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My Future Son-in-law -- Part 13
"Could you pass me the coffee?" I asked Tom, nodding towards the marble island.
He complied, his eyes lingering on my bare chest underneath the robe. I had grown fond of these lazy Sunday breakfasts in the kitchen, a comfortable routine that had formed between us in the past month. I loved just looking at his movements as he leaned in and poured coffee in my mug. There was an easiness to life now, as things had resolved with Chloe and Karen. I took a sip, savoring the warmth and familiarity of the moment. Tom and I had come a long way since the revelation of our illicit encounter on Chloe's honeymoon. I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratification as I watched him move around my kitchen, a place he now called home as well. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and boxers, his sculpted body on display. I had always found Tom's shyness and insecurities endearing. It was one of the things that drew me to him in the first place.
"You know I've always preferred my coffee like my men," I teased, smirking at him.
Tom blushed, playing along.
"Oh? And how's that?"
"Strong, rich, and with just the right amount of bite," I said, taking a sip.
"Is that so, old man?" he replied, an amused smile playing on his lips.
I could get used to this easy banter, the comforting intimacy that had grown between us in the shared kitchen. Tom took a bite of his croissant. Sundays were remarkably similar these days. Breakfast, gym, sex. But this Sunday I had decided to try out Tom's gym for a change. He talked very highly of it, and the new personal trainer he had working for him. On my expense, of course.
''Speaking about old... I've been thinking about my birthday,'' I said.
''Yeah? Do you want me to plan something?''
''No, not exactly,'' I responded, choosing my words carefully. ''I was thinking of something a little more, low-key.''
''Like what?''
''Just the two of us and maybe Chloe. I don't know, maybe we could take her out for dinner or something. Catch up, you know.''
''Sure, I'd like that,'' Tom replied, seeming genuinely warmed by the thought. "She told me a few things about her new job when I called her last week."
His ex-wife and my daughter had been more understanding of our relationship recently, and maybe it was time to take it a step further, inviting her to our home. I wanted both Tom and Chloe in my life and a birthday party could be a good first step. I looked at Tom. His eyes glanced down at the coffee mug in his hands, his mind drifting away.
"I have decided I really need a job now. I can't let you support me like this."
"You know I don't mind, baby."
Karen, my ex-wife had always been fiercely independent, and to be able to treat Tom like this had been wonderful. But I understood his concerns and looked at him.
''I know you don't like it. But Harrison's been helping me out,'' he said with a hint of hesitation.
I tensed up, my fingers tightening on my coffee mug.
"Harrison?" I asked, my voice surprising myself with a hint of concern.
"Yeah," Tom replied. "You know he has some really good connections. He has fixed me up at an interview today after gym. It's a really posh realtor downtown."
"And this help is with no strings attached?"
Shots of memories surfaced in my mind - Harrison making advances on Tom, the scuffle in the office, and the subsequent fuck in the same office desk to force Harrison to back off. I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to question Tom further. Harrison had succumbed to me, and if necessary, I could repeat the process with him. It had been enjoyable in its own right. To press the issue further now, seemed unnecessary, like picking at an old wound. Harrison was still my colleague, and I was dependent on him as we had several joint cases.
"Just be careful, alright?" I said.
Tom's eyes shot up, catching mine.
"Yes, of course, I will. I'm not a child, you know."
"No, you are very much a man.", I said gravelly.
The tension filled the room. Was I jealous? Maybe. Tom had mentioned Harrison's name, and it stirred up feelings I hadn't thought about in a while. But it wasn't just Harrison. I had to be honest with myself. The notion that Tom would get a job, get more independent, scared me somehow. Our relationship was both brittle and stable at the same time. All I knew was I wanted him. Badly. It was time to shake up the Sunday routine. Tom stood there, lingering by the coffee pot, oblivious to the tension in the room. I stood up and walked towards Tom. He looked at me with a question in his eyes, unsure of what was about to happen. I took his mug from him, setting both of them on the counter. Tom was unaware of my intentions and remained still.
I moved towards him, closing the distance between us. I cupped his jaw, my fingers tracing the smooth contours of his face. I leaned in and kissed him, my lips parting over his mouth, tasting the coffee lingering on his tongue. He softly moaned, falling into the kiss, his hands finding their way to my back.
"Where the fuck is this coming from?" Tom asked, breaking the kiss, a hint of confusion creeping into his voice.
"I just want to remind you that you are mine. You belong to me. And no one else," I replied with a dark voice.
With a swift motion, I lifted Tom up and sat him on the kitchen counter. His legs dangled on either side, hanging onto my waist as I held him. I trailed my finger down the side of his face, relishing the smoothness of his skin. He bit his lip, watching me with a hungry look in his eyes. I leaned in, closing the gap between our mouths once more. Our kiss was desperate, needy, as I let my desire for him consume me. He whimpered into my mouth, his hands gripping the front of my robe.
"You understand what I am saying, Tom?" I asked, nibbling at his ear lobe.
He whimpered in response, his hips grinding restlessly against mine.
"Tell me, baby, tell me who you belong to?"
"I'm yours, Phil," he moaned, burying his face in my shoulder. "I belong to you."
"Yes, you do. But I want to hear you say it."
I ran a hand under the hem of his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his toned chest against my fingers. He arched into me, and I used the opportunity to lift the shirt off of him. I was greeted by the vision of his bare, smooth chest, the muscles flexing as he squirmed in my grasp. I traced a finger down his torso, feeling his twitches and tremors at my touch.
"Phil," he gasped, his breathing heavy with anticipation.
I leaned in again, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. My fingers continued to trail down his body, sliding into the waistband of his boxers. Tom grabbed onto my arms for support as I seductively slipped my hand inside, cupping his soft, smooth balls in my palm. He was already getting hard, the evidence obvious inside his underwear. I kneaded him gently, enjoying the sensation of his warmth and silkiness under my fingers.
I broke away from the kiss and looked into Tom's eyes. His gaze was intense, betraying his excitement and anticipation. I raised my eyebrows and signaled for him to come closer. I slipped his boxers down just enough to free his growing erection. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly began to pump, feeling him grow even harder in my grasp. Tom moaned, his head falling back in pleasure.
"I'm going to fuck you right there on the table. I want you to feel me deep, feel me own this ass."
My dirty talk pushed him over the edge, his whimpers and gasps driving me wild. I unwrapped my fingers from around his cock, moving my hand back up to his hip. With a swift motion, I lifted him off the counter, setting him down on the kitchen table that we had just been casually laughing over just moments before. I spread his legs and positioned myself in-between them. I let my robe drop to the floor, standing there in only my boxers, my hardness obvious through the fabric. I lifted his legs up, exposing his taint and asshole to me. I leaned in, my breath gusting against his ass. I swirled my tongue around his entrance, eliciting a low, guttural moan from Tom. I grinned to myself, feeling satisfied by the sound. I moved my hands up, pushing his legs back even further. My tongue danced around his asshole, teasing him with what was to come.
The sight of him splayed out naked on the kitchen table, legs spread wide apart, was an image I knew I'd want to relive over and over. My cock throbbed in anticipation, eager to plunge deep inside Tom. But I wasn't done with him yet. I kneaded his ass cheeks, feeling the weight of them in my hands. He squirmed under my touch, pushing his hips back towards me in a desperate plea for more. I parted his cheeks with my thumbs, exposing his tight entrance to me. I ran my tongue up his taint, relishing the taste of his smooth skin, before flicking it against his puckered hole. He shivered with each lick, gasping and writhing on the table. I grabbed hold of his legs, pinning him down as I continued to lap at his ass. He keened loudly, one hand reaching out to grip the edge of the table.
"Your hole is so fucking hot, Tom. I can't wait to be inside you," I murmured, barely able to hold back my desire.
He just whimpered in response. He was such a boy slut, and I loved to keep him on the edge like this. I delved my tongue deeper into his hole, lubricating it with saliva to prepare for what was about to come. I teased him with the tip of my tongue, tracing its outline and teasing the rim of his entrance. He squirmed in agony, desperate for me to take him right there. My cock ached within my boxers, begging me to be released so I could plunge myself inside him.
I spread his legs wider, pushing them back and hooking them over my elbows. I looked down at Tom's exposed hole, pink and tight, glistening with my spit. My mouth watered with anticipation. I wanted to taste him more, to feel him against my tongue again, but I knew I needed to plunge deep inside him instead. I ran my fingers lightly over his entrance, teasing him. He moaned, eyes rolling back into his head as he pushed himself against my hand. I let my fingers trail over his balls before slipping one inside him.
"Fuck, Phil," he groaned, pushing back against my finger.
My cock twitched in anticipation, the head peeking out from the band of my boxers. I slipped another finger inside him, stretching him open for me. I could feel his muscles rippling around my fingers as I pumped them in and out of his hole.
"Do you want more, Tom? Do you want me to fuck you hard and deep on this kitchen table?"
With one last thrust, I pulled my fingers out of him.
I reached down to my cock, which was now fully erect and dripping precum. I stroked myself once, twice, before aligning the tip of my cock against his entrance. He shivered with desire, watching me as I slowly pushed myself inside him. I fought against the urge to thrust deeply into him right away. Instead, I took my time, letting him adjust to my size as I slowly fed him my length. With my hands on his hips, I plunged myself deeper, feeling his muscles tighten around me as I bottomed out inside him.
Tom's eyes widened, his mouth opening to form an 'o'. I paused for a moment, letting him adjust to the intrusion, before pulling out slowly and then pounding back into him. Sweat broke out on our bodies, and my cock grew harder with each stroke. I grabbed Tom's legs and bent them over my shoulders, giving myself more room to fuck him. His legs wrapped around my neck, and he gripped my ass with both hands, pulling me even deeper. Every thrust caused Tom to cry out in pleasure, and I could feel myself reaching the edge of cumming. It was the best piece of ass I had ever had. His toned body writhed with pleasure, and his legs gripped me tighter every time I bottomed out inside him. I could feel myself getting close, and I leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Beg for it, Tom."
He trembled under me as I increased my pace, my hips pistoning into him with desperation.
"Please," he begged. "Please, Phil."
That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed onto his hips, pushing him down onto the table as I plunged deeper into him. It was a sturdy piece of furniture, custom made for the apartment and able to withstand my animalistic thrusting. My cock throbbed in delight as it slammed against the rippling walls of his ass, each nerve ending alight with raw pleasure. Tom whimpered with every brutal thrust, his fingers desperately clutching the far edge of the table.
"Again," he gasped. "Harder."
I was happy to oblige. With a feral growl, I wrapped one arm around his lower back, lifting his hips slightly off the table's surface. The other arm held onto the table's edge for support, anchoring us in place. The new angle allowed for deeper, more punishing thrusts as I took what I wanted, plowing his hole with every bit of my length and girth.
Tom's cries of pleasure escalated, as he felt every inch of my cock ravishing his ass. I could feel his muscles spasming and clenching as I pulled back, only to slam forward again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the kitchen. With a loud, primal groan, I plunged deep inside him, spilling my hot load into him. The feeling of his ass milking my cock was too much, and I let out a string of obscenities as I came, spilling myself inside him.
Tom collapsed onto the table, his legs shaking and his breathing heavy. I gently pulled out and stood there, catching my breath as I gazed upon the beautiful mess I'd created. The sight of Tom sprawled out, with cum oozing out of him, was incredibly arousing. I wanted to see him come too. I reached down and started jerking him off, my hand wrapped tightly around his cock. His head tilted back; eyes closed in pleasure as I stroked him. He let out a low moan, hips lifting off the table as he neared his release.
I quickened my pace, feeling his cock grow even harder in my grip. I leaned in, whispering filthy words into his ear, urging him to cum for me. He whimpered, hips bucking against my hand as he reached his peak. With a loud cry, he came, spilling himself all over my hand and the kitchen table.
I slowed down my strokes, letting him come down from his high. I brought my hand up to my mouth, licking off every drop of his cum. I stared at Tom with a devilish grin. He looked at me with a dazed expression, but I knew he was still in the heat of the moment.
"Come on, baby. Let's get cleaned up. We were supposed to go to the gym," I said.
I pulled him up off the table. He wobbled on his legs, still catching his breath. I smacked his ass playfully and walked toward the sink to wash my hands. Tom followed me, stepping closer to wrap his arms around my waist.
"Philip, do we have to go to the gym?" he asked in a sultry voice.
I turned around and looked at him with a raised brow.
"Yes, it's important for you to keep your workout routine up," I replied sternly.
He pouted at me, but I knew he would listen. I wanted him to keep his body fit, not just for his own health, but also for my own pleasure. I watched as he slipped into a pair of tight workout shorts and a tank top that hugged his muscles. My cock twitched in my own gym shorts at the sight of him. I cleared my throat and turned away, not wanting him to see the evidence of my desire.
"I can't wait for you to meet Xavi", Tom said. "He has really been keeping me busy at the weights. I'm sure you'll get along great, and he might be able to help you out too."
"I'd like that," I replied, feigning enthusiasm.
I wasn't much for meeting new people, and I was still reeling from the intense orgasm I'd just experienced. But I didn't want Tom to think I wasn't interested in his life or his friends. I couldn't get the images of Tom and I having sex on the table out of my mind. This feeling of jealousy and possessiveness towards Tom wasn't something I was used to. I was usually more in control of my emotions, but the thought of Harrison being a part of our lives again stirred up feelings I didn't know I had.
It was the first time I'd been to Tom's gym, and as we walked into the weightlifting area, the scent of sweat and metal filled the air. I took in the room, noting the various equipment that surrounded us. It was more modern and slick than the gym I frequented, and the patrons seemed generally younger.
"Tom, over here."
Their voices cut through the noise, and I shifted my attention to a corner of the room. A young Latin man with black hair and a sculpted body gestured for Tom to come over. I watched as they chatted, laughing and joking with each other.
"Philip, this is Xavi. He's the personal trainer I told you about." Tom smiled, introducing us.
Xavi looked me up and down, a smirk forming on his lips.
"Nice to meet you, Philip. I've heard a lot about you."
He was noticeably young, nineteen at most. He wore a tanktop, revealing his bulging biceps and a scent of hair travelling down his upper chest. There didn't seem to be an inch of fat on his body. Xavi's eyes lingered on me, sizing me up in a way that made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I shifted on my feet, still reeling from the encounter with Tom earlier that morning.
"Hopefully good things," I said lightly, forcing a smile.
"Oh, of course. I mean, Tom talks about you a lot."
I felt a twinge of unease. I was surprised to learn that Tom discussed our personal life with him. He was usually quite reserved. I had assumed they were on friendly terms but kept their conversations strictly professional. Nonetheless, I kept cool and began to stretch, eyeing Xavi. The tension in the air was palpable, and I saw Tom glance between us nervously.
Xavi showed us some different exercises, his attention focused on my form. He corrected my posture and added extra weights to my bar, catching me off guard and challenging me. I relished the thrill of the new weight and appreciated the push. I saw Tom watching us, a hint of worry in his eyes. I wanted to alleviate his fears, so I followed Xavi's instructions, focusing on my workout and ignoring the undertones of the situation. By the end of our session, I was exhausted but proud.
Xavi gave me a knowing look.
"You're strong, Philip. But you're also stubborn."
"I prefer the term 'focused,'" I replied, managing a chuckle. "I'm willing to learn new things."
"I bet", he said with a wink.
I appreciated Xavi's dedication to pushing me harder. Still, I couldn't deny the discomfort I felt as his flirtatious remarks intensified. He would occasionally brush past me, making sure to touch my arm or shoulder, or stand just a little too close. I could sense Tom's growing unease, but I didn't know how to address the situation without causing a scene.
"You have a fantastic body, Philip," Xavi said, admiring my muscles as I finished my last set of bench presses. "You should consider some personal training sessions with me."
His hand lingered on my arm as he spoke, sending a shiver down my spine. I glanced at Tom, who was watching us with narrowed eyes. I pulled away from Xavi and stood up, wiping the sweat from my brow.
"Thanks for the offer, Xavi," I said curtly.
I had to get away from a situation I felt I was not the master of. Somehow this Latin twink got under my skin. I told Tom I would head for the gym's steam room for a while, just to decompress. He understood and nodded, his gaze lingering on Xavi.
"I'll catch you later," I said over my shoulder as I walked away.
I wrapped a towel around my waist as I entered the steam room and breathed in the moist heat, feeling the tension in my muscles begin to release. I stood there, surrounded by the fog, thinking about the awkward situation with Tom and Xavi. I tooka breath, and tried just to enjoy the present moment. The fog in the steam room was thick and impenetrable. I walked slowly towards the bench at the far end of ther room, the steam making my skin feel hot and damp. The heavy humid air gradually soothed my overworked muscles from the intense workout session I had just finished. I took another deep breath, taking in the aroma of sweat and heat. The muffled whirring of the steam room generator was barely audible.
Relaxing in a steam room had become a ritual for me; It cleared my mind and helped reset my body after a long day of work or intense physical activity. I started to track of time as I sat on the bench, but my muscles felt better than ever, and I was enjoying being alone. The tiles were slightly cool against my back as my mind drifted to my birthday. 48 years old. Despite the impending milestone, I felt stronger than ever, confident in my own skin. I let out a content sigh, feeling the weight of the day slip away.
But peace was not meant to last. The heavy wooden door of the steam room creaked open, and a blast of chilly air accompanied the entrance of a newcomer. The fog made it impossible to discern anything, but from the sillhouette I gathered it was Tom. I closed my eyes in anticipation.
"Hey there, baby," I murmured; my eyes still closed.
I smiled to myself. He really was a wicked boy. One thought he would have had enough after the rough session in the kitchen. I felt his hand on my chest, tracing the curve of my defined pectoral muscles. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, making me pause momentarily. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Xavi's smiling face. His black hair, still slightly damp from his shower, stuck to his chiseled cheekbones and aquiline nose. He had the most charming green eyes that sparkled with mischief.
"Just let me take care of you, daddy," Xavi said, his dimpled cheeks making him look even more adorable.
He got quickly down on his knees, and opened my towel, revealing my semi-hard cock. He didn't hesitate and put it in his mouth, taking me in completely. I let out a loud moan, and I could feel my cock grow hard in his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down further, making him take all of me.
"You like that, don't you?" Xavi asked as he pulled back up and licked my shaft.
"Fuck, yes," I muttered, still holding his head in place.
He went back to work on my cock, hungrily taking it in repeatedly. What the fuck was I doing? This wasn't right in any shaper or form, no matter how skilled a cock sucker he was. I reached down and placed my hand on his head, gently but firmly pushing him away.
"Wait," I said, my voice hoarse with pleasure. "Stop."
Xavi looked up at me, a mix of surprise and confusion in his eyes. He pulled away from my cock, leaving it wet and glistening in the dim light of the steam room.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. My heart was racing, and my cock was still painfully hard. But I knew that what I was about to do was the right thing.
"This isn't right," I said, shaking my head. "We can't do this."
Xavi looked hurt, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his towel around his waist, tying it tightly.
"It's your loss, mister", he said with a pout, before turning and leaving the steam room.
I let out a sigh, leaning my head back against the tiles. My cock was still hard, but my guilt was stronger. I knew what I had done was wrong, and I wasn't proud of it. But there was something intriguing about Xavi, I couldn't deny it.
I went out into the changing room and sat down, when Tom came in.
"What did Xavi do in here?" he asked.
"He came on to me,", I admitted sheepishly, "but I told him off."
"He is such a slut. Do you fancy him?"
Tom's voice betrayed a hint of fear and uncertainty. I opened my eyes and looked at him, searching for the right words. I knew that telling the truth would hurt him, but lying wasn't my style.
"Yes, I do," I said finally. "He's an attractive boy, Tom. But that doesn't change anything between us."
Tom nodded, looking slightly relieved. He sat down next to me, our wet skin sticking together as the cool air from the steam room's vent wafted over our bodies.
"I'm still your guy?"
"Always, baby."
We got dressed in silence, and the tension in the air dissolved somewhat. We left the changing room together and walked towards the exit. Xavi was nowhere to be seen, and a part of me felt relieved. I realized that my temptation was gone.
"I got to go", Tom said when we reached the street. "I have that job interview." Tom said hesitantly.
"Good luck", I said.
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and watched him disappear into the crowd. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering feeling from the encounter in the steam room. Xavi's pouty lips wrapped around my cock, and that cheeky look in his eyes. I had made promises to Tom, and I intended to keep them all. But the reality was I had cheated on Tom with Karen, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was truly capable of monogamy. I felt guilt for my actions, but there was also an undeniable spark of attraction that lingered towards Xavi. And what would happen if Tom would get a job, a new connection to the world? I felt unsure as I walked home alone towards our apartment.