Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2011 16:43:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Dad, Jim, and Me 2 Well, as you can guess by the time it's taken for me to write Chapter 2 that Jim and I didn't get together very quickly for our "workout". In fact it took over two months until Jim and I both had a Saturday morning to spend together at the house while everyone else (but Dad?) was out. However, I kept replaying Dad's and Jim's underwear match (tighty whitey) in my head whenever I jacked off (and yeah, all the time!). That helped me wait for it, but not much. During that time, I tried to bulk up some. I loaded up on carbs and protein and kept working out. I didn't want Jim to push me around too easily when we finally got to our "workout". By the time we got together I was up to 175. I noticed Jim was looking a bit trimmer, too. Maybe 180? I had now finally turned 17, too! Yes! Not long until the magic 18 when maybe I'd get Dad on the mats, too! Anyway, it was all I could do not to laugh at Dad as he kept trying to set up Jim and me. I mean, he wasn't quite acting like some kind of pimp, well not quite anyway. LOL. However, now that I knew what he and Jim had been doing it was hard not to notice that Dad flushed a bit when talking about Jim. I could also swear that Dad's cock inflated a bit in his boxers, too. (Yeah, he liked to wear boxers and an undershirt around the house.) Looked like Dad was getting a bit trimmer, too. His undershirt stopped pouching out around his belly so much. I wondered if he and Jim were "training" a lot more. Actually the thought of that made me feel a bit jealous. That took me by surprise. I decided I couldn't be sure whom I was jealous of. And that Dad/Son thing they had going bothered me. I was the real son, wasn't I? Yeah, Jim's quite a bit younger than Dad, but he's also not my age. He's not old enough to be my Dad, but an Uncle? Absolutely. I started to think of him as Uncle Jim then. That helped. Well the day finally arrived. I came home from an early-dismissed practice. I walked in the house and did some stretches to keep from tightening up after walking home. Very soon the doorbell rang and I went over and let Jim in. Damn, he looked very fine I have to say. He had just trimmed his blond hair and just showered. His eyes twinkled as he looked at me. He was in a tight sleeveless Body Glove shirt and tight workout shorts to match. All black. Pretty hot! He definitely looked trimmer in body, too. In fact, he really did not look a heckuva lot older than me. Since I was not supposed to know what would happen, I played it cool. I shook his hand, holding it just a bit too long on purpose. I then surprised him by giving him a chest bump, almost knocking him over and then led him downstairs to the mats in the basement. Where was Dad, though? I knew he had to be somewhere. He had set this whole thing up so he could watch. LOL again! I could see a crack in the bathroom door where it wasn't shut completely. The fuck had figured out how to watch me the same way I had watched him two months ago, using the mirrors in the rec room. Grin. Well, like father, like son, I guess. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud for real then. I decided to milk the scene some. Since Dad was watching, I was certainly going to give him a show! "Hey Jim", I said. "Let's do some cardio and some warm ups." I made him do some time on the treadmill and then some of the weights. I spotted him on both, being sure to touch him from time to time and feel his body--discretely. He certainly filled out his black workout clothes. I soon saw his nipples get hard and push out his shirt. Seemed like his crotch got a bit "fuller" after my pawing his body, too. I could tell he was getting a bit more bothered and hot than he should have been. At that point, I upped the ante. I suddenly took off my tight tee shirt and showed off my muscle jock hairless young man's chest and back, glistening with a light coating of sweat. His eyes popped out. Obviously he liked what he was seeing! I ignored his reaction and put him back to work. In a few minutes I suggested that he take off his shirt so I could see how to spot him better. What an excuse that was! He didn't seem to notice the lack of logic and quickly took off his shirt. Wow! He was even hotter than when he wrestled my Dad. He chest hair was a bit darker because of his sweat and was obviously trimmed to show off his tight pecs. Yeah, I was looking forward even more to anything that would happen next! Jim stopped the weights and treadmill soon after. He looked at me and said, "John, what I normally do next in my workouts, when I can find a partner, is do some light wrestling. Do you think you could help me with that?" He looked so earnest, eager, and boyish that I almost laughed again. "Well, ok I guess, but I'm not sure how to do that. Can you show me what to do?" I lied. He came over to me and started to show me basic holds and escapes. The shoe was now on the other foot! He was now using every chance he had to touch me, feel me, and stroke me even! When he had me in a standing hold with our heads together, his sweaty naked chest against my sweaty naked back, his hands holding mine, our biceps both cranked and his crotch against my butt, I could have sworn I heard a moan from the bathroom! While I was already having a good time, it sounded like Dad was having an even better one! LOL, once again. Eventually we got to grips and started to wrestle slowly. I decided to give Dad an even better show. I used my knowledge of wrestling (sue me, I learned how to wrestle in school) to move Jim around, to keep close to him and rub our bodies together as often as I could. His breathing was coming even harder. I had to admit I was feeling very powerful. I was starting to work over an older man and make him mine. I could tell Jim was beginning to give in to me and enjoy my working him over too much. Break time. I'm so going to make this last! I stopped and released him. "Uncle Jim," I said. "These shorts are chaffing me. Do you mind if I take them off so we can wrestle better?" I didn't wait for an answer. I quickly stripped off my workout shorts and revealed my white underwear briefs! I could swear I heard Jim give thanks to heaven. While my cock was swollen I wasn't full mast. Not yet. Jim quickly followed suit--you could tell he was just waiting for the chance!--and it was my turn to admire his man's body and his swollen crotch clothed in white. "But why Uncle Jim" he asked? "Oh" I said, "you seem like an older brother to me or a younger brother of Dad's. Can't decide which." Once again I heard a moan from behind the bathroom door. Grin. I ignored it and approached "Uncle" Jim again. Soon, we were struggling for real. However, this time he was trying to touch me as much as I had touched him. He kept trying to grab my body and rub it with his. He was especially fascinated with my hairless chest and nipples and tried to get us in positions where his nipples would battle with mine! Well, I wasn't going to fight that, grin again! I retaliated, though, by starting to work his crotch over with mine. I managed to mount him and hold his arms down, holding his man's hands with mine. I rubbed my hairless chest against his light blond chest hair, alternating being sensuous with rough, alternating slamming our hard bodies together with rubbing and writhing. I didn't ignore our crotches either. Jim raised his legs and scissored my waist, trying to gain the advantage. No such luck. All it did was put my barely contained cock against his ass trench. I was able then to simulate a slow fuck of his man ass while keeping control of his arms and hands and rubbing his nipples until they turned firey red! He tried even harder to escape my hold, but wound up thrusting his hard cock into my hard abs. I had him locked down tight. The harder he struggled to escape, the harder his cock got as he was being sexually dominated by a 17 year old and totally turned on by it! He was panting now, trying so hard not to cum. I pushed it even harder and nuzzled his cheeks and face with mine, and suddenly thrust my tongue in his ear. He gasped out loud and moaned. I heard a big twin moan from the bathroom and a barely contained yell. Fuck! My Dad must be cumming! Jim heard the orgasmic yell, too, and suddenly let it all go. He soaked his briefs and my abs. "Augghhhhh", he yelled as loud as he could! That did it! I came and came and came and flooded his ass crack with my big boycock jism! We all finally came down from our orgasmic high and I finally let my hold go while collapsing on his sweaty, sticky, man's body. I held him tight as I tried to catch my breath after "fucking" him, while clothed! I couldn't believe I had done that, but, shit, loved every second of it! Jim finally pushed me off him after I finally let go completely. We remained panting for a while, trying to come back to our senses. I could feel the wheels turning as he tried to figure out what had just happened. I knew he was thinking about what Dad must be thinking of him, too. He had just been dominated and overpowered by Dad's younger son and had cum from it, too! Not too surprisingly, he turned aggressive. He got to his knees, stared at me, and yelled out, "You think you're tough, John, don't you? Well, just you wait until our rematch. You'll see how tough you are, boy! You surprised me this time. You won't surprise me again!" I stared him down. "You're on, Unk. Bring it on. Any time, any place." He involuntarily licked his lips and his soaked crotch started to tent up again. Damn, did I have his number! Yes! And one more moan/gasp from the bathroom... Hmm...wonder what Dad's number is? "Boy, you had better go on up and get cleaned up before your mom comes home. I'll stay down here and take a quick shower so I can be gone before she gets back. He glared at me, although I could see a bit of uncertainty, too. And of course, I knew who would be joining him in the shower as soon as I was gone. Damn it. I was suddenly jealous again. Dad was my Dad, not his! As hot as Jim was and as much fun as it was to make him mine on the mat, I knew the grand prize was behind the bathroom door, not standing in front of me, glaring at me. Well, I would make them both pay for this. Just a question of when... As I started to go upstairs, I looked over my shoulder at the disheveled, sweaty, handsome blond dude and said, "Uncle Jim, I'll give you your rematch when you can work it out. But don't expect to win then, either. You're mine on the mats and don't you forget it!" With that I hurried upstairs, already starting to plot out my next match! Chapter 3 to follow!