Jack was a horny good looking 19 year old; girls wouldn't let him fuck them for reasons you'll discover; most guys in the high school shower after gym made fun of his endowment calling him "donkey dick." He had some very hot times with his cousin Rod a couple of years prior, and played with his brother, but mostly kept his sexual urges to himself until now.
Jack had brown hair, blue eyes, great well developed, natural biceps and a hairy chest. Many people would tell him that he looked like a young Don Johnson. His best asset was between his legs. Soft his dick was 6" and grew to 8.5" by just under 8" thick. When he stood in front of the mirror his long thick dick hung on two VERY low hanging balls that resembled the size of large eggs.
Jack loved to go commando wearing tight jeans because the crotch seam rode right up the centre of his baby makers. Because his balls were always shaved he could easily stimulate himself by walking through mall; his dong hung to the right accented by a huge, thick ridged, bulbous, cut head. Both men and women would check him out and he loved it.
Even down at Haulover (nude) beach in N Miami Beach Jack's cock would get him attention as he would do his morning work out. Running naked up and down on the beach Jack would fight getting an erection as his cock and balls flew up and down slapping his belly then his legs. Sometimes it was just too much and his cock would throb as it pressed against his abs. Hardons were far from rare at Haulover.
Today Jack and his father Gordon were going to Haulover. As he walked into the parking lot Jack looked around to see if he had an audience. Most guys might be a little self conscious going to a condo parking spot wearing only a tight, overly packed, yellow speedo with the lining torn out, but Jack enjoyed the thought of the shock treatment that might be provided. Nobody was around. Just as he entered the car, and put his left leg in, out popped his right, very full, hairless ball.
You couldn't plan it this way but at the same moment Father James, a new, young, drop dead gorgeous, clerical collar wearing, Catholic priest came up from behind Jack to ask him directions. His mouth opened and his eyes dropped to see Jack's ample ball sack and the package contained in the speedo. Most men don't have with two balls what Jack had with one.
In his almost hypnotized state, being under a spell, Father James was thrown off his pattern of thought and was captivated by just part of Jack's fine specimen of manhood. Jack didn't try to conceal or tuck away his stray ball, instead he looked at the Father's own very blessed package that was right at eye level. Holy fuck took on new meaning that day!
Either he wasn't wearing underwear at all, or he was wearing boxers, his almost form fitting pants revealed a cock like a huge piece of salami extending down his left leg. In the seconds that took place in their accidental meeting the Father's cock revealed a burgeoning cockhead that rivaled Jack's. The synergy of the moment made Jack's cock surge out of the confines of his bathing suit. Out of the top of his speedo his cock reared its head like the Loc Ness Monster. There was instant desire between the two men and their cocks were attesting to it.
Before these two young men could say or do anything it was over before it started. Gordon finally got to the car breaking the spell. Catholic guilt instantly set in for the Father. Like a skiddish deer off he went without even uttering a word. It was too bad because Jack would have liked pursuing the Father. The kind of instant attraction where lightening seems to strike between two men is illusive and rare. Only with his cousin Rod had he felt sparks fly in such a powerful way.
If you've read Nifty/Authoritarian/Popping Dad's Cherry you know how that day and night developed. Jack's youthful serpent of a cock was well used and his balls well drained probably for the first time in his life.
The following afternoon Jack made his way to the local gym. His locker was in the back corner of the change room, number 221. As luck would have it standing in front of locker 222 was Father James. He had just finished shedding his clerical collar for a pair of spandex shorts, form fitting shirt, and runners. Instantly the Father recognized Jack, nodding his head at him, becoming flustered by a rush of immediate sexual attraction; thinking powers were quickly switching to the Father's small head. Realizing that his cock was about to betray him he closed his locker and hurriedly got to his workout.
Jack changed into his shorts, without any lining of course, and instantly spotted the Father on a cross trainer. He opted to take the machine facing the Father. When his eyes met the Father's a smirked formed on his face. You could read the panic on his face as Father James wrestled with his options. By the time he pondered what to do next there were no other machines available due to a disproportionate crowd of women at the gym that day. This guy was nothing if not committed to his workout regime, so he decided to suck it up (pardon the pun) and stay where he was.
Pretending to listen to his audio book on the Rise and Fall of the Third Reich was just a diversion. Lust was welling up in his balls. His attempts to suppress his lust was failing by the minute. Tried as he did for 30 minutes to focus on the odious subject matter of his book, the object of his growing desire was a mere 6 feet away from him.
The longer Jack worked out close to the Father the more he knew that he wanted him. He had to have him! Father James was a Gerard Butler look alike, approximately 28 years old, 5' 10", brown hair, with huge brilliant blue eyes, well muscled body (approximately 52" chest, 33" waist, 20" biceps). If there was such a thing as being under a spell Jack was a goner. His cock plumped but didn't harden to the point of erection. The front of his black shorts were absorbing his precum as his cock leaked like a sieve.
The minute Father James' machine went to the cool down cycle, Jack followed and slowed down too. The next step in his routine was the bench press. The Father set up his weights. As he was doing so Jack sauntered over and asked him if he needed a spotter. How could he refuse as he looked deeply into Jack's beautiful blue eyes? God help me, he thought. It was like he was in free fall and couldn't help himself.
Father James positioned himself laying down on the bench. Just as he fully reclined, and began to reach up for the barbell, he found himself looking straight up the leg of Jack's shorts. A couple of inches from the leg opening of his shorts was Jack's one eyed monster. Jack saw the look of shock on the Father's red face which only got more intense as a huge dollop of precum flowed out of his cock and on to the Father's forehead. Poor Father James! He must have been estranged from the Palm sisters because his already massively thick sausage like manmeat went from curving down his left leg to standing at attention taking on gi-normous proportions. Flustered by his arousal he lept up rubbing the top of his head on Jack's growing dong just before smacking his head into the barbell. When he sat up he grabbed his hand towel, placing it over his betrayer.
Jack was certainly a show off but he had the good sense to know that a gym is not the place to show off his superiority in the male equipment department. He grabbed his towel and made a quick exit to the men's change room which was only 20 feet away.
Before standing to do the same as Jack, the Father looked around and subtly got to the change room.
By the time they got to the change room the last few men who were at the gym were leaving. Jack held back once inside the door hoping the Father was close behind him. When Father James entered the door Jack followed him. His sense of smell became alive as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of the Father's sweat; his musky scent was addicting.
At the lockers both men sat the bench partially winded from hurrying but also from the extreme sense of arousal they shared. Both of their cocks were throbbing firmly planted against their abs. What was going to happen next? The Father's sexual desires had long since trumped what his brain and church teachings were telling his rational mind.
Having decided that he would take cold shower to make his cock subside he placed his thumbs inside the waist band of his spandex and was just about to pull them down when Jack spoke up and asked the Father,
"What are you doing?"
The Father replied, "I need a shower. I need help getting my cock under control."
Jack said, "No, I like how you smell right now. Let me take care you and then we can go over to my place."
It was an offer he couldn't refuse. Facing Jack, the Father almost ripped off his shorts exposing the most breath taking cock Jack had ever seen. The Father's manmeat was a masterpiece that stood strong and proud, spewing a steady flow of precum, a good 10.5" long and 8 plus inches thick. His cockhead was thicker than the shaft but looked absolutely perfect. His balls were equally massive as they swayed like a pendulum between his legs, the size of small lemons.
Jack immediately shed his shorts and dropped to his knees in awe of this superior specimen of manhood. As his tongue got the first taste of the sweet savor of the Father's man juice the flow increased forming a puddle on his tongue. Coupled with the scent that was emanating from between the Father's legs Jack was getting a strong sense of heaven and was falling in lust.
Locking his mouth on the tip of this monster Jack starting licking and sucking, almost nursing like a ravenous baby on its mother's tit after a long night's rest. Father James was far too aroused to last long under this kind of extreme sensation. He'd fantasized what it would be like to have a man suck his cock but this was better than he could imagine. Within minutes his cock erupted with the first volley of cum; it was so powerful in force and volume that it overwhelmed Jack. Jack choked and coughed. While cum was flowing down his gullet, it was also coming out his nose and dribbling out of the corners of his mouth. Not wanting to lose much he caught up the Father pecker as his hose dumped twelve massive shots of hot cum down his throat.
Part 2 is coming. Tell me what you think so far. Stingdelray@yahoo.com
Thanks to Spiro for the title: spirokram@aol.co.uk