Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2018 00:20:36 -0800 From: Karl Friend Subject: Putting On Some Muscle Part 13 This story deals with m/b sex. If that offends you please stop reading RIGHT NOW. It will save both of us headaches. First let me say that I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter out. I've been building it in my head for a while. Because it takes a turn few of you probably saw coming I wanted to think it all out first. I'm glad so many people have emailed asking for a new chapter. I enjoy hearing from those of you that enjoy my stories. And for those of you that don't. Fuck off. Go write your own. I know that most of you are aware that Nifty survives on donations. I contribute my stories but I've also contributed cold-hard cash. Nifty is one of the few places where you can go and still find some good stories. I, for one, hope it doesn't go away. Now, to the legalish part. If you're under the age of consent in your town, city, hamlet or grove, please stop reading this now. This is adult entertainment. PUTTING ON SOME MUSCLE Pt 13 Rick couldn't believe what he'd heard. He looked harder into the steam. There, sitting on one of the ceramic tiers was his son. His little boy. The kid was staring up at his dad with shock and some fear. "What the fuck!", he said as he looked at Sal and Carl. "This is my kid!" Sal, not realizing he was going to get this reaction from Rick, suddenly didn't think this was going to be as fun as he'd hoped. He saw Rick's face tense up and Rick said, "Ricky, go get your clothes on." Rick watched as his little boy went skittering by. He felt the smooth little body slide against his body in an effort to get out. And what the fuck? Did the kid have cum on his face? It was too much. He looked over at Sal and, for the first time, noticed Carson sitting there. He looked scared as shit. It was probably that little son of a bitch that brought him here. Rick knew he had to leave. If he didn't he was going to kick someone's ass. He turned around to walk out and felt Sal's hand on his back. He spun around so fast Sal just put his hands up in surrender and stepped back. As Rick left the steamroom he heard Sal yell, "The kid knew what he was doing." Rick wanted to go back and punch the shit out of all of them. How could they have done this to his little boy. Well, he wasn't exactly a "boy" anymore. He'd started to fill out a little since they'd been going to the gym. During one of their shower sessions he had noticed that his son's balls had started to drop. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," Rick thought to himself. He walked toward the lockers and saw that Ricky already had most of his clothes on. Rick calmed down a little when he saw how upset Ricky was. He stepped up behind him and put his hand on Ricky's shoulder. Ricky flinched and started to pull away. "I'm sorry dad. I didn't know you would be here," he said and Rick saw Ricky's eyes start to tear up. "I was just curious and wanted to see what the steam room was like," Ricky said as his voice quivered. "Son," Rick said looking down at his son. "I hope you weren't forced to do something you didn't want to do." Ricky turned and looked at his dad. His dad was still in a towel. If he hadn't been so scared he would have been excited to see the main man of his life in just a towel. Rick sensed Ricky's eyes on him. At first he felt uncomfortable but then started thinking back to all the times Ricky would stare at his pecker when they would shower. It started to make more sense. Rick felt his dick start to chub up. "Shit. This is my son." He pulled the towel off and reached over to the locker that Carl had obviously planned on having for the two of them. He could feel his son's eyes locked onto his dick. He stood there a little longer than he normally would have, letting the boy, who he'd created with his own sperm, have a little bit of a look. Rick shook himself back to the present. Oh fuck, what if he said something to his mother. He was supposed to be out of town. He pulled on his pants and shirt. He slipped on his sneakers without worrying about socks. Ricky was standing there now looking more upset than scared. "Grab your stuff. We're gonna leave," Rick said as he grabbed his bag. As they were heading toward the door they saw Sal walking toward them. "Look, Rick..." Sal started. "Sal. I've always considered you a friend but attempting to rape my kid crosses a line. I outta kick your ass. I'm too mad to even talk about it," Rick said looking at Sal. Sal looked at Rick with a look of contempt. "Fuck you," Sal said. "We weren't trying to rape him. I just figured after the show he and Carson put on last night on the webcam he'd want to see the real thing." Rick looked over at Ricky who now looked like he was going to throw up. "What the fuck are you talking about?", Rick said when he looked back at Sal. Sal just looked at him and said, "Well. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Then he turned and walked back toward the steam room. For the first time he stopped and thought about what he'd seen in the steam room. Ricky certainly didn't look like he was being forced into anything. Rick sat down on the bench. He looked over at Ricky who was standing as still as a statue. He patted the seat next to him indicating for Ricky to sit and said, "They weren't forcing you do anything in there were they?" Ricky wasn't sure how to answer. He was afraid his dad would hate him if he said he wanted to do more. So he just stood there looking at the floor. He walked over and took the seat next to his dad. Rick put his arm around him. "I'm not mad at you Ricky. It's just that you're my little boy," he said and chuckled a little. "Well, I guess you're not really a little boy anymore." He pulled his boy closer and gave him a sideways hug. Ricky felt the arm move around his shoulder and knew he wasn't in a lot of trouble. But he was afraid his dad would say something to his mom. Mom would have a fit. "Fuck," Rick said. He looked through his gym bag and then said, "Carl drove. I don't have my car." "How come Carl drove?", Ricky asked. He couldn't figure out why Carl came to his house since it was out of he way from the gym. "What do you say we get an Uber and head out," Rick said, avoiding the question. As they started out the door he heard the kid behind the desk say, "Oh cool. I thought I was in trouble but I see you found your kid." Rick looked over at the teen as just smiled. "Yup. Found my kid." Damn, Rick thought. He was supposed to be out of own until tomorrow. He couldn't show up at the house without the car and with his son in tow. He had his phone so he called an Uber. As they waited Rick said, "Well, your mom isn't expecting me back until tomorrow. What do you say we have a guys night. We'll stay at that new hotel downtown and it'll just be you and me." Rick was glad that Ricky seemed to enjoy that idea. When the car pulled up they both got in and Rick said to the driver, "We've had a little change in direction. How about we just go over to the Omni Hotel and you keep the difference." The Uber driver seemed to be good with that and they headed to the hotel. Neither one of them said anything on the ride over. Rick looked over and saw a big grin on Ricky's face. Ricky couldn't believe he was going to have his dad for the whole day and night. They hung out sometimes but this time it would just be the two of them. He was so excited. He didn't want to say too much in case his dad changed his mind. When they got to the hotel Ricky stood next to his dad feeling so proud his dad wanted to spend time with him. His dad checked them in and said,"Well son. It seems like we'll be on our own for lunch and dinner. Let's go up to the room and figure things ou from there. Ricky watched as his dad took the key card from the guy at he desk. He noticed the man at the counter looking at him with a smile. "Boys night out," the clerk said with no hint of suspicion. "Yup. I decided it was time for me to spend a little time with my son. They grow up so fast," Rick said as he ruffled Ricky's hair. Ricky pulled away a little and laughed. His dad was the coolest guy around. "No luggage?", the clerk asked. A little panic struck when Rick realized they didn't have any. Ricky piped in holding up the two gym bags, "No. I'm just carrying it all." Rick looked over at his son who just gave him a sly smile. Rick smiled at Ricky and gave him a wink. As they rode the elevator up Ricky looked over at his dad. He was wondering if he was gonna see him naked again. Rick felt Ricky's eyes on him again. He looked in the mirrored doors as his son stood and stared at him. Ricky seemed especially interesed in Rick's crotch. Ricky then realized his dad was watching him in he mirror and felt his face go hot. Before Rick even thought about what he was doing he put his hand on his crotch and gave it a small squeeze. Ricky could feel his heart speed up. He wasn't sure he'd seen what he thought he saw. Then he watched as the hand reached down and actually tugged a little at the fabric. Ricky felt like all the blood was rushing from his head and down to his hard peter. Rick could feel the sexual tension building. He kept reminding himself that this was not just any random male. This was his son. His son who had just turned 12. Ricky leaned into his dad. When he saw his daddy looking at him in the mirrored doors he felt his heart go all warm. ************************************** I watched as my daddy put the key in the door and I could hardly wait. Once the door opened I ran into the room and fell down on one of the beds. My dad, I couldn't really call him daddy anymore 'cause I'm not a baby, let the door close. He had a serious look on his face. I looked over at him. He sat on the other bed and looked at me more seriously than he had in a long time. "Now Ricky," he said as he looked at me. "I'm not sure what happened back there at the gym. I'm not sure I want to know. You're almost a teenager now. You're going to start having some changes happening to your body." Daddy, I mean Dad, looked down at the floor and when he looked back up he looked right into my eyes. "Son, you're going to begin to have urges. Sometimes these, um, urges will cause certain emotions. I just want to make sure none of those men back there did anything to hurt you." I looked at him and then at the floor. "No daddy, I mean dad, they didn't hurt me. In fact I sorta liked it." I looked up at him and he was smiling. He leaned forward and said in a soft voice, "You can still call me daddy. Just because you're getting older doesn't mean I'm not your daddy." I let out a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding. He brought our foreheads together and I felt like he was gonna kiss me. I started to lean up but then he pulled away. I was afraid I did something wrong but he was smiling at me. "Well sport, what do you say we have some food. It's almost lunch time," he said looked around like he wasn't sure what to do. Then it was back to me and daddy again. Like always. "I saw a hot wings spot down the street. How 'bout we head over there and grab some," he said as he stood up. I shook my head excitedly as we started getting ready to go out. Daddy picked up his gym bag and dug around. "I need to find my socks," he looked down and pulled up his pants legs a little to show his bare ankles. We both laughed as he pulled out a pair from the gym bag and pulled them on. I peeked in and saw his jock strap. It made me really excited. Daddy saw me looking and smiled like he knew something I didn't. We went to lunch. Daddy already had 3 beers, which he never does, and was talking kinda funny. We were sitting in a booth toward the back of the restaurant. It wasn't very busy. I looked over at daddy and thought how handsome he looked. He caught me looking and just winked. I got the butterfly feeling in my stomach again. All of a sudden daddy's cell phone rang. He looked at it. I could tell he was thinking of not answering it but he looked up at me and sighed. He said hello to whoever was on the other end. "Look. I know I over reacted but you have to admit it freaked me out that my son was sitting there with you guys. Especially you. You'd kill my kid with that thing." He laughed a little and explained there were no hard feelings. Then he told whoever was on the other end, by now I figured it was Sal but wasn't sure, that since we weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow we were going to stay at the hotel. Daddy was quiet for a while. He looked up at me and smiled. All he said was "We'll see... If he wants to... Hell yeah, I think it should be his dad..." He laughed again but it was kinda sneaky, said goodbye and hung up. "Who was that?", I asked sheepishly. "That was your buddy Sal," he said. He took another drink of his 4th beer, looked me in the eye and said in a husky voice, "You know. The one with the big cock." I felt my face get hot. He gave me an evil grin and said, "Yeah. That's a big cock, isn't it." I just nodded slowly. "Bet what you don't know is that your daddy's cock isn't as long but it's thicker." I couldn't believe my daddy was talking to me like this. He held up the bottle of beer he was drinking. He held the neck of the bottle and tilted the end toward me. I wasn't quite sure what he was doing. "Wrap you hands around the bottom of the bottle," he said. He had a look in his eyes I didn't recognize and a crooked smile on his face. I did as he said. As I held the bottle he started to push the bottle in and out between my hands. My eyes grew wide with understanding. He snickered and said, "Yeah. That's what your daddy's working with." I held my hands up and around the bottle while he kept working it back and forth. I was hypnotized by the motion. The spell was broken when daddy looked over my shoulder right before the waitress came up. "You want another coke," she said looking at me. I looked over at daddy. "Nah. We'll just take the check," he said as he sat down the beer. She sat down the check and I started to get up. Daddy stopped me. "I think we may need to wait a second," he said. I watched as he adjusted his pants. There was a noticible bulge. After a couple more minutes he seemed like he was ready. We went to the counter and paid the check and daddy handed me some money to put on the table as a tip. I went back to the table and all I could see was the bottle sitting on the table. I was hoping I was going to be able to find out if daddy was going to show me his trick with the real thing. I could tell daddy was nervous as we walked back to the hotel. He kept looking straight ahead. I reached up and grabbed his hand. He jumped a little. Then looked down at me and took my hand. I hadn't realized how much bigger daddy's hands were until then. We got to the hotel and we got into the elevator. I could see dadddy looking at me in the reflection of the metal doors. We got to the room and daddy let us both in. When we got inside daddy went over to the little refridgerator and took one of the little bottles of some kind of brown liquid. He looked really nervous. He said with a shakey voice that didn't sound anything like I'd ever heard before, "I need to get some ice. I'll be back in a minute." I sat and waited. Then, I don't know why, but I got up and took off all my clothes. I climbed under the covers and waited for daddy to come back. I was starting to think it may have been a bad idea when I heard the lock on the door click. I wished I hadn't take off all my clothes. Maybe daddy would be mad at me. I pulled the blankets up under my chin. At first daddy didn't even look at me. He put some ice in a glass and poured the stuff from the bottle in. Then he took another glass and put some coke in it and just a little bit of the liquor. He said over his shoulder, his voice was shaking, "I thought you might like to try some grown up stuff." When he turned around he froze. I could see that he was trying to figure out what I was doing. Then he looked down at my clothes and said, "Jesus" really softly. He came over to the bed and sat my drink on the nightstand. He looked at my naked shoulders. He handed me the glass and said, "Take a drink of this. It's whiskey and Coke." I did as he said and immediately wanted to spit it out. "Just swallow it," he said softly. "The next drink will taste better." I was hoping there wouldn't be another drink. He ran his hand up my arm and ran the back of his hand against my cheek. I couldn't help it. I leaned into his hand. Daddy took another drink from his glass and said I should have another drink. It didn't taste as bad as the first one. Daddy put his glass on the nightstand and I saw that it was empty. He stood up and I watched his muscle-y arms. He looked at me again. He didn't look like he usually did. "Finish that up," he said as he pulled his shirt over his head. I could feel a warmness running through my body and I felt a little light headed. Daddy walked over to the window and pulled the curtains closed. It made the room really dark. There was light coming from the bathroom. I watched as daddy walked across the room. He looked over at me and said, "I need to jump in the shower real quick." When he said real quick he meant "real quick". I heard the shower running and I wasn't sure what to do. I was feeling really light headed now. When he came out of the bathroom it was hard to see him because the light was coming from behind him. He got in the bed on the opposite side. He was carrying something but I couldn't tell what it was. He put it on the nightstand. When he stepped away from the light I saw that his wiener was sticking out and it was REALLY hard and big. I felt a little afraid but also very sexy. I knew that the whiskey was the thing that was making me a little dizzy. I was laying on my back with my head on the pillow not sure what to do. Daddy rolled over and moved over me like he was going to do a push-up. I could feel his wiener against my leg. It felt hot. Then daddy propped himself over my body on his elbows. Daddy put more of his weight on my body but it wasn't all of it. It felt really good. I could feel the hairs on his legs and chest. I could smell the whiskey he was drinking. He ground his hips a little. Because of the size difference his weiner was poking at my knees. I felt him push his legs between mine and push them apart. Then he leaned down and kissed me. Not like he usually kissed me. I wasn't sure what to do so I kissed him back. It got him more excited. I felt his tongue push its way into my mouth. I opened my mouth and his tongue slid in even further. I matched his every move. His mouth left mine and he moaned into my ear, "Oh baby. Daddy has wanted to do this for a while now." I reached down between us and felt for his big wiener. When I found it I said, "Wow daddy. Your wiener is REALLY big." He growled into my ear, "Baby that's not a wiener. That's a cock. A man's cock. Your daddy's cock." The more naughtier words he said the more excited I got. "Can you say that?", he panted. "Can you say you want to feel your daddy's cock?" The whiskey was really making me light headed now. I felt myself get bolder. I said softly, "I want to feel your cock." "Say it louder," he growled against my ear. "I want my daddy's cock," I said really loud and then I decided to add my own words. "I want to feel daddy's hard cock. I want to suck on daddy's hard cock." That last part seemed to take him off guard. He pulled up a little so he could look at me. For a second I thought I'd done something wrong. Then a big grin came on his face. "So you want to suck on daddy's cock, huh." I nodded. Feeling braver I said, "I want you to shoot your cum in my mouth." Daddy groaned and started kissing my neck really hard. I could feel his whiskers on my shoulder. He started grinding harder. I could feel wetness between us. Daddy was rubbing his wiener, I mean "cock" against me. Then daddy used his knees to spread my legs. I felt his cock rubbing against my little hairless wiener. "Fuck baby," he groaned even louder. "I'm not going to last very long." I wasn't sure what he meant but suddenly he got and put his knees on either side of me and close up so his cock was close to my face. He was stroking it really fast. "Open your mouth," he commanded. I did as he said and suddenly there was a flood of hot gooey cum shooting at my face. Most of it went in my mouth but he was too excited to control his aim. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!", he said as I watched what seemed to be a giant cannon shooting at my face. He sat there with one hand gripping the head board and the other around his cock. He was looking down at me. He looked like he wasn't sure what to do next. I looked at him in the eyes and reached up and took his still dripping cock in my hands (they barely fit) and licked the head of it. I continued lick so I could get every last drop out of it. Finally it got to be too much. Daddy threw back his head and hissed, "I'm sorry baby. It's too sensitive right now." He pryed my fingers away and I felt a little cheated. "Are we gonna do more?" "Oh you fuckin' better believe it. Daddy just needs a little time to recharge. I'm sorry I didn't last very long. I've been wanting to do that since we first showered together at the gym." He flopped down on his back and pulled me close to him. He noticed some stray cum on my cheeks and used his finger to scoop it up. He pushed his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it really hard and moaned loud. Daddy laughed a little. All of a sudden he pulled me back and got a concerned look on his face. "You liked that didn't you?" "Yes daddy," I said as I snuggled into him. Even though he showered I could still smell the slight musk of his arm pits. I ran my hand down his stomach and tried to wrap my hand around his half hard cock. It was too big. He started rubbing my back. "Oh yeah baby, we're gonna do a lot more." As he stroked my back and I fell asleep. ************************************************************** I hope you liked this lastest chapter. If you didn't you don't need to tell me about it. I only want enthusiasm. It's what keeps me motivated. A few guys have written me telling me how much they like the story and a few of their own experiences. I really try to answer my emails promptly because I'm always grateful for the responses. If I haven't written you back it's because I haven't had the chance, but I will. If you haven't stumbled across the them yet look for the series "Bare Naked Giant". It's well written and I think most of my readers will enjoy it.