Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 16:37:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Paul Mendenhall Subject: Daddy's New Boy Part Two Jake wasn't quite sure how he felt about Daddy's new boy, John. A little jealous, for sure. There was a time when he himself had been Daddy's favorite, and he looked back on those times as the best in his life, so far. Daddy had taken him under his wing when he was fourteen, when he was a five-foot-six, one hundred-twenty pound stick of a boy. By the time he was eighteen he had become a five-foot-ten, two hundred pound man, and Daddy had moved on to other boys, as was his way. Jake had gone on to college, gaining fifty more pounds of beef and a degree in exercise physiology along the way. He had recently returned to his hometown and Daddy had offered him a job as trainer and assistant manager at "Daddy's Gym," an offer he leapt at. It was a real ego trip to be the big man in his old haunt, to be the idol of the boys who trained there. He loved the way they stared at his body when he trained, or even when he was just strutting through the weight room. He had busted his ass to build that muscle, and he knew he deserved their admiration. Still, he felt a pang when he thought of the closeness Daddy and John shared, something that was now missing from his own life. John seemed to have accomplished something no other boy had ever done: won Daddy's exclusive, and apparently eternal, devotion. On his eighteenth birthday, he moved into Daddy's house, and for all intents and purposes was his boy-wife. Jake suspected this had to do with the fact that, despite John's changing physique, he retained a boyish quality that kept him in Daddy's affections in a way no other boy had ever managed. These thoughts were going through Jake's mind as he scanned the gym from behind the office window. The usual panorama of teen boys at various stages of development, all lifting, spotting, encouraging, supporting. It warmed his heart to see it. God, boys were great. Just then a small voice interrupted his thoughts. "Uh...excuse me...sir?" Jake turned to see a small figure in the doorway, a boy who looked to be no more than eleven. "What can I do for you, son?" "My brother John said that Daddy would give me a free membership, and I should see you to set it up. If you're Jake...?" "That's me. You're John Sutton's bro?" "Yes sir." Jake perused the small figure. There was no denying he was cute as fuck, just like John, with the same rosy, soft skin, long eyelashes, and innocent quality. "You know that we don't allow anyone under the age of fourteen to train here, right? Insurance issues." "I just turned fourteen, sir. I know I don't look it, but...that's one reason I want to start training." Jake was embarrassed. Of course the kid was of age, or John wouldn't have sent him. "OK kid. I just need you to fill-out some paperwork and then I'll show you around." The boy sat at Jake's desk and started to write. Jake read over his shoulder. Jason was his name. As he looked down at the small frame, he felt a feeling stirring that was new to him. Something protective...paternal. Fishing, Jake asked: "Does your father train, Jason?" "I guess John didn't tell you. Our dad died right after I was born. It's just Mom and us; well, just Mom and me, now that John has moved-out. And she works nights, so it gets pretty lonely. That's another reason I'm here." "Well, I'm sure you'll make lots of friends here, Jason." The boy turned and looked into Jake's eyes. "Will you be my friend?" There was a sweet directness to the way this was asked that made Jake's heart skip a beat. "Yeah, Jason. I will." The boy smiled and handed Jake the papers. The next hour was spent setting Jason up on a basic program, taking him through the movements, teaching him proper form, and so on. Jake was impressed by the boy's concentration, and how quickly he learned. He was going to be a pleasure to train. And at that moment he realized he was going to take this boy under his wing, train him, teach him everything that Daddy had taught him years before. "Everything?" he thought. Jason looked so small, so vulnerable. Was it right to introduce him to the powerful dynamics of man-boy sex? Was it even possible? Regarding the two of them in the mirror, Jake had never before felt so huge. His hulking traps filled the scoop collar of his ragtop completely. His massive upper arms sat on top of his flaring lats like two pythons ready to squeeze the life out of their prey. The still-small waist on top of glutes, hams and quads so developed he had more of a waddle than a walk. Even the bulge of his package was outlandish. All this, set next to the image of the barely pubescent boy next to him, was a study in contrasts. There was no denying the image was getting him hot; especially when he noticed Jason eyeing his basket with a look that seemed to be a mixture of fear, curiosity and excitement. By the time they had finished, the gym had cleared-out and it was closing time. Jason volunteered to help lock the doors, turn out the lights, and so on. As they stood awkwardly at the last door, Jake said: "Uh, I'd offer to walk you home, but...I'm staying here for a while in the back room, until I can afford my own place." "That's OK." Jason was toeing the floor, looking down. "I don't have to go. Like I said, there's no one at my house anyway at night." "You wanna see my room?" Jake realized how juvenile this sounded as soon as it left his lips, but he was feeling pretty boyish at that moment, not sure how to proceed. "Sure!" Jason answered. The "back room" was a storage room with a single bed and a rack for Jake's clothes. There was also a full-length mirror on one wall where the competitive bodybuilders could practice their posing routines. The lighting consisted of a bare bulb on the ceiling. "It's not much, but it works for now." "I think it's neat!" Jason enthused. Only a teen boy would consider this living arrangement cool. "What's the mirror for?" "Posing." "Show me?" Jason sat on the bed, and watched as Jake peeled off his shirt. An involuntary gasp escaped his lips as the full magnificence of Jake's torso was revealed. Jake began hitting poses, looking in the mirror at first, but soon turning and doing them all for the boy's benefit. "Oh wow...awesome..." Jake paused for a moment, considering whether he dared make his next move. But he was too excited to stop now, and he dropped his gym baggies, standing before the awestruck boy in just a sweaty jockstrap. The pouch was strained by his engorging meat and his bull-balls, and the top of his dark bush spilled over the waistband. He hit a leg-and-ab pose, and Jason groaned. Jake knew he had him if he wanted him...and boy, did he want him! A kind of revelation came over Jake at that moment. This was what Daddy had been training him for all along. Not to become a perpetual daddy's boy, but to become a daddy himself, to take-on the responsibility for nurturing young boys into manhood, the way he had done for him. He knew now who he was, what he wanted, and the knowledge took away the last of his reticence. "Stand up, son" he said commandingly. Jason stood, and Jake quickly peeled his T-shirt and shorts from him, leaving him in a pair of tighty-whities that did nothing to hide his teen boner. Jake turned his back to Jason and grabbed his hands, bring them around his chest so they rested on his pecs, his skinny arms stretched tightly around him. "Check this out." He drew in a deep breath, expanding his ribcage to its maximum size. "Wow," Jason breathed softly into his back. "Not done yet kid." He then spread his lats out wider and wider until Jason's hands had slid outward onto his nipples. As a final touch he flexed his pecs. "Whaddaya think of that?" "God...you're so huge, sir!" "That's right, baby. You love all this beef don'tcha?" As if in response, he felt Jason's boner flex between his glutes, which he squeezed, producing a groan from his boy. Turning around, Jake wrapped his arms around the boy's torso, and flexed his huge man-melons up and down against his skinny chest. Jason sighed and began to lick-up the sweat that was running down between the pecs, working his way lower as the big pillows of muscle engulfed his face. Soon he had wrapped his lips around one of Jake's downward pointing nipples and was nursing on it like a calf at his mother's teat. "Aw, yeah, feed on me, boy! Suck on those big tits!" Overwhelmed with a sense of his own power and magnificence, Jake brought his arms up in a two-gun salute. Jason stared up at him in adoration. "Pull that strap down, boy." Jason hooked his fingers behind the straining waistband and pulled, slowly revealing the dark curls, then inch after inch of thick cock-meat. Finally the big plum-colored head appeared, and, freed from its confinement, the whole staff rose majestically before him. Jake stepped out of the jock and stood before the worshipping boy. He felt as though his whole life had been building to this moment. He had never felt so free, so powerful. Putting his hands under Jason's armpits, he picked the boy up and placed him on the floor in front of the mirror. He then began to pose, eyes locked to his own incredible body and the mighty rod that arced out before it. Sweat dripped from his testes onto Jason's upturned face. The boy moaned and kissed one of the huge eggs. "Fuck yeah! Lick those fuckers! Suck 'em!" Jason managed to stretch his mouth around one of the big orbs, and sucked, licked and slobbered all over it, frantic for the taste and feel of his man's balls. Jake's turgid rod lay heavily on his face, his pounding heartbeat spasming through it. Jake hit a front lat-spread, sweat pouring down his wings from the exposed armpits. "Get that other nut in there!" Jason tried, but it was just too much. Jake reached down and pushed against the testicle with one of his fingers, forcing it into the boy's over-stretched orifice. Jason's cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk's, and he groaned with the pleasure of being so full of the source of this awesome stud's power and size. Jake raised one biceps to his face and began to lick, worshipping his own glory. The smell of his sweat filled his senses and as he watched the scene in the mirror - his body, his huge dong, the beautiful boy on his knees sucking his nuts, those pretty pink lips kissing the root of his meat - it all became too much, and a violent orgasm overtook him. At the same moment, Jason began to shake and moan, and his boy-juice shot onto Jake's feet, an offering for his god. Thick gouts of jizz shot out of Jake's huge phallus with amazing force, coating the mirror, his own love-offering to himself. His knees buckled, and he collapsed on top of Jason, smothering the boy with two hundred fifty pounds of sweat-soaked meat. When they had both recovered their senses somewhat, Jake told Jason to clean up their mess, and he went to the bed and fell into it, more deeply satisfied than he could ever remember being. He glanced over at the boy, and realized he was lapping his semen off the mirror with his tongue. Jake had meant to use a towel or something, but this was better; oh yeah, much better. Soon Jason had joined him in bed, and was giving him a tongue-bath, licking-up the sweat he had generated in their worship session. As he watched the boy sucking at his deep pits, he knew that he was home, and that this lad was going to be his for years to come. Always? Well, if he took after his big brother...maybe so.