Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2008 21:13:31 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Personal Training

My parents took me out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate my eighteenth
birthday.  Everyone seemed happy and I had no reason to suspect that there
was anything wrong until we got home.  That's when Mom and Dad dropped
their little bombshell.  It seems that my maternal grandmother was very
ill, and the doctors did not believe that she would last another month.  My
mother was leaving the next morning to care for my grandmother, who lived
in another state.

I pretended to be terribly upset, but in my secret heart I was elated.  I
would get to be alone for close to a month with my father.  Ever since I
could remember, I was hot for my father.  He was only eighteen years older
than I, and I figured out at an early age that he and my mother had had a
shotgun wedding.  My father was a personal trainer and owned his own gym
downtown.  He was the perfect specimen of manhood.  He stood six feet tall,
black curly hair, steel blue eyes, a ripped torso without a hint of fat,
muscular thighs and legs, and a cock that was cut and six inches flaccid.
I had never seen my father hard, only semi hard, and that was when I was
five years old. Back then my mother had gone on a similar mission when her
father was dying, and my dad and I spent two weeks alone.  My mind went
back to those days.

My father let me shower with him and I was fascinated by his man tool.  It
never seemed to be the same size.  On the first morning that my mother was
away, I took his cock in my hand.  My dad did not pull away, but he started
to laugh.

"What are you doing?" he asked me.

"Nothing.  I was just wondering if I would be as big as you someday."  As I
said these words I continued to hold and stroke my dad's cock.  It began to
grow and that's when I saw him half hard.  He stooped over and picked me
up, effectively ending my probing.

He hugged and kissed me and kept murmuring, "I love you, I love you."  As
he did this my cock rubbed against his hairless chest, and I can recall how
good that felt.

That was the last time we showered together.  My dad told me that I was too
big now and it was not appropriate.  However, we slept together naked for
the whole time my mom was away.  Dad told me he couldn't fall asleep when
he was alone in bed.  In bed, he would wrap his arms around me and pull me
tight against his body.  That made me feel warm, protected and loved.

The night my mother told me she was going away for awhile to be with my
dying grandmother, I left my bedroom door slightly ajar.  I was certain
that she and Dad would want to make love before their separation.  If they
did, and I heard them, I would have a hot image to whack off to.  I kept my
eyes closed and listened intently.  After awhile I heard my dad walking
down the hall toward my room.  I pretended to be asleep, and then I heard
him retreating to his own bedroom.  He did not shut my door and I wondered
at that.  Some time passed.  I could not tell how long but after awhile, I
heard the unmistakable sounds of lust and love coming from my parents'
bedroom.  I had heard them making love before, but somehow it seemed much
louder this night.

I quietly got out of bed and peeked up the hall.  My parents' door was open
a good six inches.  I could not help but wonder about that.  Did Dad do
that on purpose?  I whacked off to their groans and grunts and eventually
to their stifled screams.  After a very satisfying orgasm, I cleaned myself
with tissues I had brought to bed with me, and fell fast asleep.

The next morning was a Saturday and I had no school, so my dad and I drove
my mom to the airport and dropped her off at curbside check in.  As we were
pulling out of the airport my dad asked me if I wanted to spend the day
helping out at the gym.  In all my eighteen years my father had never taken
me to the gym and I was elated.

I was curious as to why he would let me help out in the gym now, so on the
way downtown I asked him, "Why have you never taken me to the gym before
Dad?  My friend Jimmy has been working in his dad's sporting goods store
since he was twelve."

"Well," he answered, "the gym is all male and sometimes the men act
somewhat inappropriately.  You're not a minor anymore, and you're old
enough to understand what's going on.  Also I've been observing you.  I
think that you probably fit into that scene."

I think Dad was telling me that he knew I was gay, but I was afraid to say
anything.  I sat in silence for sometime.  Just before we got to the gym, I
screwed up my courage and asked him if he knew that I was gay.  He reached
over, put his hand on my knee and said, "Of course I know, Son."

What a relief.  I needn't go through that whole coming out scene with
parents.  "Does Mom know?"  I asked.

"I'm pretty sure that she's clueless so why don't we keep it our little
secret for now."

Dad opened the gym and locked the door behind us.  The gym would not open
for business for another hour.  Our first stop was a little retail shop
behind the main desk.  Dad took a new jock strap, gym shorts and tank top
off the shelves, and handed them to me. The shirt bore the name of
O'Connor's Gym.

Then we went to the locker room.  My dad opened one of the lockers and said
that we could share.  He stripped totally naked except for his socks and
sneakers.  My heart felt like it would explode in my chest.  My father was
so beautiful.  I had to restrain myself from dropping to my knees and
engulfing his cock in my mouth.  I tried not to look at him, but when I was
naked he said to me, "Let me look at you.  I haven't had a good look at you
since you were a young boy."

He smiled.  "Wow," he said, "you're almost as big as I am."  He led me to a
mirror and he studied our cocks.  "Yup, you're almost as big as I am."  He
turned and stood in front of me and took both our cocks in his hand.  He
laid them side by side in his palm measuring them carefully with his eye.
"Yup," he said again, and let go of our almost fully erect cocks.

Then he took me to the laundry room.  Besides the industrial size washer
and drier, there were shelves stacked with towels, wash clothes, bottles of
baby oil, talc, etc.  "Everything is stocked from last night.  Before we
close we get the place ready for business the next day.  I want you to keep
policing the entire facility.  As the clients use these items in the gym,
the massage room, the shower, the pool, and the sauna, remove the used
things and replace them with fresh stuff.  You can use that bin over there.
Put the used towels and wash cloths in the wash machine and when it's about
three quarters full, add soap and start it going.  From there, put
everything in the drier.  You can fold the towels and wash cloths when they
are dry and put them back on the shelves.  The dirty stuff that was
collected last night at closing is in the wash machine already.  You really
won't have much to do for the first couple of hours."

Dad went to the front door and unlocked it.  He never made personal
training appointments on the weekend because that was family time, and he
could take the weekend off when he wanted to.  He had a weekend manager and
a night manager.  The weekend manager worked the whole day from opening to
closing.  Dad told me that he gave the weekend manager part of the day off
because he was taking me to the gym today for the first time.  He told the
weekend manager that he would cover for him until mid afternoon.

I sat behind the reception desk with him and asked him when he knew I was
gay.  "I can't say for sure but I'd say I have suspected since you were
about twelve.  If you want to count that time you grabbed my cock in the
shower, then it was since you were five."  He broke out laughing as the
first customer came in.

I left then and toured the facility.  I mapped out a route in my head for
picking up the dirty towels and wash cloths.  Although there was nothing to
pick up yet, I walked my beat several times, through the main gym with all
the equipment, into the sauna, the massage room, the pool, the showers and
back to the gym.  On my third tour through the massage room, I was
surprised to find a middle aged, stockily built gentleman preparing for the
day's business. He greeted me warmly and said, "You must be Tommy Jr.  I'm
Rosario.  Your dad said that you were wandering around."  We shook hands
and I told him that I would see him on my rounds.  As an afterthought I
asked if he currently had anything for the washer.  He shook his head and I
went on my way.

After an hour or so there were about forty customers in the facility, and I
began to acquire smelly towels.  The gym itself was a hive of activity.
Young male bodies were everywhere using the equipment.  My jock strap could
hardly contain my bulging cock.  My dad was keeping his eye on everybody.
He would run over and help someone master a piece of equipment or spot a
man pumping iron.  More than once I saw someone grab my dad's cock and he
just smiled or shook a finger at him.

Whenever I went through the massage room, Rosario was doing his thing
totally naked.  His client was always naked also and sometimes on his back
and sometimes on his stomach, but always with a hardon.  On one of my trips
through Rosario's domain, I was stunned to see him giving a client a blow
job.  Rosario was unperturbed with my arrival and went about his business.

When I policed the pool area, there was plenty of grab assing going on
among the young men swimming nude.  In the showers, I saw more than one
dude enjoying a blow job, and in the sauna, on one of my passes, I saw a
guy lap dancing on another.  It was obvious that the guy on the bottom had
his cock up his buddy's ass.  By this time, I could hardly contain myself.
The guy on top called to me.  "Hey buddy, come over here."  I put down the
dirty towels I had in my hands, and approached him.

"Take out your cock and put it in my mouth," he ordered me as if it was an
every day event.  I dropped my shorts, taking the jock strap with it and
did as he had asked.  It was my first blow job, and I was in seventh
heaven.  I didn't even give a thought to the possibility that my father
might catch me.  The man who had taken me into his mouth took my hand and
placed it on his cock.  I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and
started stroking.  He was slightly smaller than I am and it was not a
problem.  His hands pushed my cock into him by squeezing my butt cheeks and
he began a rhythm in time to the pumping of his friend's cock in and out of
his ass.

His tongue darted around my cock like an anteater's tongue.  Up and down
the shaft, all around my cut head he went.  Needless to say I couldn't hold
out very long and I yelled, "I'm cumming."  Without missing a beat, the man
held me tighter and he swallowed every bit of my cum.  I could tell that
the guy on the bottom was about to let loose, and as he did, the man I was
masturbating came in my fist.

The two guys used fresh towels to clean themselves and I used a dirty
towel.  I put my shorts back on, gathered all the used towels in the sauna
and started to leave, but the guy who had given me my first blow job, took
my hand to hold me back, and he kissed me full on the lips.

"You were great kid," he said.  "I hope we see you again soon."  I told him
that it was very possible.  As I left the sauna, laden with smelly towels,
I realized that I had just had my first blow job and I didn't even know the
guy's name.

At 3 PM, Dad's weekend manager arrived.  Dad introduced me and I filled him
in on the state of the job I had been assigned.  John was more than
pleased.  "Once the day gets really busy, I have to start gathering dirty
towels, washing, drying and folding.  I can never catch up, but you've
given me an easy evening.  Please come more often, will you."

"I assure you he will," Dad said.  "Come Tommy, let's shower.  We left our
sneakers in the locker and then went to the laundry room.  We threw
everything we were wearing into a bin and grabbed two towels off a shelf.

"There should be plenty of soap in the showers," Dad said.  Suddenly he got
hysterical with laughter.  "Remember when I told you that you were too old
to shower with me?  Well I guess at some point, too old becomes just the
right age."

I was happy to be showering with my father, but I was also scared stiff.
We were surrounded by out in the open male sexual activity.  Dad's gym was
more of a gay gentlemen's club than a gym.  That was shocking enough for me
to discover, but I saw more than one guy grab my dad's cock and he was more
than willing to let them.  I was pleased, excited, and totally confused.

When we entered the shower, there were two men there. I'd say that they
were my dad's age, mid thirties.  One was on his knees blowing the other.
The one standing saw us enter.  "Hi Tom," he said.  "Do you guys want to
join us?"

"Another time," Dad said.  "I'm here with my son."  The guy on his knees
stopped what he was doing and stood up quickly.

"Don't let us stop you" Dad said, but they showered quickly and left,
leaving us alone in the showers.  What a relief this was.  In school, when
we showered after gym class, I had to struggle not to get an erection.  I
would actually imagine maggots were crawling all over me.  But here, in
this shower, both my dad and I had stiff woodies and we were proud of them.
At last, I saw Dad fully erect.  It wasn't his eight inches which
overwhelmed me because I was at least seven inches myself.  It was his
girth that stunned me.  Dad had to be twice as fat as I am.  All my
fantasies about his fucking me suddenly became somewhat scary.

I was snapped out of my reveries when I heard Dad say, "Please do my back,
Tommy."  He handed me the soap and turned his back to me.  I soaped the
back of his neck and his magnificent muscled back down to his waist, but I
stopped there.

"I've got an ass too," Dad laughed.  "Don't be so shy.  I started to soap
Dad's butt.  He took hold of his cheeks and spread them, exposing his
crack.  I knew what he wanted and I started to soap there too.  "That feels
so good," he said, "especially knowing that you are doing it."  I was too
aroused to continue.  I could feel an orgasm coming up quick.

I thrust the soap at my father and said, "Do my back now please."  Dad
wasn't as scared or as reticent as I was.  He worked the soap all the way
from my neck to my crack.  I could feel when he inserted a finger and I
started to swoon. I let out some guttural sound and Dad removed his finger.
He wrapped his arms around me and started soaping my chest.  I could feel
his cock pressing against my crack.  Little by little he retreated south
until I could feel his soapy hand enveloping my aching cock.  He started to
stroke, and I cried out, "Not here Dad.  Let's go home and do it right."

"Yes," he managed to murmur.

In the car going home, we had cooled down considerably and Dad asked me if
I wanted to stop for dinner before we got home.  I told him that I had no
appetite as I only had one thing in mind.  He agreed with me.

"I want to tell you a story," Dad said to me.  "I've always known I was
gay.  All through school, your mother was my best friend.  I hid my
sexuality from my male friends and I really didn't have any close buddies.
Because your mother and I hung out together all the time, she too had very
few girlfriends, and everyone assumed we were a couple.  We were seventeen
and neither of us had ever had sex.  Then on prom night, I confided to her
that I was gay.

"She said that she didn't believe it and would prove it to me.  We drove my
dad's car to some remote spot and parked.  There was a blanket in the
trunk.  I took it out and spread it on the ground.  She made us both
undress fully and she started to kiss me.  Her kisses were warm, inviting,
and even to me, they were sensuous.  She took hold of my cock and started
to stroke it.  It wasn't long before I was fully erect.  She placed my cock
on her vagina which was all moist with expectancy and I entered her without
thinking.  I had no protection with me, and you, Tommy boy, were conceived.

"We were days away from graduating high school, when we found out your mom
was pregnant.  We abandoned any dreams of college.  Instead we got
married. I was able to get a job in a gym as a personal trainer, and
eventually, with the help of my parents, I bought the gym.  I changed the
direction of the gym and made it all male.  I found out that I could always
have as much male sex there as I needed to keep me satisfied.  I am always
able to satisfy your mom sexually.  I just pretend she's some guy I admired
at the gym that day.  Lately, I have begun to fantasize that I'm fucking
you."

He paused, realizing the enormity of what he had just confessed.

"Dad," I said, "I have fantasized that you were my lover ever since I
started whacking off when I was about eleven.  I just can't believe that my
dreams are about to come true."

"Nor can I," Dad answered.

At that moment Dad pulled into our driveway.  We bounded out of the car and
headed for his bedroom.  We undressed quickly and hopped into bed.  We put
our arms around each other and pressed our bodies together.  Our lips met
and our love making began.

"Let's do one thing at a time.  There's no rush," Dad said.  "Let's begin
easy by stroking each other and then sucking each other.  If you don't mind
we'll do anal sex another time.  I'll need time to properly prepare you for
my size, and vice versa."

We had been stroking each other for some time when Dad threw himself on top
of me.  His lips moved from my lips to my neck.  He was nipping my neck and
I knew I would have a hickey in the morning.  My friends would think I had
been with a girl and I smiled at the thought.  I was hardly aware that he
had moved down to my nipples and was sucking and biting each one lightly in
turn.  I feared I would cum, but Dad knew when to stop.  Now as if I had
been enveloped with a love so great that it was unbearable, I felt his warm
moist tongue and his lips caressing my cock.

How expertly he maneuvered his tongue and lips all over my cock to give me
maximum pleasure.  I tried to record in my brain everything he was doing so
that I could reciprocate in some adequate way.  When my orgasm began, I
felt it building all over my body, not just in my groin.  I yelled, "I'm
cumming, Dad."  Dad just kept on going and when I began to shoot, he
withdrew a bit so that he could swallow every last drop.  Now that's what I
call an orgasm.  Dad crept up my body until we were lying side by side.  We
began to kiss, and our tongues met in passion.  I never lost my erection.

When I got my breath back, I rolled over my dad and tried to emulate
everything he had done to me.  I could not linger as long as he did in all
the places he had pleased me, because I absolutely needed to get his giant
cock in my mouth.  I really had to open wide because of the width of the
thing, but I got most of it in and started to stroke his shaft and the head
with my tongue.  At one point I tried to get my tongue into his piss slit.
He twisted his body and moaned, "Oh Tommy, this is so hot.  I'm having sex
with my own son.  This is hot, hot, hot."

I felt his balls tightening and he began to shoot his streams into me.  I
tried hard to swallow all he had to give, but I couldn't handle it, and
some of his cum dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin.  Suddenly Dad
pulled me up to him and started to lick his cum from my chin.  When he was
done, he enveloped me in a bone crushing hug.  "I love you so much," he
said.

"I love you more," I echoed back.

It was only 6 PM so we got up, and showered together.  This time I wasn't
embarrassed about soaping him up good, all over.  We dressed in jackets and
ties.  Dad was determined to take us out to a fancy, expensive restaurant
by way of celebration.  At the restaurant he even poured me a glass of wine
so that we could make a toast to us.  At that moment I felt sorry for every
eighteen year old gay boy who wasn't me.

I couldn't wait to get home.  At dinner we had discussed anal sex before
retiring for the night, and Dad said it would be a long process of
preparation.  When we were naked in bed together, Dad reached into his
bedside table drawer and took out a tube of lubricant.

"I want you to fuck me first," he said.  "That will be relatively easy.
Then we'll start preparing your ass to receive my fat cock."  I readily
agreed.  Dad handed me the lube and told me to grease his ass well, and not
to be afraid to reach in deep.  I needed no encouragement and I did indeed
reach in as deeply as I could and I lubricated him excessively.  Dad was on
his back.  He lifted his legs and told me to place my cock at his crack and
dive into the target.  I lubricated my cock and placed my head on Dad's
hole.  I pressed in and met a tiny bit of resistance.  I stopped but Dad
instructed me to keep going.  Suddenly there was no resistance at all, and
I slid in to the hilt.

"How does that feel, Tommy?"  Dad asked me.

"Wonderful, wonderful," I answered as I started to pump using some innate
knowledge.

"That's it," Dad groaned.  "Harder! Harder!"  I pumped as hard as I could
and Dad asked for more.  I gave it all I could, but I couldn't hold back
and I came with a scream.  I fell forward onto my dad's body and he
enveloped me in his arms.

"Did I disappoint you Dad?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?  You were magnificent," he came back to me.  We lay still
like this for awhile and Dad asked if I was ready to take him into my ass.

"As quick as you can," I answered.

Again Dad reached into the drawer, and pulled out two dildos.  One was
about five inches and rather slim.  The other was about seven inches and
much fatter.  Dad lubed my ass and got it slimier than I had gotten his.
Then he inserted a finger.  Easy!  Then he inserted two fingers. Not too
hard to do!  The third finger hurt, but I refused to tell him.  When he had
three fingers in me, he worked them back and forth, round and round.  I
knew he was stretching me out.

He lubed the smaller dildo and replaced his fingers with the dildo.  It
went in rather easily and felt wonderful, but I knew the real thing would
feel better.  Then he lubed the larger dildo and replaced the smaller with
the larger.  As Dad inched the monster dildo into me, it hurt like hell.  I
bit my lips and when he asked if I was all right, I nodded vigorously.  I
was surprised when he said that it was all the way in.  By this time, it
felt so good that I was prompted to say, "I'm ready Dad."

As fast as he could, Dad removed the dildo and replaced it with his well
lubricated cock.  He did this so quickly, I was hardly aware of the switch.
Dad had entered me doggie style and he was lying on top of me.  I felt
enveloped in his warm cocoon.  He lay still on me without moving.  When I
told him I was loving it, he began to pump, slowly at first, then harder
and harder.  I felt like I was shitting, but it felt wonderful.  I prayed
that my father would not come quickly, but my prayers were not answered.
He came in almost record time, screaming and bucking.

After he caught his breath, he asked me how I was and how I had enjoyed it.
"You came too fast," was all I could sigh back at him.

"This is all so hot," Dad said.  "When we get used to it we'll both train
ourselves to delay our orgasms."  We fell asleep wrapped up in each other's
arms.

Suddenly I felt my dad shaking my shoulders.  "Get up, sleepy head," he
said.  "It's Saturday morning and if you want to go to the airport with me
and mom, you'd better get your lazy ass out of bed."

I was stunned.  I had dreamt the whole thing, but it had all felt so real.
Even my sheets were dirtied with crusting semen.

I was a sad little fucker driving to the airport, and my parents attributed
my sadness to my mother's departure.  I remained sad and morose until, on
the way out of the airport, my dad put his hand on my knee and asked,
"Would you like to go to the gym with me today?"