Daddy Playdate - Chapter 3 By MazonJar ----------------------------------
Josh
"Shit." I groaned as I was looking at my unwanted erection.
It had been two days since the play date. And ever since that day, my boner kept popping up at any given moment. It was like a switch was opened and the slightest thing could make me hard in an instant. However this time I knew exactly what caused my erection. It was Adam. I brought Peter to school this morning, and there he was, standing there with Luke, and all the memories of that wonderful day flooded my mind.
Is it a dream? It is definitely a dream come true to mess around with Adam, I still can't believe what we did. I made a bold move that night, seeing Adam stripped in front of me made me so hard, jerking off was the only thing I could think of, and I guess I made the right move. To let him touch me like that got me going, that was probably the biggest load in my life. I love seeing him explore my body, I'd let him do whatever he wants to me. The shower after was fun as well, washing each other and exploring every inch of our body, too bad we were both tired and needed sleep. And thank god kissing him didn't ruin everything, I couldn't help myself, his lips were right there, I want to be closer to him, I want to do more...I hope he'd let me do more even if he's straight...
"why the fuck are you still here? Get your fucking ass out there, Brad is waiting for you." Corey came in and yelled.
Corey is my best friend, he's also the owner of the gym that I worked at. When I was divorced, I needed the money. Corey was the biggest help, giving me a job, helping me find my clients, basically supporting my family. And Brad was my first Client, a rich businessman who loves working out, but he's always busy with work, traveling all over the world so he'd be gone for months at times. And today is the day he's back after 3 months of traveling.
I quickly changed to my work out clothes, a black tank top and some loose gym shorts, hoping it's loose enough my boner is not too noticeable, and walked out.
"Look who's finally here! Looking sexy as always!" Brad gave me a big hug.
"You too big guy." I patted his back, feeling his shoulder a little.
"Nah, I'm getting fat, that's why I'm here". Brad said while squeezing his pecs and abdomen.
If I'm going to be honest, Brad did gain some weight, but he still looked amazing. He's wearing a tight gray shirt that's one size too small, revealing his huge round pecs, his abs were showing even under his shirt. His strong muscular arms were flexing while touching his body. His compression pants were not hiding his thick thighs and bulge, and not to mention his grey hair and nicely trimmed beard, he's a silver fox with the whole package.
"Let's get started. " I stopped admiring his body, and we began our work out session.
I loved working out with Brad. He was my first client when I first started becoming a personal trainer, and we always had fun together. He was always generous with money, which I desperately needed, and he's generally a great person to talk to. Being an eye candy to look at is an added bonus.
Looking at Brad bench pressing, I began admiring Brad's body. I always wanted to mess around with Brad. Brad is gay and he never attempted to hide it. He was always flirting with me, and I would flirt back. It's obvious that we both enjoyed it, but the only problem is he's married. Brad was married to his husband Sean for 10 years, and I had met Sean a few times throughout the years, and made a great couple. I wouldn't want to break that relationship apart or I would have done so many things with him... tearing his tight shirt apart and feeling his hairy chest...slipping my hands in his pants while he's bench pressing, feeling his bulge...taking my dick out and pushing it into his mouth...
"You seem distracted, " Brad smirked, "someone is in a mood."
I was back from fantasizing, I was confused for a moment before realizing what happened. Looking down at Brad, he's staring directly at my bulge. I was standing right above him and my bulge was in perfect view for him. I was already getting a boner before and after all the fantasy, there was no mistake that my dick was throbbing under my loose shorts.
"uh... Sorry..." I swiftly put my hands down my pants and attempted to make it less obvious, my face must be bright red as I could feel my face burning.
"I uh... it was a crazy week, I couldn't get my dick in control. Sorry about that." I said, while I couldn't admit what I was fantasizing, I wasn't lying.
"Oh...do tell, did you get lucky? Who's the girl? Or guy? Do I know them?" Brad's eyes lit up with gossip.
"It's Adam, the one from Peter's school. We kind of did something."
"Oh that Adam? The one you couldn't stop talking about? What did you two do?"
"I flashed him a couple times, we touched each other and jerked off together. And I might have accidentally kissed him." I blushed. If I wasn't sure my face was red, I'm sure now.
"Ok, enough about me, I'm still your trainer and you have one more set to do." I said before Brad could ask more questions, and we were back to work. Talking about Adam didn't help with my huge problem down there. My dick was still throbbing, and it started leaking precum. I could tell Brad was still staring at my bulge, with my dick poking out, my shorts were stretched, he could easily look between, and my gray boxer briefs were on display, he could probably see a wet spot forming.
And then I noticed. In between Brad's leg, his bulge was getting bigger, and soon his erected cock was pointing at me under his tight compression pants. I could clearly see the outline of his cock, it's around 6 inches, uncut, it's pulsing with every push he was doing, pointing upwards trying to break through the fabric. He's definitely not wearing any underwear. I gulped and watched. The realization made my cock twitch, and I could feel my underwear getting sticky with precum.
It felt like forever until Brad finished his set. I shook my head to regain focus and we moved on to squats. We got into position, Brad picked up some dumbbells and I went behind him to spot him. Everything went smoothly, until I felt something touching the tip of my hard cock. I looked down, and realized that while Brad moved up and down, his huge ass was sticking out and slightly grazing my erection. I should have taken a step back, but I couldn't resist the touch, I stayed in position, and let Brad's motion caress me. I was desperate for more, Brad was basically edging me with his light touch from his ass, but I couldn't risk moving forward and took advantage of this situation. I was in agony, trying to hold the moan coming out each time our body made contact.
Suddenly he stopped. Brad stood up and put down the dumbbells, and turned around. He was panting, his face was slightly red, sweats were running down his neck, soaking his shirt.
"I'm getting hot." Brad murmured, and he peeled off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest, now soaking wet. He used his shirt to wipe out sweats from his head and neck, and started rubbing his chests and armpits.
I watched as he dried himself, frustrated with the lack of stimulation, but not long after I got distracted by his bulge. His hard cock is more visible than before, his compression pants could barely contain it, poking out with drops of precum sipping out. I was mesmerized, I couldn't look away, until Brad turned around and continued his squats.
Brad didn't put his shirt back on, I could see his broad shoulder and muscular back, his warmth radiated and I could smell his masculine scent. He was standing closer to me than before, he must have taken a step forward before turning around. His ass was pushing against my body while moving down, sliding across my abs before reaching my throbbing cock, I could feel my cock stuck between his crack, sliding from the tip to and base of my erection, and he stood back up rubbing his ass along my body again.
"ughh..." I moaned, I couldn't hold the moan any longer, and I grabbed my waist. He knew, there was no way he didn't know what he's doing to me, I was on edge, I could bust in any moment. As he moved up and down, I couldn't help but push my hip forward anytime my cock was between his ass crack, dry humping him harder and harder each time. I was getting closer and closer to shooting my load, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation from below.
"Oh shit!" Brad yelled.
I opened my eyes, and Brad is falling. I was pushing too hard and he lost balance. In a panic I tried holding onto his body to pull him back, and we both fell on the ground.
I was laying on my back while Brad was on top of me, my left hand holding onto his chests, my right hand grabbing his inner thigh, and my cock was still stuck between his ass. We both took a second to regain our posture and sit up.
"What the fuck happened? Are you guys alright?" Corey ran over, after hearing a loud noise.
I looked at Corey and came to my senses. I just humped Brad so hard we fell. I was embarrassed and ashamed, I should be the one looking after Brad, not causing injuries. And we were in a compromising position, in front of Corey. Brad was sitting between my legs, his ass still pushing against my groin, my hands hugging his body.
"We are fine, thanks. We are more than fine." Brad grinned, as he squeezed his ass, and my cock twitched.
"Thank god, be careful next time." Corey was relieved and walked away.
"I think we should end it here. Don't want to overwork your body." I said while I was still panting, stood up and helped Brad up. I could tell Brad was disappointed, but he agreed and cleaned up.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said while Brad and I walked to the locker room. I didn't usually take a shower after a session, I wasn't the one working out, but this time I needed one. I needed a cold shower to cool down.
"Alright, I'm going to the sauna to relax a bit." Brad said, and he winked, "And that was fun, let's do it again soon." He grabbed my erection for a second, squeezing it and walked away.
I didn't know how to respond to that. Did that count as cheating? Will that ruin Brad's marriage if we keep doing what we did? Can we do more than that? I'd love to play around with Brad but I'm conflicted. But I know I have something I need to take care of one way or the other.
I looked around, the showers were empty. It's early and most people were at work. I took my clothes off, and I entered one of the stalls. I turned on the shower and my hands reached down to my still very hard cock. My plan had changed. I couldn't just take a cold shower to subdue my erection after Brad grabbed it. I didn't bother closing the curtain, as no one was here, Brad was in the sauna, and part of me wanted to be caught, showing off my body.
I slowly stroked my cock with my right hand while letting hot water run down my body. I closed my eyes, reminding myself of the sensation of Brad holding my cock earlier, of Brad's ass sliding on my dick, my left hand feeling my pecs and abs, remembering the warmth of Brad's body while I was holding him. I started stroking faster, I need to release all the tension building up...
And then I heard a noise, a shower turning on. I opened my eyes and in the stall across from mine, Brad was standing there. He was lathering his chests with soap. His hands roaming on his body, slowly moved down his abs, onto his erected cock. His one hand started pumping his uncut dick, while the other hand kept reaching down to his balls. He let out a loud moan, not trying to suppress it, while staring at me stroking my cock.
I was enjoying the view, and to my surprise, Brad turned around and slightly bent over. His hands reached back, stretched open his ass and started teasing his hole. His finger was circling his hole, his ass was wide open for me to see.
"Wanna help me wash my back?" Brad turned his head to me and smirked.
"What about your husband?" I hesitated. Although every bone in my body was telling me to accept the offer, I couldn't help thinking about his marriage.
"Oh trust me, Sean would love to hear about what happened today. You have no idea how many erotic stories he wrote about us." Brad laughed. "He loves writing erotic novels."
Brad convinced me, and to be honest, not very hard to do. I walked across into his stall, and started lathering his back, feeling his strong back in the palm of my hands. Brad let go of his ass, and reached further back. He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward. My hard cock was back inside his crack, but this time there was no fabric in between. Brad started moving his ass, grinding my cock while holding my ass tight.
"Show me where you touched Adam. I need to know more." Brad whispered. I nodded, and my hands held onto his chests, hugging him from behind. I could feel his back pushing tight against my bare chest, as my hands explored his hairy, muscular chest.
"Did you touch his nipples?" Brad asked.
"Yes. His nipples were pink and hard" I said, and I found his nipples, circling them with my fingertips, and lightly pulling and tweaking them. Brad was moaning louder with each touch.
"Did you feel his abs?" Brad whimpered.
"Yes. He is hairier than you." My hands dropped down, feeling every muscle on his abdomen.
"And did you pump his dick, and milk every last drop of cum out?"
"No, but I want to. I very much want to." I grasped his hard cock and started pumping fast. I closed my eyes and in my mind I was not only jerking Brad off. My dick wasn't just in Brad's crack.
We were both grunting and grinding on each other's body, my hands were stroking harder and faster, all I wanted was to satisfy him and make him cum. Brad was thrusting his hip into my hands and pushing back grinding my dick, and soon we were in sync, and we shot our load at the same time. I was cumming onto Brad's back and ass, and Brad's hot cum was all over my hands and on the wall.
"Ughh... stop, please stop." Brad begged. I stopped jerking his cock, and did one final pull, pushing all the cum out. We were both breathing heavily, panting and exhausted.
"I'm about to collapse, this is the best exercise we did together, we should add this to our work out routine." Brad joked, while trying to stand still. I didn't let go of him, still holding him tight.
"Sure, only if your husband doesn't mind." I said, as I still had some reservations, I wanted to make sure everything was fine.
"Oh don't you worry, maybe next time I should invite you to my home, you two would get along."
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