Date: Sat, 01 Nov 2008 15:24:36 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Personal Training 2: A Family Affair  (final)

A Family Affair
Part Two
What Really Happened

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?"

He left me temporarily speechless.  That was near enough to the way my
dream began to leave me stunned.  Finally, I got my voice back and answered
simply, "Sure."

When we arrived, Dad opened the front door and then locked it behind us.
He took me on a tour of the gym facilities and assigned me to a few chores.
He did not hand me some skimpy gym clothes to wear, and so far reality bore
no relation to my dream.  The gym did not open until 9 AM on Saturdays and
Sundays.  When nine o'clock rolled around, patrons began to arrive, mostly
in little groups.  I was disappointed as hell.  There were as many women
using the facility as men.

The only things that weren't co-ed were the locker rooms and the saunas.
The massage room had several tables, and this morning there were two people
giving massages, a man and a woman.  No matter what their sex, the patrons
could choose either the man or the woman for the job.

There were no naked men or women in the pool and the gym itself was
fifty-fifty in the sex count.  I went to the men's sauna.  There were
several men in attendance but nothing untoward was going on. Shit!!!!

At about 10:30 I completed the chores Dad had given me and I went down to
the front reception desk to find him.  He wasn't there, so I looked into
the gym.  There was my gorgeous, hunky father instructing a young woman in
the use of a particular piece of equipment.  As he did so, he was flirting
with her.  Shit, shit and more shit!!!

I waited until he was done and he was back at the reception desk.  "I'm
ready for more stuff," I told my father.

He smiled and said, "Just stay here with me son.  My weekend manager wanted
to attend his kid's first little league baseball game today, but he should
be here any minute and we'll head on home. I'd rather use our home pool
than the one here at the gym."

My hopes rose somewhat.  Our pool is perfectly private and I have skinny
dipped a few times.  I wondered if I could get my dad to skinny dip with
me.

Dad's weekend manager arrived about 11 AM.  They conversed for a few
minutes and then Dad and I left.  In the car, I decided to test out some of
my dream and I asked Dad, "How come you never took me to the gym before?"

He smiled at me and said, "I was afraid you'd like it too much and I didn't
want that.  I want you to go to college and have a career.  If it's
something you think that you would like after graduation, well then, the
place is yours, kid."  As he said that he patted my knee again.  I had to
gasp for air.  And since my head was spinning and I wasn't thinking
clearly, I determined to come out to my father before my mother got home.

When we arrived at home, my father and I whipped up a couple of turkey
sandwiches, which we downed with a beer.  Then he suggested that we spend
the afternoon at our pool, that is, if I had no other plans with friends.

"If I did," I said, "and I don't, I'd cancel those plans to spend this time
with you, Dad."  My father broke out into one of his broad grins that
always melted my heart, and he embraced me in a bear hug.  I loved the feel
of it, but I started to get hard and pulled away.

"I'll go upstairs and put on my swim suit," I said.  I didn't want to do
that, but I didn't dare let him see my ever rising cock.

"Don't bother," Dad said.  "There's nobody here but us guys.  We can go
skinny dipping."

That's what I had longed to hear.  I had prayed for those words, but I had
such a hardon, I knew I couldn't get naked in front of him.  Before I could
say anything Dad bounded out to the pool.  He stripped in record time and
threw his clothes in a heap on the patio floor.  I noticed that he was not
wearing underwear.  He dove into the pool.

I walked slowly out to the pool and started to take off my shirt.  I faced
away from him, but I heard him laughing.  "You can turn around." he
said. "I can see that you have a boner.  I've seen them before and you
don't have to be shy about it.  Imagine what your life would be like if you
never got a boner?"  He broke out in gales of laughter and couldn't stop
laughing.

I finished undressing and jumped into the pool.  When I emerged, Dad was
standing facing me.  "This is so great," he said "getting to spend such
quality time with my son."  Where we were standing, the water level barely
reached our nipples, so imagine my surprise when Dad grabbed me and pulled
me to him in a very strong bear hug.  It reminded me of when I was a little
boy and he would lift me up, crush me to his chest and say, "I love you, I
love you, I love you."  That's exactly what he was intoning to me now as he
hugged me in my naked state.

Dad started to laugh.  "Remember when I told you that you were too old to
shower with me, and now here we are swimming naked together.  Ain't that a
hoot?"  Well, right there, that was a close enough resemblance to my dream.

It was all I could do to keep his cock from crushing against my cock, given
that we were facing each other.  But eventually, I had to feel it.  My
dad's cock was hard and pressing against my abdomen.  I wanted to reach
down and stroke it, but I resisted.  Instead I pulled away from him and
said very seriously, "Dad, could we get out of the pool?  I need to talk to
you about something."

"Sure," he answered me and we both started to walk out of the pool at the
shallow end.  We each grabbed a towel that was always available on a little
table on the patio.  We dried ourselves off and we each lay down on
adjoining lounge chairs.

"What's so serious, son?" Dad asked me.

"I need to get something off my chest and it is serious.  There's something
I need to tell you, and I wanted to get your reaction before I tell mom."
Dad nodded his head as if to encourage me.

"Go ahead," he said."

"I'm afraid," I responded.  "I'm afraid you'll hate me."

"That's not possible," Dad said.  "I love you unconditionally.  There's
nothing so terrible that I would stop loving you.  Just tell me you haven't
committed murder."  I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood.

I had delayed long enough and I reckoned the best approach would be to come
right out with it.  I sat up from my reclining position and put my legs
over the side of the lounge so that my feet touched the patio floor.  I was
now looking directly into his eyes.  I thought that if I stared into his
eyes when I told him that I was gay, his initial, and true, reaction would
be revealed to me.

In the end, I stated very simply, almost in a whisper, "Dad, I'm gay."  I
looked into his beautiful blue eyes and I could discern nothing.  There was
no change in them.

"Not to disappoint you son, but I knew already, or at least, I suspected."

I began to stammer.  "How, how, how could you know?  I've never ever been
with a guy.  For that matter I'm a virgin with both sexes.  Thank God, I
discovered how to jack off." I buried my face in my hands, ashamed to look
at him any more.  Dad remained silent.  It was as if he felt I should
continue and get everything off my chest.

I thought about that in the awful silence for awhile and then I continued.
"Dad, I have a worse confession.  Here's the part where I know you will
disown me.  Sure, I love you as a father, but I want you as a lover.  Your
body turns me on to where I want to explode with desire.  Please, please,
don't hate me," I repeated with a sob.

What happened next was something so entirely unexpected, and so wonderful,
that I try to relive that moment over and over again.  My father got out of
his lounge and sat next to me on my lounge.  He put his muscular arm around
my shoulders and turned me toward him.

"Listen." he said.  "It's my turn for confessions.  Before I met your
mother, my meager sexual experiences, and I do mean meager, were all with
boys, and once with an older man.  That's a sordid story, I'll tell you
about sometime, but not now.  I met your mother at a party, and she was the
first girl that I ever felt anything for.  I asked her to dance, and on the
dance floor she pressed her body against mine.  She rubbed subtly against
my body and I began to get an erection.  I tried to pull away, but she kept
pushing against me until she must have felt it also.  Finally I gave in and
I crushed my cock against her.  When she felt my hardness she told me that
she was relieved because she thought at first that there was something
wrong with me.

"She told me right there on the dance floor that she had never met anyone
handsomer than I, and that she intended to marry me and she would prove it.
We went outside to my Dad's car and we made love in the back seat.  That's
the night God blessed me with you.  We were forced to marry and I was only
eighteen when you were born.  My folks helped me buy the gym and it has
always provided an above average living for us.

"I have always remained faithful to your mother, but my body never stops
aching for man sex.  When I make love to your mother, I fantasize that I am
with some good looking dude."  At this point Dad hesitated for a long time,
trying to decide if he should say more. In the end, he said, "Tommie, by
the time you were twelve, I fantasized that it was you."

He stopped talking and left me speechless so there was more awkward
silence.  Then he continued.  "You asked me how I knew you were gay.  Well,
it was the way you would look at me and the way you're eyes would wander to
my crotch.  It was the same way I look at other men when I lust after them.
When I made love to your mother and pretended it was you, I vowed that I
would never touch you until you were mature enough to make the decision
about us on your own."

With that having been said, he leaned into me and pressed his lips on mine.
He opened his mouth and parted my lips with his tongue.  Gently at first,
and then with great urgency our tongues began to press together.  Damn, my
dad tasted so good.  I felt his hand engulf my hardened cock and I reached
over to wrap my fist around his and through his kisses, I heard him sigh.

He parted from me slightly and said, "I don't think it would be good for
either of us to get burned to a crisp.  What do you say we go in the house
and demonstrate how much we love each other?"  I tried hard to smile at him
but I was slobbering like a baby in my ultimate joy.

Dad led me to his bedroom.  "Let me take a really good look at you," he
said.  "Remember when you took my cock in your hand in the shower when you
were a little boy?  You wanted to know if you would get as big as me.  Well
look."  We were both as hard as we would ever get and it was obvious that I
was about a half inch bigger than my father and about the same width
around.  That was nice to know. In my dream I had been smaller than he was.

I was curious and I asked him.  "Did you leave your bedroom door open on
purpose last night?"

"Yes.  When I saw that your door was open, I decided to get you hot.  I
wanted this to happen today."  He started to giggle like a little kid and I
kissed him hard to stop his giggling.

Dad laid me gently on his bed face up.  The bed was unmade as we had left
so early for the airport there hadn't been time to make it up. He lay down
next to me and told me to do nothing. He wanted to do all the work.  He
started caressing my body. He began by putting his fingers through my thick
blond hair, and massaging my scalp. I could feel pre-cum oozing out of my
piss slit.  He started to French kiss me and then wandered down to my neck
licking and sucking me gently.

Down, down he went to my nipples.  His teeth nipped at them gently and I
thought that I had died and gone to heaven.  He lingered at my belly
button, stroking his tongue all around it.  He licked my abdomen all over
and then told me to turn over.

Again he started kissing me on the neck and then worked down my muscular
back.  I got a special thrill when I felt him lapping my butt checks, but
when he ran his tongue up and down my ass crack, I moaned in uncontrollable
pleasure.  I felt him using his fingers to spread my cheeks and then I felt
his tongue probing its way into my love hole.  I could feel myself getting
light headed.  I thought that I was going to faint.  It was just a tease,
because he didn't stay there long and he told me to turn over again.

I expected him to start where he had left off at my abdomen, but instead he
spread my legs and started licking the insides of my thighs.  He worked his
way down to my toes and then started up again.  This time, he fondled my
balls in his hands and started licking them.  He took one of my balls into
his mouth and started to suck on it.  I felt an orgasm coming and tried to
restrain myself.  Dad sensed what was happening so he withdrew my balls
from his mouth and scooted up and kissed me.  When he felt that my heat had
subsided, he kneeled between my legs and began to suck my cock at last.
His tongue swathed its way around my cock head and when my moans became
near shrieks, he took my cock into his mouth.  I could feel his tongue
sliding up and down the underside of my shaft.  His lips were wrapped
around my cock and moved slightly up and down.  Most of the action was in
his tongue.  I could tell that Dad was trying to keep his teeth tucked in,
but every once in awhile I felt the scrape of his teeth.  It was just
occasionally and soft enough to feel sensual without hurting me.

My orgasm was now uncontrollable.  It was welling up in me like an
exploding geyser.  "I'm cummmming," I yelled, expecting Dad to withdraw,
but he only sucked more ferociously and I came in several pulsating spasms.
Dad tried to capture and swallow all my jism, but some got away from him
and started to drip down his chin.  He wiped it off with a finger and
offered it to me.  I drank it hungrily and marveled at how good it tasted.

Dad scooted up and lay beside me with our bodies touching.  When I
recovered somewhat, I rolled over on top of him and slid my body down until
my lips were at his cockhead.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth or my ass?" I asked him.

"Both," he said.  "Relax, son, we have plenty of time."  He put his hand on
my head, which still touched his massive tool, and pushed down.  I knew
what he wanted and I engulfed his cock in my mouth.  It gagged me and I
started to choke and cough.

"Go easy, Tommie," Dad said.  "Take it a little at a time."  It took a
little doing, but I got his cock past my gag reflex, and I started to suck
my father just as he had done me.  I got a little carried away and he had
to warn me about my teeth once in a while, but all in all, he congratulated
me on a blow job well done.  I swallowed all his cum and offered him the
slight excess.

We lay together fondling and caressing each other for quite awhile.  Then
Dad said, "Let's shower, dress to the nines and go to a fancy restaurant to
celebrate."

"Am I too old to shower with you?" I asked

"You're just the right age" Dad laughed.  "While we're in the shower, let's
start preparing ourselves to receive our monster cocks in our asses."  I
didn't know exactly what he meant, but I found out shortly.

We did all the things in the shower we had both fantasized about.  We
soaped each other's bodies generously, all over.  Then Dad told me to face
a wall, put my hands on the tile and stick my butt out.  I felt him running
his middle finger up and down my ass hole and at some point he inserted it.
I really liked the feel and told him so.  He took another soapy finger and
inserted that also.  It hurt a little but not enough to ask him to stop.
This time he made no move to insert more fingers.  With the two fingers
already inside of me he began to ream me like he was cleaning out a pipe
stem.  I could feel the muscles in my ass stretching and it was
uncomfortable at first, but then it began to feel wonderful and I told him
so.

Encouraged, he inserted a third finger and it actually went in easier than
the second.  Dad continued reaming my ass until the three fingers felt
wonderful in my ass.  I didn't know it at the time, but Dad's fingers had
caressed my prostate at times, making me feel hot and full of lust.

"That's a great start," Dad said, "Now let's loosen me up.  I was more than
happy to oblige.


At the restaurant I asked my dad to tell me the sordid story of the
incident with the older man.  "Why not," he said.  "I've never told a
living soul before.

"I think I was about thirteen, and a true virgin.  I don't know what planet
I lived on because I hadn't even jerked off yet.  Years later I found out
that most boys start before they are ten or eleven.  Anyway, I cut school
and went to a male porn movie theater.  At thirteen I was muscular and
almost full grown and the ticket agent did not suspect my age.  I got right
in without even having to produce ID.  I was a little self conscious so I
sat in the last row of the theater.  I don't think there were twenty
patrons there in total.

"I watched the action on the screen and at last learned what masturbation,
sucking and fucking looked like.  I can't tell you how turned on I was.  I
cautiously took my cock out and started stroking it.  All of a sudden a man
sat down next to me.  He told me that he would give me $100.00 if I let him
suck my cock.  I had seen enough of the movie to know what he wanted to do
to me.  I was thirteen and my hormones were raging.

Actually, Tommie boy, he was revolting.  He was terribly obese and I could
smell booze on his breath.  I'd place his age at about fifty.  I told him
yes, but demanded to see the money up front.  He took out his wallet and
handed me five twenty dollar bills.  I pocketed the money and he went to
work.  While he was sucking, I pictured that one of my handsome class mates
was down on me.  I came quickly and he swallowed every last drop.  Then he
sucked my cock some more to make sure that he didn't miss a drop.  I had
just had my first orgasm and it was so mind boggling that had I known I
would have let him suck me for nothing.

"I was just putting my cock back in my pants and trying to direct my
attention back to the screen, when he offered me $500.00 to suck his dick.
I was in a quandary.  I wanted to taste cock really badly and $500.00 was
excellent pay, but the guy had a bad odor, and who knew what his cock
smelled like.

As if he could read my mind, he told me that he washed his genitalia
several times a day and that I would find it sweet smelling and tasty.
Again my hormones conquered reason and I said yes, but I wanted the money
up front.  He pulled out his wallet and handed me five one hundred dollar
bills.  I had never seen a $100.00 bill before, and I could only hope it
wasn't play money.  He exposed himself and I started sucking.  Even hard,
his cock was no more than three or four inches, so my task was easy.  After
a very few licks, his breathing became heavy.  I was aware that his balls
were shrinking and I sensed that he was about to cum.  I loved the taste of
his cream and I swallowed all of it.  Then I did what he had done and
licked anything left over from of his cock.

We had our privates back in our pants when he took my hand and laid it on
his crotch.  I didn't mind that, but then he asked me to go home with him
and said that he would let me fuck him in the ass for another $500.00.
Finally reason prevailed. I had no doubt that this pervert was not lying
and had no other motive but to take it up his ass, but I wasn't going
further.  I bounded out the theater, and he was too fat to follow me.  I
wanted to go back another day and see the rest of the movie but I was too
afraid.  I never again returned to that theater, much as I wanted to.

I didn't know how to react to this story.  Should I laugh, be sympathetic
or what?  So I said nothing.  My dad said, "I swear it's true."

That night in bed, Dad opened me up to four fingers with a combination of
patience and lubrication, then he fucked me doggie style.  Fortunately or
unfortunately, he kept rubbing against my prostate and I came before he
did.  When he came, his juices filled me up and again I started to cry.  My
happiness could not be contained.

We were both too exhausted for more sex.  We waited until the next morning
for me to fuck my father.  We stayed in bed all day Sunday making love.  I
couldn't get enough of my father and he couldn't get enough of me.

Thinking back on it, the reality exceeded the dream.  And that's how it
really was.