around his dick.

“That’s it, boy!” I urged.

Ropes of cum shot up his chest, hitting the underside of his chin. As he came, his ass clenched so tightly that I could barely move my dick.

“FUCK!” I yelled as I shot my load into him.

As I started to relax post explosion, I leaned down and licked the cum off his abs, chest, and chin. I moved up and shared a cummy kiss with him.

-----

I awoke at my usual time; there was no need for an alarm clock today. I lay there with this handsome, young man curled up against me. Awake for a few moments, my body started telling me to go to the bathroom. I disengaged from Rob, slipped into the master bath, and took care of the necessities.

I debated going to the kitchen for coffee or slipping back into bed. “Bed,” I said to myself, quietly.

As I climbed back onto the bed, I must have woken Rob.

“Morning,” he said with a groggy voice.

“Sorry, I woke you.”

“No worries. It’s time to get up.”

“Oh? Big plans for your day?”

“Yeah! Starting my break with you!”

“I like the sound of that. How about a hearty breakfast and then…”?

“And then we decompress fully!”

“I like the sound of that!”

We went into the kitchen and I started on breakfast. Quickly, I sat a short stack of pancakes and scrapple in front of him.

“These are really good,” he said. “There’s a flavor…”

“I used almond flour and standard flour. It cuts the carbs.”

“I don’t really feel the need for syrup.”

“Good, I don’t have any. Another way to cut carbs. I use butter mostly; flavored butter if I want something more.”

“You spend a lot of time on this, don’t you?”

“I’m trying to live a healthy lifestyle as a diabetic, and that means watching how many carbs I take in. I shouldn’t overwhelm my system at any point during the day, so I find little ways to keep the overall count down. No syrup; don’t drink carbs except for alcohol and I limit that; substitute things where I can without sacrificing flavor.”

“Makes sense.”

“Plus, the exercise helps me too.”

We started cleaning up after breakfast.

“Workout or workout?” he asked.

“Workout in the gym followed by a workout in bed.”

“Works out well for me,” he said with a laugh.

I went into the bedroom and pulled on a jock.

“No shorts or t-shirt?”

“Do I really need them?”

“I guess not, but this outfit may distract me from my first workout.”

“And inspire you to get your second one!”

“There is that.”

He pulled on a jock and followed me downstairs. I started stretching.

“You do that and we’re not going to get a workout.”

“Why not?” I teased him a bit.

“I’m gonna molest you!”

“Focus on the workout, then we can get to the other workout!”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I finished up my stretching and got to work. About forty-five minutes later, I was done. I could tell he really wasn’t focused on his true workout.

I walked over to the bench where he was pressing and started spotting him, my pouch just above his eyes.

“Ten more, boy!” I encouraged.

“I’m tired.”

“Ten more!” I said and lowered my pouch closer to his nose.

“ONE!” he grunted. I let him get a good whiff and then lifted back up.

“TWO!” And again, I used my pouch as encouragement.

“THREE!” This time I moved forward a bit and let him get a good smell of my ass.”

“FOUR-TEASE!” he complained.

By the time he got to ten, my cock was hard, and I pulled it out of the pouch and dangled it down to his lips.

“Here’s your reward, boy.”

He opened and let my cock start to slide between his lips. He put his hands on my thighs and pushed me back a bit. As I moved back, he slid back onto the bench and let his head drop off. I’d seen porn of this, but never had my dick slip down a guy’s throat as he hung his head.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned as my balls came to rest on his nose.

His throat muscles started doing a number on my cock. I’d started fucking his throat, and it was a-fuckin-mazing. It wasn’t long till I was on the edge, but I wanted a piece of his ass. I pulled my cock out of his throat and Rob let out a little whimper.

“On your belly, Son.”

He quickly complied, and I got down on my hands and knees behind him. My tongue pushed through his buns and found his ass just as quickly.

I spread his cheeks with my hands and started eating his tasty hole. His moaning and whimpering let me know I was making that hole feel good.

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

I pulled back. “In time, boy. In time!”

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

I smacked his ass and renewed my rim job.

It came out as a whine, “Daddy. Fuck me! FUCK ME!”

I couldn’t deny my boy. I lifted off my knees, lined my dick with his hole, and plowed in hard!

“FUCK!” he yelped.

“You begged for it, boy!”

“I need it! I want it!”

I started fucking him hard with long, deep strokes. The problem was that his ass was too low to stand on and too high to kneel behind.

“Flip!” I ordered as I pulled out of that hot hole.

He scrambled to get on his back. I grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs up, making his ass perfect for me to drop my dick into.

I leaned into him as I fucked him hard. His dick was flopping around, leaving precum tracks all over his abs and splattering them on his chest and face. He reached up to jack his dick, but I slapped his hand away.

“Not yet, boy.”

“I’m so close!”

I found his prostrate with my dick and started rubbing it on every pull out and poking it each time I pushed in.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” he yelled. “FUCK!" he yelled as cum rained down on his abs, chest, face, and the floor behind him.

His ass clenched tight on my dick, then convulsed around it.

“Damn!” I squealed, as I flooded him with cum.

I dropped his legs as I finished up and lay on the floor next to the bench. He rolled off the bench and cuddled up next to me.

“Shower, breakfast, and then…” I started.

“An upstairs workout!” he finished.

“Sex fiend!”

“Damn right!”

We went upstairs and had a shower, taking the time to scrub all the right places. I made a hearty breakfast, and Rob helped me clean up.

“More workout?” he asked.

“I might not be completely ‘up’ for it. Hell, I’m game!”

Rob grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. We stopped at dinner time and then went back to bed.

Sunday was a quieter day. We snuggled up on the couch and watched a few movies. There was a lot of mutual touching, caressing, and such, but we’d blunted our sex drive on Saturday.

Monday morning, I woke to the stupid alarm bleeping. Well, I should say beeping, but you know what I mean. I got coffee while Rob got the shower ready.

“Thanks,” he said, before taking a big sip from the mug.

We got into the shower and helped each other clean up. It was sensual, but unfortunately, we didn’t have time for more.

I drove onto campus and pulled up to the usual drop off spot.

“Busy tonight?” I asked.

“Umm… no. No one’s around, no classes, nothing planned.”

“Busy tomorrow night?”

“No.”

“So, pack your bags for as many nights as you want to stay at my place. It’s a bit nicer than being in a dorm room all the time.”

“Deal!”

“I’ll pick you up at the usual time in front of your dorm.”

“Thanks, Dad!”

I got on the train and reflected on what I’d just done. I’d essentially asked Rob to stay with me as much as he wanted. Was I being stupid? Rob wasn’t going to be around for more than four months, so this wasn’t stupid. That’s what I told myself.

The day at work was uneventful, and the ride back out on VRE was smooth as always. I was on campus and sitting in front of Rob’s dorm at the normal time. He came out of the building with a large bag.

“You did say for as many nights as I want!”

“Yes, Sir!”

“You know, if I wasn’t moving to California in December, I’d be ready to move in!”

I chuckled at that. I honestly agreed.

“What’s on the agenda for tonight?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a work night for me. My typical is to work out, eat dinner, and watch a bit of TV. But I’m figuring that’s modified a bit.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Work out, eat dinner, snuggle up with my hot guy, decompression!”

That got him laughing hard.

Before we could continue, I pulled into the driveway and parked. We climbed out of the truck and he grabbed his bag. We walked in and I grabbed my mail as he took his bag back to the bedroom. I joined him a few moments later.

“You bring gym clothes?”

“Definitely!”

We both started to strip, and I took the time to watch.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?”

“You! I love watching your body.”

He started to blush a bit.

We both finished dressing and traipsed down to the basement.

“I love this place,” he said.

“You better! You’re the cause of it!”

With that, he just beamed.

“It’s legs for me tonight,” I said.

“You’ve got a better routine than I do. I just wing it.”

“Your body indicates that winging it works well for you!”

“Youth and good genes.”

“Yup, your youth looks good in jeans. Tight jeans!”

He burst into laughter at that.

I got started on my workout and he followed suit. Just under an hour later, I was done.

“Ready for a quick rinse off before dinner?

“Yup! But it might delay dinner.”

“I’m not particularly hungry,” I admitted.

We hurried upstairs, stripped off our gym clothes, and headed for the shower.

“You need one of these downstairs,” he commented. “We wouldn’t have to delay things.”

“I think you need some delayed gratification,” I teased.

The shower dinged that the water temperature was correct, and we stepped in. I took dispensed a little shampoo and started lathering his hair. Once done, he rinsed, and I put some conditioner in. This time, I rinsed my hands, got some bath gel, and started washing his body. He stood there quietly as my hands worked across his body. I got to his crotch and worked around his balls, lathered up his hardening dick and let my hands work deep into his ass trench.

“My turn,” he said before I could continue.

He followed the same process and we ended up standing in the shower, both with straining dicks. He reached up and pumped a good amount of conditioner from the dispenser. He swiped some of it into his ass and the rest coated my dick. Rob turned around and presented his ass to me.

“Fuck me!” he urged.

He put his hands against the shower wall, spread his legs and waited. I moved behind him and started pushing in. The conditioner did the job and I slipped in.

“That’s it,” he said quietly as I bottomed out. “Let it stay there a minute.”

I held still till he started wiggling his ass. It wasn’t a long fuck; we were both horny, and I shot quickly into his ass. I pulled out, spun him around, and engulfed his cock. It didn’t take much for him to shoot a load down my throat.

We did a quick rinse and dried off.

“Are tomato soup and grilled cheese okay for dinner?” I asked.

“Sure!”

Tuesday and Wednesday nights were a repeat of Monday’s events. I sent an email to Darryl and Phil letting them know that I wouldn’t be at karaoke on Thursday night.

Friday morning, I came out of the shower to find Rob. “Can you drop me off on campus this morning?” he asked.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I need to do some laundry.”

“Umm… there’s a laundry room downstairs.”

“Well, I wanted to pick up some different clothes. I figured I could go to the library and get something to read. Maybe walk into downtown for a bit.”

“In other words, you not being stuck by yourself in the house all day. Got it. Sure, I can drop you off.”

He got cleaned up while I got dressed. He joined me in the kitchen a few minutes later, wearing a nice pair of shorts and a polo shirt.

“Sorry it’s been so boring during the day.”

“Coulter, it’s not been bad. I get to work out, watch TV, surf the net, read; all the stuff I would be doing if I were stuck in the dorm by myself.”

I smiled.

“It’s just I wanted a little change of scenery today.”

We walked out to the truck and climbed in. I drove us over to the campus.

“What do you want to do this weekend?” I asked, as I pulled in front of his dorm.

“Hang out with you.”

“And beyond that?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Okay, I’ll put my thinking cap on.”

“Cool. See you tonight.”

He leaned across the cab of the truck and gave me a quick kiss.

Work that day was just that, work. We were mid-sprint and nothing unexpected was coming up. My brain not being fully engaged, I got to thinking about what we could do this weekend and decided I wanted to do something fun. I knew my relationship wasn’t going to last with Rob, but I could make the most of it.

I went online and searched for reasonable weekend getaways. I knew that going to the beach would be a nightmare with lots of traffic, crowds, and, at this late point, only limited hotel options. Finally, I found a room at the Jefferson Hotel in Richmond. The Victorian-era hotel was upscale and would put us in a good location for whatever we wanted to get into for the weekend.

My boss walked by my cubicle.

“Do you mind if I head out early today? I want to beat some of the traffic.”

“No worries,” she said. “Enjoy one of the last weekends of summer!”

“Thanks!”

I grabbed my phone and typed a text.

‘Can I pick you up early?’

‘Sure… what’s up?’

‘Got the afternoon off and wanna escape.’

‘Sure.’

I shut down my laptop, packed my messenger bag and pulled up Lyft on my phone. I wouldn’t be able to get back by train until much later in the day. The driver pulled up in front of our office about five minutes later, and I was out at the train station by noon.

‘Fifteen minutes, in front of dorm?’

‘Deal.’

I was sitting in front of Rob’s dorm when he walked out.

“Hey!”

“Hey, handsome!”

I put the truck in drive and headed home.

“What’s up?”

“I thought we’d get away for the weekend. Do something fun.”

“Umm…”

“You’re a college student and don’t have an unlimited bank account. I know. Let Dad take care of things.”

“Hmm… you’re my sugar daddy now?”

I had to laugh at that.

“Let’s just say, I’m going to spoil you rotten this weekend!”

“Woo hoo…”

As we walked into the house, he asked, “What do I need to pack.”

“Shorts, polos, t-shirts, swim trunks, maybe one nice pair of slacks and one nice shirt.”

“Where are we going, if you don’t mind my asking.”

“Richmond. I figured going to the beach at this point would be insane. I got us a room at the Jefferson and figured we could explore the capital.”

“Cool. I’ve never been to Richmond.”

“Pack. I want to beat the worst of the traffic out of town on I-95.”

I grabbed my big duffle bag and stuffed in more than I would ever use. Once packed, I went into the kitchen to see what I had in the fridge. I grabbed fresh fruit, cheese, and other stuff and put it in my lunch cooler. I quickly filled two jugs of water and had them ready.

“I’m packed!” Rob announced.

“Why don’t you put our bags in the back seat of the truck. I’ll be right out.”

I checked a few things and hurried out.

We were on I-95 a bit after one and headed south.

“Damn, traffic is thick,” Rob commented.

“But it’s moving. In an hour or two, this will be a parking lot.”

We talked about inane things at first.

“I’ve never been to Richmond,” Rob said. “What’s it like.”

“Hmmm… southern, but not deep south. It wasn’t devastated in the Civil War. There was damage, mostly self-inflicted, when the evacuation occurred in front of General Lee. The Confederates burned stockpiles and the fires spread. It was mostly the business district, so the residential areas were spared. Hmmm… the Fan District is a cool residential area with a lot of neat shops. There’s the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, which houses a collection of Fabergé items. The botanical gardens, Carytown, and the Canal Walk could be fun. Lots of history. We could do some kayaking on the James River if you want something more active. Hell, we don’t have to leave the hotel if you don’t want to. There’s even an indoor pool.”

“Sounds like we’re gonna have fun!”

 We got to the hotel at three-thirty and got to the room rapidly.

“That’s a cool building,” Rob said, looking out the window. “Wonder what it is.”

“I think it’s a church. Wanna take a walk?”

“Sure.”

We left the hotel and discovered that the cool building was the Metropolitan African American Baptist Church. We walked along Main Street until we came abreast of the Capitol grounds. We walked around the Capitol and then down to Shockoe Slip.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Not really. I ate that apple as we were leaving the hotel.”

“Fair enough. We can hit the Edgar Allen Poe Museum, or the White House of the Confederacy, or anything else you’d like tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.”

“Let’s head up Broad Street back towards the hotel.”

We’d walked over two miles when we got back.

“Now I’m hungry,” he explained.

“Let’s see what’s around.”

I was laying on my stomach on the bed with my tablet. Rob snuggled in close as I started searching.

“Barcode sounds fun,” Rob admitted.

“Yeah, glad to see that a gay bar and restaurant can survive for years in a smaller, southern city. I wouldn’t have believed it when I was younger.”

“That’s right, you grew up around here.”

“More like 250 miles southwest of here. We were closer to Winston-Salem, Roanoke, or the TriCities, area of Tennessee than Richmond. Over dinner, you’re going to have to explain to me how a boy from Elizabethtown, Kentucky ended up at GMU.”

“Let’s walk.”

We left the room, took the elevator down, and walked out. As we headed to the restaurant, he started to explain.

“Why I’m at GMU is easy. I wanted to go into design. I’d always liked drawing; had taken a bit of drafting in high school; it all made sense. Dad wouldn’t hear of it. If he’s paying for college, then I need a respectable career. Mason has a great economics department so, I picked that. It got me far enough away from home that I only must go for Christmas and summer vacation. It was close enough to DC that I knew I could be gay. Plus, there was no one on campus that knew me, so no reports getting back to Dad.”

He paused as we got to one intersection. He must have seen the scowl on my face.

“I took my first economics class and my professor really got me into it. I honestly love the stuff. I decided to get my master’s degree even. After I get my career going, I might try to get some design classes. But for now, I’m happy.”

“That’s good.”

We got to the restaurant and the host found us a table.

“Welcome,” the waiter said as he got to our table. “What would you like for drinks?”

“Rum and diet Coke for me,” I said.

“What do you have on tap?” Rob asked.

The waiter provided the list and Rob selected.

“I’ll need to see your ID.” Rob showed him his driver’s license and the waiter smiled. “Appetizers?”

“Crab cake sliders,” I said.

“BBQ sliders,” Rob said.

“Sounds good. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

The waiter dropped off our drinks, took our main course order, and then a short while later showed up with the sliders.

“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how long have you two been together. You look so comfortable, but there’s something else…”

“About two months,” Rob said.

“Wow. I would have though two years easily.”

“Thanks,” we said in unison.

After dinner, we hung out at the bar for a while and then headed back to the hotel.

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“What do you want to do today?” I asked between bites of my breakfast.

“What about kayaking.”

“Sounds good. Let’s check what’s available.”

Rob grabbed his phone and did a quick search.

“There’s flat water paddling starting at noon today. It’s two hours out on the water.”

“Could be fun.”

“Hmmm… I’m not sure I wanna tie up half a day on this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hour before, two hours in the water, and probably an hour after, so four hours right in the middle of the day.”

“Okay, so alternatives?”

“Let’s do the Poe Museum, then the White House of the Confederacy. We can tour John Marshall’s House, if we want. Then we can come back, refresh a bit, and head up to the Fan District and enjoy some time walking around.”

“Sounds like you did some research.”

“Yeah. I was awake about thirty minutes before you, so I checked things out.”

“Good!”

We followed his itinerary for the day, and I had a blast. It was just plain nice hanging with him. The thing I started to realize was that he shared his perspective on things; but he didn’t try to shove it down my throat and make me agreed.

Over dinner in a little place in the Fan District, we talked about all the history we’d seen. The impacts and legacy of the Civil War, the writings of Poe, and more. We walked back to the hotel, and I asked the concierge about reservations for brunch in the hotel’s dining room the next morning.

“Wanna go out?” I asked.

“Not really, we did so much today. I’m a bit worn down.”

“Too tired for sex?”

“Never!”

We started stripping down and climbed into bed. It was early, only a bit after nine, but like Rob, I was a bit worn down.

He rolled over on top of me and started kissing. I wrapped my arms around him and held tightly, this felt good!

After a few minutes he pushed free and started nibbling, licking, and kissing down my body. By the time he got to my crotch, my dick was standing tall. Rob licked around the base before running his tongue up the shaft. He moved his body between my legs and treated my cock like a lollipop. By this point, I was leaking precum like a fountain and he kept lapping it up.

“Spin around,” I said.

He pivoted his body and dangled his dick above my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and lapped up the precum oozing from it.

I lifted my head and started sucking the head.

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned.

He lowered down a bit so I could envelope more of his cock. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled him down more, getting the entire thing down my throat. He had me buried in his as well.

I sucked his cock for a while but wanted more. I pushed on his ass a bit and he obliged, positioning himself so I could eat his hole.

He lifted off my cock and said, “Get me primed good, Daddy!”

I took him at his word and used a finger on either side to give my tongue better access. I pushed lots of spit into his hole as I ate that tasty fucker. After about ten minutes, he had my cock as spit slicked as I headed for his hole. He lifted off me, pivoted around and sat on my dick.

He used his muscular legs to lift, pivot, and drop in an amazing manner. His hole would grip and loosen on my cock, milking it as he moved. He leaned over and started kissing me as his hole worked my shaft. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me. He let his ass rest down on my dick as we kissed.

I pushed up and flipped him onto his back with his legs on my shoulders.

“That was some gymnastics,” he said after we were in position.

I started fucking his ass with long, hard, deep strokes.

“Pound me, daddy!”

“My ass, son!”

“That’s it, daddy! Fuck me!”

He started moaning as I pumped harder.

“FUCK!” he groaned as his cock shot cum across his chest.

His hole tightened around my cock and triggered my explosion into his hole.

Once done, I leaned forward and kissed him.

“You’re amazing,” he said, looking up at me.

“It takes two to make those explosions, boy!” I growled back at him.

“Wanna clean up?”

“I’ll grab a towel.”

We cleaned up, curled up, and quickly fell asleep.

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After brunch, we drove out to Short Pump to hit a few stores, like Dillard’s, that weren’t available in Northern Virginia. I found a couple shirts, some shorts, and a tie I liked, all on clearance. Being different from the DC area, I wouldn’t see myself coming and going.

We grabbed a sandwich before hitting the road north.

“Crap,” Rob said, as I slowed my speed.

“Yeah, this is typical. I-95 backs up almost every Sunday afternoon. The big question is how far south you will be.”

“And our answer is Fredericksburg.”

“Yup!”

“Can we pull off somewhere?” He asked. “I need to take a wicked piss.”

“Well, if you put it that way. Sure! I don’t want you getting the seat wet,” I laughed.

I pulled off at the next exit and pulled up to the pump at Wawa.

“I’m gonna fill up while you drain.”

“Funny!”

He ran into the store, and I got started. I was about three-quarters full when Rob ran back up.

“Your turn.”

“Here are the keys; pull into a space when you’re done.”

“Uh, okay,” I heard him call toward me as I headed into the store.

I did the needful and headed back out. I looked around the lot and finally found Rob parked about as far as you could get from the store.

“Anti-social?” I asked, with a laugh.

“Huh? No! I’ve never driven anything this big before.”

“Oh, sorry. Wanna drive it the rest of the way for practice?”

“No. It’s bumper to bumper out there. I’m gonna be a good city boy and drive something small!”

“I guess it’s the farm boy in me, big boy toys!”

I climbed into the driver’s seat and got us back on the road. It took us another two hours to crawl our way up I-95 and assorted roads to my place.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/19/2023