Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2011 16:43:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Dad, Jim, and Me 3 Well, I wish I could say that "Uncle" Jim and I spent the rest of my senior year having a hot time in my basement. Not! In fact I began to resent how many activities I had taken on in HS now all seemed to attack me with demands on my time, all at the same time. Jim was also often busy in the few times I was free, too. Of course, I suspected that he wasn't suffering too much either. I noticed he continued to lose some weight and was building up upper body some, too. Well, I was, too. I think we much have been on some kind of parallel body building routine. Dad was getting fitter, too. Of course I figured part of why they both got in better shape had to do with each other... I also finally shot up my last two inches in height. I was now the same height as Jim--and Dad. And my cock seemed to have grown a bit more, too. I was super ready to compare it with Jim's and Dad's--if that will ever happen! And while I wasn't supposed to know that Dad had watched Jim's and my first "workout", he had, and his attitude had changed toward me. If I thought he lounged around without much on before, he now wore even less! Grin. If Mom and Jeff Jr. were out of the house and it was just he and I, he'd often come downstairs without his wife beater now. I got the thrill of seeing his hairy man's chest naked! Recently he even stopped wearing his loose shorts even. He'd come downstairs twice now in just his tight white briefs! Yeah! He certainly was getting fitter already, and even hotter. How could I not notice? When he was almost naked like that and walked into the room where I was, I'd feel his dark eyes on me, staring me through. I was beginning to believe that he really was interested in "working out" with me, too. I wondered if he was waiting for my 18th birthday as he had sort of intimated when he and Jim were talking after that first workout of theirs I had seen by accident. Well, I wasn't going to be the only one perving. The last time he came down nearly naked and was staring at me, I got up and approached him. It was late summer so I was only wearing a wife beater and shorts myself. I came right up to him and said, "Hey Dad, have you been working out? You're looking good." I went right up to him and started to feel his right bicep. He automatically flexed it for me so I could rub his hard muscle. I took my time stroking it. I then motioned for him to pump up his left bicep. I moved behind him, almost touching his naked back with my barely clad chest and stretched my arms and hands so that I could feel both his biceps at the same time. A minor moan barely escaped his lips. I then turned him around, using my leverage on his biceps, so that we were face to face. His eyes continued to stare me down. I dropped my hands from his biceps and couldn't help myself. I stroked his pecs, quickly, and softly, saying, "yeah, you're getting hard." Pun intended. I didn't need to see his crotch to know he was certainly getting hard there, too. How could he not with this hot late teen admiring his buff bod? If his suddenly bullet-pointed nipples were any indication of his cock... He surprised me then, though. "Thanks, John" he said. "You're looking good, too. You look like you're getting pretty hard, too." Touche. "Why don't you take off that shirt and shorts so I can see how hard you're getting?" Match point with that comment! LOL. I grinned at him then. Not taking my eyes off of his, I slowly stripped my wife beater and my shorts off right in front of him, right in the middle of the living room, leaving me in my briefs. Despite my slowness, I was soon nearly naked in front of him, standing in (nearly) all my glory. I didn't have to look down to know that my cock was rapidly hardening. He came even closer to me and touched my biceps. His turn. I flexed them for him. He stroked them for a minute and then lowered his hands to my pecs and my suddenly pointed nipples. He stroked them softly. I raised my hands then and returned the favor. I was now totally hard and guessed he was, too. We were still looking each other in the eyes while stroking each other's hard chests and nipples. Rumble, rumble, rumble...! Damn it all! That was the sound of the garage door opening! We both dropped our hands quickly and turned away from each other and sprinted toward our rooms. I barely remembered to pick up my shorts and shirt on the way upstairs. Damn it again! Well, that scene wasn't repeated. I'm not totally sure why, but Dad starting dressing up in his shirt and shorts again. He would still stare at me from time to time, but made no moves on me. He never encouraged me to strip in front of him either. I did try to push the issue. Sometimes I'd now come into a room where he was alone in just my underwear. I could tell he enjoyed the sight. But he'd always make some kind of excuse and leave the room. What was he waiting for? I knew he was interested in me and knew I was in him. I'd had a quick glance at his crotch as we ran out of the room. Very impressive! More than a handful! Grin. Well, while I was waiting for Dad to let me know what the fuck was going on, I focused on trying to get Jim back on the mats with me. Eventually I did. However, the first two times he and I could meet, Dad was busy with Mom and out of the house. Since you're not reading this note to hear about Jim, just let me say that those two times were pretty much like our first time, only more drawn out, slower in pace, and with me totally dominating "Uncle" Jim. It was clear he was into "boy" worship and loved this muscle boy taunting him, lording it over him, and making him cum! And, well, um, I didn't mind this too much either! LOL again. And I didn't have any problem cumming either! And yes, we both were in tighty whities still when we came on each other. To be honest, I loved our matches, but knew something was missing, and his name was Dad. However, third time was to be the charm. Jim and I finally set up a match (oops, I mean "workout session") for a time when I knew Dad would be home, too. I gave him plenty of time to get to the basement ahead of us and into the bathroom to peek out through the slightly cracked door, using the wall mirrors to see the action. Knowing my hot, oh so masculine, Dad would be watching us, I decided to give him a real show, one he wouldn't be expecting. Evil grin... Jim and I started out pretty much the same way as before. We pretended to have a workout of sorts and then Jim asked me if we could finish up the workout with a "light" wrestling match. I played along, knowing Jim was going through the paces for my Dad. We did some holds and rolled around a bit and then he continued to play his part. He asked if he could take off his shirt and shorts since they were rubbing him when we were wrestling. Of course, I said yes. After he stripped down to his tighty whities, I just followed suit as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do. When we locked up again you could tell he was putting on a show. He worked as hard as he could to lock me up in very tight body holds. He tried to get me in nelsons so he could parade me around and push his crotch against my butt so he could force my crotch to stick out lewdly. I could tell he was looking in the mirrors as often as he could, too, to be sure both of us were displayed to our best advantage. Grin. I sort of let him do what he wanted with me for a while. Then got tired of it and started to take over. I started to put him in super tight holds. I got him in a full nelson and started to fuck his butt with my underwear-clad crotch and then half released it and grabbed his cock in his underwear with my free hand and started to stroke it while he was helpless in my hold. I taunted him, calling him "boy" and asking him if he liked this muscle boy fucking his man butt. To his embarrassment he got totally hard and both flushed and blushed. He tried to answer me back by calling me boy and threatening to beat my boy ass. All bluster of course. His voice even cracked while trying to threaten me. Even an idiot could see how turned on he was and how he wasn't really trying to escape my hold. Eventually I got tired of this game. I let him go, temporarily, and then when he moved to lock up again, I shocked the hell out of him by grabbing his briefs and pulling them off! I jumped back and admired the sight. Yeah, he was a fine looking man. Around 30ish, now in great shape, blond, blue-eyed, with soft blond chest hair and matching pubes... Nice face even if it was red with surprise, 6'2 180, hard 7 inch (I guess?) cock. Don't think anyone would throw him out of bed. Grin! In fact, I started to have other thoughts of things I could do with him in bed. If he wanted me to dominate him that badly and take him, well...Naughty boy! Since he just stood there, looking shocked at being stripped naked in front of me (and his cock showed no signs of going down), I decided to equalize the situation. Slowly, I stripped off my own underwear and faced him with my even bigger 7.5 inch cock. I was also 6'2 but with dark hair and light complexion, even better body definition than him, completely hairless chest but nice pubes around my thick cock, jutting out, showing off its big mushroom head. I think Dad came then, just seeing me naked, judging by the moan from the bathroom. Jim stared and then gulped and swallowed automatically. Think I knew what he wanted. Grin. However, time to cut to the chase. I figured Dad was on overload watching this unexpected naked treat. I reached over and grabbed Jim again and put him back in a half nelson. I started to hump his hot bubble butt with my naked cock and grabbed his super hard cock and pumped it up and down as fast and firm as I could. Within seconds Jim's entire body tensed up and he started to yell out loud in intense pleasure. Suddenly he erupted and splashed the mirror in front of him with waves of cum! That did it. I let him go as he crumpled to the mat in exhaustion and I jerked my cock off as fast as I could! Suddenly I yelled in triumph as I came all over the mirror, too! When I finally came down from my orgasmic high, I looked down at Jim, lying on the mat, face in bliss, staring up at me. I said to him, "Jim boy, that was fun. If you want a next time, though, you're all mine and I'll do what I want with you. Remember that before you agree to a next time." With that I gave a quick wink to the mirror and left the basement, letting my still hard as a rock cock lead me out. I heard Dad give another moan. Was he cumming again? Wow. How long until my 18th birthday now? Jim was a late teen's dream but Dad was still the grand prize just out of reach! Chap. 4 and my 18th b'day to come!