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(NOTE: This story continues the "prequel" series begun with Chapter 110. Although this series is a stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. The characters in this prequel, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim Larson will make more sense.)
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Sun Jun 30
"So what you doing today?" Tony watched his son Rich eat his breakfast with typically hearty teenage relish "you gotta go in today?"
"Not today. Monday and Tuesday then the holiday. You?"
"On duty next Sunday not today. You mom wants me to go with her to the new shopping center down in – "
"You goin?"
"I should but..." he was running out of excuses, trying to keep his marital troubles from his too-smart-for-his-own-good son "she's probably gonna end up going with her sisters and..."
"And I know how you enjoy being with those hens."
"They're your aunts!"
"And they can stay that way" Rich finished his huge plate of eggs "I'm gonna put in some 'garage time' while I figure out what t'do today?"
"W-when?" he watched Rich's expressions with his radar on high.
"After a shower" Rich shrugged "you?"
"Well you go ahead then, before it warms up too much out there."
"Work out with me dad! C'mon!"
"Maybe if I got time..."
"You got time" Rich put his dishes in the dishwasher, under his breath: make time.
An hour later Rich was in the garage, glad he decided to do this before the day got even worse. It was going to be another scorcher, that muggy doom threatening worse, so the sooner he finished up the better. He had finished his leg set and was working his calves when he heard the surprising but not unexpected sound of the door opening,
"You got a phone call" Tony stuck his head in the door, watching his son closely "your friend John wants – "
"John? Cool!" Rich was up and to the phone with his dad almost getting trampled in the process. He heard bits of conversation about some vague plans, maybe for that evening and then Rich hung up.
"So you two got plans?"
"Probably that movie tonight?"
"Movie right?" he narrowed his eyes "we're not talking anymore – "
"I ain't that dumb okay?" Rich could not believe he was stupid enough to let himself get caught drinking. Not at his age. And not with a cop for a dad!
"I'm serious mister."
"I promised. That was one thing I did before I realized how stupid I was. It wouldn't happen again! It only happened once and won't again!"
"Better not" and Rich was back in the garage. He was back finishing his legs, hoping the exchange did not weaken his temporary advantage. He wanted nothing better than to use his current leverage to... to do what exactly? It was his dad he was talking about! And his head was still spinning from everything that had come down since that game-changing Wednesday night. So he could pin his dad to the wall for... he would have to think about it. But he knew the longer he delayed it, the less of a chance he had to keep his dad in the crosshairs. He wanted to convince himself he saw more than he actually remembered from Wednesday. And then there was Larry! Big and horny Larry! Big and horny and hot for Rich, Larry! And knowing Larry and his dad were thick as thieves, well that was another thing to hold over his dad. Because if Larry was actually willing to do sex shit with him to the point of... Rich had to readjust his crotch remembering what happened at that warehouse. But until he squeezed the truth out of Larry about all of this, he would never be completely one hundred percent positive he really saw all he did that night right here in his garage. But that dress code! That he saw!
"So how long you gonna be in here?" Tony's head reappeared through the door after the longest fifteen minutes of his young life.
"You leaving or something?"
"I was thinking of..." one of those moments when everything hung in the balance. Rich knew his dad well enough to read his moods; he knew his dad was balanced on the proverbial knife's edge. He had to push his dad over, but how?
"Thinking of joining me? C'mon dad, it's me Rich remember? Hell, you know I'm not freaked out about what I saw – "
"Which was what. Exactly?"
"I saw a bunch of guys just doing stupid guys stuff, okay? Nothing to call out the army about, okay? Okay?" seeing his dad's nervous glances to Rich, around the room, back to Rich, down at himself, over and over until "geez dad, compared to what..."
"We don't gotta go there right now, okay?" his dad biting his lip, well he goes "maybe I guess getting those – "
"Can't it wait til later dad?" Rich noticed his dad's eyes on his shirtless chest "I was really wanting to do chest now and I know how much sh- how much crap you give me if I do it without a spotter and you told me like a hundred times not to do presses without a spotter..." seeing the hesitation lessen, knowing he found the weak spot "right?"
"Yeah... that's right... I guess."
"Well?" one word hanging in the close stifling air. Rich put his meaty thumbs on the scale, tipping it barely enough to notice.
"Well what?"
"Thought maybe..." Tony was the picture of nervousness hesitating with one hand still white-knuckling the doorknob as Rich closed in for the kill "maybe after last Wednesday you might be – "
"Might be WHAT?"
"I dunno..." Rich rubbed his sweaty chest, his dad's eyes returning there again and again "maybe got this stupid idea now us two ain't good for workouts no more."
"We're good okay?" eagle eyes all over Rich "you thinkin – "
"Naw, we're good" turning to face his dad head on "unless you are getting second thoughts about..." not the right moment to say it out loud "c'mon... dad. Be a sport. Spot me before we both die of heatstroke!"
"It sure is freaking hot in here!"
"No shit! I mean no kidding" Rich mopped his chest with a towel "that's why I so wanna get my workout finished before it gets even nastier today."
"No kidding" he hesitated biting his lip, something Rich knew was an indication of how deeply divided his dad remained. Usually he was all gung-ho decide-now, strike-while-the-iron-is-hot fuck-the-consequences head-first impulsiveness. But Rich could see the change in his dad. And it was something Rich was angling to exploit to his full advantage, and would be a fool not to "well... okay... one condition."
"What's that?"
"No more... y'know... `that' stuff okay?"
"Cool!" Rich layed out on the bench as his dad racked the plates! Rich did it! He pushed his dad over the edge "whoa! That much?"
"Yeah, y'can handle it! You got your spotter now, you been farting around long enough."
"Y'sure?"
"Do it Rich."
"Okay..." Rich grabbed the bar "but..."
"But what?"
"You load my weight, I then well I'm loading yours. Then I pick your pain level come your turn."
"Yeah sure fine" and the competition was on. Rich had the ball in his court and damn if he was not going to spike it.
Rich tested the bar and gave it a lift. It was more than his usual but not enough to cause serious concern. Yet. He finished his ten with a great deal of sweating and struggling. But only Rich knew it was more for appearance,
"Fine, y'happy?"
"Your form needs work. The last two were candy-ass sloppy."
Rich slid off the bench, and waved towards it. His dad shook his head and replaced him on the bench. When he saw Rich add two more plates, he knew the game was on. He gave it a tug and with Rich's crotch all but straddling his head, he muscled his way through all ten, the muscles in his chest and arms already starting to pop and fill. The musclehead Tony Show was on, and Rich was the MC.
"We're doing it serious today huh?"
"Always serious" Rich hoped he was not sweating too much "always, dad" so when he looked back and saw his dad readjust the weights for him, adding even more to what he did he whistled "you kiddin me right?"
"Thought we ain't kidding today. I am gambling you can handle it."
"And what if I don't?" there it was. Their agreed upon phrase. Once one or the other said those words out loud, the competition was on. High stakes lifting at the Norton garage.
"We can't be doing that no more okay?"
"C'mon dad..." Rich looked all innocent in his treacherous horny teen way "y'know you..." painting him tighter into the corner.
"I do know Rich, and I know it's not such a really good idea."
"You always said I need..." their eyes locked "my own kind of motivation. So, the usual?"
"The usual" his dad responded before he caught himself "one condition."
"Name it!"
"You'll owe me a favor, not tonight but when you least expect it!"
"Deal! You are so going down!"
"Wait... wait... Rich" he rested on the bar "maybe, y'know, maybe it ain't such a good idea anymore, I mean after – "
"You're just getting chickenshit on me now" like his dad was going to complain about language now, Rich was gambling and painting his dad tighter.
"Dunno if we should be..."
"We go on like usual because if you think that dumb-shit nonsense on Wednesday's gonna get you outa your deal, then you're just getting flabby and old!" tighter and tighter, the old man cornered.
"Hey!"
"And a wuss on top of it! I already agreed to your favor!"
"You sure? This is serious now Rich" Tony was already sweating, but not from the garage.
"Bring it on old man!"
"Y'sure the usual?" almost nodding at Rich's shorts.
"Definitely the usual" Rich turned beet red "but I ain't the one gonna be losing my dignity like" he slid beneath the ridiculous amount of weight and gave the bar and tug. At first it felt like it was bolted to the supports and then he managed to struggle it up and down once, every vein in his neck and shoulders popping out. And then twice. Luckily he had been practicing on higher weights. With a spotter other than his dad. So Tony had no clue his son was getting up into these higher weight ranges. In spite of that he made a big display of struggling with the last three, allowing his dad to spot him enough to make it look good. With a loud grunt he muscled them back into the rack with his dad's help "Damn!"
"Wow!" Tony was more than impressed "never thought you could do that!"
"Sometimes I surprise myself" Rich slid off the bench now slimy with his sweat "let's see the real pro do it! Let's see this town's number one musclehead do his thing!"
"Now you're talking" he took his spot, watching Rich replace the plates and add even more. He knew this was only a few pounds less that his most recent total record.
"No way, too much!"
"I do it, then you can do it."
"No really Rich, that's – "
"Like you are so going to wuss out stud! C'mon I'm right here spotting okay?" Rich bit his lip "what can go wrong?"
"I dunno, you gotta make sure – "
"I ain't about to let you drop them! Geez! Wuss alert!" and it happened; his dad took the bait, trapped in the corner right on cue. He grabbed the bar and pushed up. It took a few seconds to get his balance and then he started a slow painful series of lifts. Number five was rough; number six and his arms started shaking. The next two and Rich had to do everything he could to keep the barbell from crashing down on that huge chest. His dad grunted and the two of them barely got the bar back up to the rack.
"Fuck!" he swore, something he rarely did in front of his son.
"Brutal, that was brutal!" Rich was panting, catching his breath "what happened?"
"Man, you sure that was only" turning around to see the total weight "man..."
"Well dad..." Rich knew this was it; this was the critical moment of truth. Everything hinged on the next five seconds "the usual dad..." he said the magic words.
"I really really don't think that's appropriate – that's not the best idea anymore Rich..."
"Do it!" watching his dad hesitate, the seconds ticking away like a loud detonator, the line in the sand once crossed would change everything between them for the rest of their lives "just like always."
"I dunno... I mean... damn... not like it ain't fuckin hot in here" Tony knew swearing was the least of his concerns "go get us some waters from the frig" delaying the moment.
"Be right back" Rich headed for the door. He all but ran to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of bottles, fearing his dad was going to back out, fearing the moment was slipping away. Ever since that fateful Wednesday, he all but knew their workouts were going to change one way or another. Rich had a bad suspicion it would shift away from their "usual" to something more pg-rated, more "acceptable". When he returned to the garage and saw his dad still dressed, his worries were confirmed.
"Y'know Rich I been thinkin. This really REALLY ain't such a good idea..."
"You're SO wussing out on me old man" Rich had to push the issue "why? It's because of – "
"Look Rich! Maybe we're getting too old to be..."
"Geez dad" Rich took a swig from his bottle "first I'm a kid, now I'm too old? That's backwards ass logic even for you!"
"Hey, I've always been – "
"And c'mon you forgetting it's not like I ain't seen it all before" making a pointing of stopping and staring "well?"
"You... I mean... y'really... I mean... I gotta know Rich, I gotta know if you are cool with this, I mean seriously Rich. You gotta tell me you are okay about...?"
"The usual dad!" the phrase repeated.
"Why do I feel this is my funeral..." his hand hesitating at his tank-top.
"Wasn't before" 'Rich not moving a muscle "ain't now."
"Fuck..." he turned his back on his son and off came the shirt. To make matters worse he did not stop there. Usually they went two or three back-and-forth rounds before the rest happened but this time Tony knew he was just stalling the inevitable. After what his son saw -- or did not see Wednesday -- Tony knew the next step would bring down the house. And he had to see it for himself; see if his son's motivations and intentions really were... So when he pulled down his shorts and his jock as well, practically mooning Rich in the process, they both knew something has tipped the scales.
"Damnnnn...." Rich's eyes bugged out "that's always an eyeful!" again see his dad stripped naked, looking like something better suited to a competition stage or a magazine spread. Rich had to work out several hours a day to look half that good, but his dad was just born with it, it seemed. The big muscles, the firm rippled stomach, the perfect hard body, the perfect genes Rich was hoping he would inherit if he kept working at it.
"Getting old huh?" keeping his striated glutes pointed at his son, willing his cock to behave. Deep down inside Tony had to know if his suspicions about what his son's reactions to Wednesday were true. And in the process he got to give into this growing exhibitionist streak to boot. A win-win situation as far as Tony was concerned. And ever since that nightmare involving the Chief, Tony secretly wanted to be exposed to the eyes of other guys, forced to be exhibited like the slab of prime beef he was. Displayed, lusted after and humiliated, in equal amounts.
"Not even. I could get off -- I mean I could -- I mean that body never gets old."
"Don't think you got me on the ropes yet kid" he turned to face his son, his perfect olive toned competition-ready physique once again on display in all its glory. ALL its glory. Every muscle smooth and defined, hairless from his shaved head to his smooth pubes, with only that small goatee for contract. Rich's eyes traveled over all that flesh up and down, and was almost relieved his dad was not boning "now we gonna do something kinda different."
"H-h-how's that?"
"I'm thinking" he grabbed two thirty-five pound dumbbells for Rich and two forty-fives for himself "shoulders. But not lifts."
"Say wha?"
"They swing out" Tony demonstrated, lifting them sideways until his thick arms were level with his wide full shoulders "and then you hold them. First one to lower them does... a forfeit."
"Forfeit?" when Rich heard those words he almost felt the blood rush to his crotch "what forfeit?"
"Don't lose and y'won't find out" watching Rich pick up his set. His dad took his stance maybe three feet in front of Rich, grabbing his two and straightening up "one two three!" and father and son lifted them up and out.
Rich squeezed his eyes shut and felt the blood rush to his arms as the weights were locked in place, his hard thick biceps quivering stone. He held them for what seemed like several minutes when he finally opened his eyes and stared into his dad's face. Noticing his dad's gaze go up and down, from his face down to his crotch, up and down, several times, started to get to Rich. He knew he was still covered and his swelling cock could not be that noticeable, so he ventured a risk to lower his own eyes down his dad's thick ripped pecs bulging like mad, down to those washboard abs flexing with the growing strain, down to those shaved pubes and damn! but it looked like his dad was making flexing motions with his cock! It was still soft -- well sort of -- but it looked like he was squeezing and relaxing it over and over, the meaty head swelling and relaxing over and over. Like his dad was exercising his cock! Like it wasn't hard enough to keep his arms from not screaming with the pain of keeping those increasingly heavy weights up, but having to watch this? Even though he could have gone another thirty seconds or so, Rich lowered the weights and dropped them to the ground. He straightened up to see his dad's huge shoulders finally lower his pair.
"Man that was brutal!"
"That was just warming up!" Tony stood there pouring sweat off his body, all his muscles now shiny and popping out the vascular high relief "so..."
"So..." Rich put his hands behind his back "penalty huh?"
"Actually I said forfeit" he caught the slip, his eyes watching Rich like a hawk "guess you know those go, huh?"
"I figured" Rich grabbed the waistband of his running shorts and started a slow tug. When it got to his shaved pubes, he saw his dad's eyes widen. When he lowered them all the way and stepped out of them, he was surprised at his dad's reaction.
"Shaved?" his dad's voice almost cracked "commando?"
"Problem?"
"No, when did you – "
"Yesterday" which was not far from the truth "my turn" trying to distract him from seeing his dick starting to fill out a bit "these things just collecting dust" grabbing a thirty pound kettle-bell for himself and a fifty for his dad.
"Hey I don't think – "
"My turn I decide" Rich picked his up and suspended it between his knees, his feet spread wide "I'll do it over here so I don't knock you in the chops" turning his back on his dad "ten each side" looking over his shoulders "for starters."
"I should do the forty."
"Fifty" and Rich swung it up and over his left shoulder pivoting slightly. He swung it back down almost to the ground, his bare ass spread wide, his cheeks far enough apart he suspected his dad could see his hole. After ten he began to swing it up and over his right side, again turning until he was almost sideways, hoping to catch a glimpse of his dad but not enough. After twenty he was dripping wet, his back and ass shiny and straining "your... turn..." Rich panted.
"Okay" Tony stood where he was and started the deep swinging motions, his body straining up and down sideways and back. As Rich suspected the motions made his dad's long cut tube swing up and down, each time more blood pumping into that smooth tube a bit fuller and longer. When he caught Rich staring at his crotch he knew he might as well give up and let nature take its course. But the time he finished his cock was a nice long swollen piece of cut Italian meat.
"Your turn" Tony stood there dripping, keeping the weight tucked beneath his smooth balls. This time when his son turned and started his first ten, he could not ignore how his son was swinging his ass backwards each time, if anything his stance even wider this time, his bends lower. By the time he finished, he had to admit he was more hard than soft.
"How's that?" Rich turned, seeing his dad's swollen front "I guess it's fine, huh dad?"
"Yeah, Rich... you know you're looking good" Tony then turned his back on his son, his legs as wide apart as he could manage without losing his balance "you're lookin real fine doing that" and he started his set. If Rich thought he was giving a show for his dad, his dad's show was even more blatant. It almost seemed like he held the pose as long as he could each time the bell swung down, his muscle ass spread wide, his shaved crack leaving nothing to the imagination. Rich stood and stared at his dad's wide strong back, those thick arms, those hard glutes, those massive thighs, each part more muscled and contoured with hardness than the next. When his dad finished and turned Rich made a point of just standing facing him, the bell hanging from his right hand, watching his dad's reaction as he just stood there his hands at his sides as his dad's eyes watched his boner lift up and with each heartbeat fill out and lengthen and angle up until it was pointing right at his bald head "guess you don't mind the show huh?"
"Always did like our workouts" the two openly staring at each other's fronts. Seeing his son bone up like clockwork only made his own cock swing up and out until the bright red head was shiny and drum-tight, completely hard and as long as Rich ever noticed it before.
"Me too" Tony gave it a shake "but I guess it's something we both keep to ourselves right? Nothing gets me off – I mean gets me motivated like seeing all your hard work show clearly, but you already kinda suspected that."
"Last one?"
"Do it stud" as Rich's legs also took their widest stance and he imitated his dad's exaggerated swings, thrusting his ass out and back each time. He was just switching to the other side when a terrible thought crossed his mind. Was he still swollen back there? Could anyone tell something had been shoved in there? Was his butthole showing any telltale evidence? Rich had a major "oops" moment before he lowered his bell. Oh well too late now.
"Good form there, son. Really impressive" if his dad noticed he was not letting on "so..."
"We both finished right?" Rich squeezed his cheeks together and turned "so no penalties right?"
"Forfeits, no I guess not, unless..."
"Unless we both gotta do it maybe" Rich did not know where that came from. It was nothing they ever came up with before.
"Both? Like what?"
"I got an idea" like Rich had not been planning on this all along. He reached down and unlaced his shoes, tossing one at his dad.
"What am I supposed to..." his dad got real serious "Rich? No seriously, this is – I mean, this is going too far. You don't really expect – "
"Yeah? What's the problem?"
"Problem is this is... um..."
"Is what dad?"
"Y'know" but his dad did not drop the shoelace "I mean this is crossing some kind of line here, I don't think you want to cross that – "
"Since when are you being such a wuss about..." Rich watched his dad's eyes on his crotch as he brought the first several loops around his shaved balls "you know you got your biggest admirer here" giving his cock a squeeze as the next loops went around the base of his cock making it swell and redden way past the point of accidental workout erection "see? This is my penalty – you gotta do yours now!"
"You sure about this?" holding his own shoelace like it was a dangerous weapon "what are you planning..."
"Like this dad" Rich came forward until they were almost bumping into each other. With his dad's breath on his shoulder Rich really did cross the line, reached forward and tried to loop the cord around his dad's junk. His father's grip stopped him,
"What are you doing? Who told you – "
"I saw dad" Rich felt his dad's hand join his "okay?"
"Rich this is real serious now! I am real serious! You are NEVER EVER going to tell anybody about – "
"Geez dad" Rich kept the contact with his dad's hand until he realized where it was and inched it away "you know you don't want any of that, any of THIS getting out okay?"
"I don't know what you saw or thought you saw – "
"Enough."
"Rich I'm serious!"
"So am I dad" Rich finished the loops around his own cock and started circling around right behind his cockhead making it mushroom out, finishing with a nice bowtie knot, all his junk swollen and displaced in such a blatantly obscene manner his dad had to react"and that's why" taking the other lace from his dad and again attempted to wrap it around those smooth red balls.
"NO!"
"Yes dad."
"This is not right! I'm your dad!" trying to pull away.
"And it's really too late for that now dad" making a last desperate attempt to encircle his dad's equipment "you're gonna just stand there and let me do this okay?"
"It's not right! It's one thing scope out each other but this" but the fight was going out of him.
"This is how I see it" knocking his hands away "we both gotta come to an understanding here, right here right now – no don't fight it, it's gonna happen! You really don't want me to ever EVER mention what I saw Wednesday. To anyone! And I won't..." getting the first loop around those smooth balls finally "if..."
"If what?" feeling those hands start to encircle his sensitive balls again and again with the tight shoelace, pulling them further down and away from his totally boned cock.
"If you stick to the script."
"What... what script Rich?"
"Right now the script is let me finish this" and then the encircling of that hard muscled dick began. If it was red and hard before he started, now it was as obscenely distended as it was when Rich saw it Wednesday. But Rich's hand on his dad's cock was a first, and they both knew it. This was light years past just noting at each other's semi hardons from opposite sides of the garage, daring each other to let all the blood completely finish the job, past the point of debatable chubbing all the way to unmistakable full-blown hardons once and for all. Rich watched the fight go out of his dad's eyes as his hand continued a slow exploration of the muscles in that cock. He finally got to let his fingers travel its full hard length, feel the ridge where the veins throbbed, the soft fleshy underside bowed out with lust, the fat head now even more distended when Rich used that same trick with these shoelaces making the crown spread wider and tighter, and as he expected giving more resistance and a heightened sensitivity to Rich's steady stroking.
"And then...?" his dad hissed with the intense sensation.
"And then..." Rich knew his dad finally turned the corner, his position now plain as day, and the big stud was caving in like a snow fort in April "we make ourselves a little codeword. Like... hmmm... like shoes."
"Shoes?"
"Yeah, shoes" Rich's face inches from his dad's, his hand still stroking that hardon, the other massaging the smooth stretched balls "whenever I say `shoe' that's your cue that we're playing this" tugging and shaking his dad's trussed equipment "Shoe Game got it?" Rich ran one finger beneath the tied balls.
"Ain't happening."
"Already IS happening" Rich saw his dad's resistance growing and spilling over into anger "and no it ain't like I snap my fingers and get the car or get to stay out past curfew just saying shoe shoe shoe."
"Y'better NOT!"
"No, only for `special occasions'... like this..." giving that cockhead a slippery jacking for emphasis "whenever I gotta remind you I can be real REAL good with secrets but only ONLY if you keep to our little bargain from now on."
"I'm really seriously against this it is..."
"Well remember..." finishing the last knot "who got who by the balls... y'might say."
"Seriously Rich, y'can't say anything about any of this. To your mother to – " which was another way of saying Rich had won. Rich bit his lip to hide his snear.
"Like I would tell her about any of what we do? What YOU do?"
"I'm serious, we could both get into a WHOLE lot of trouble."
"All the more reason when I say `shoe', you remember our agreement."
"Damn..." Tony hated to admit it but he was over a barrel right now "you know y'got me by the balls here" again, he reminded himself. If he hated being made the fall-guy, they why was his dick enjoying this so much? Tony hated to admit that if he had to be someone's punk, better it was his son than someone else. Like that bastard Chief Connors for one! And Jim or Steve again. But if he hated the prospect so much why was his dick bobbing like crazy? Oh yeah, blame it on the laces trapping all the blood in his stud dick, yeah, that's it!
"Yeah I know" Rich felt his dad start to shake, misreading the reason "and I won't betray your trust. But enough of this jawing! Your turn!"
"Finally" Tony could shift the topic to something slightly less disastrous "biceps curls" starting to unwrap the cord "but not like this..." his hand quick to the shoelace.
"Oh yeah, just like that."
"C'mon Rich don't you think this is a bit..."
"Kinky? Pervy? Studly? For starters, yeah" walking over to the dumbbells "but they stay on, besides, you look the total stud package now! Naked and pumped and hard and more!"
"Rich you are getting way too hardcore sexual for me."
"Takes one to know one huh dad?" and his dad grabbed two forty pounders.
"You start Rich" which is what he did. He did ten curls each side and then dropped the weights to the ground, seeing his dad grab two fifty-fivers. When his dad started his curls, Rich got the idea of standing behind him and keeping his hands on his dad's elbows to brace them and keep them from swinging backwards. And at the same time pressing his front into his dad's bare ass. Tony would have stopped and pulled away but his hands were full of weights so he had little choice but to finish "what the hell you doing? What was that about?"
"Helps your form doesn't it?"
"Yeah but..." looking down at their tied cocks jutting forward "don't you think this is too..."
"Go on" Rich picked up his weight "you can do me now."
Tony thought it was a bad idea but after the third time Rich did it to him, he realized it did help when his arms began to tire. So for the last set Tony stood behind Rich and pressed his hard cock between the sweaty ass cheeks of his son as he rocked forward and backwards, his dumbbells pressing him backwards again and again against his dad's crotch, but his biceps started popping big time, two thick softballs swelling and
"Hey Norton! You in here?" a big head of frosted blond hair appeared in the door way "Hey Rich Oh SHIT!"
"Fuck! John!" and there was Rich's friend John Sommers squeezing his huge frame through the door when he saw... well he saw everything! "Man! John, I... oh... uh" Rich dropped the weights and as calm as a plane crash found his shorts and stepped into them, trying to face sideways as much as he could. He dad likewise was a blur flying into his shorts with a towel over those to boot! He threw his butt down on the bench knowing this was only compounding his already compromised situation.
"Hey... um... geezus... I didn't wanna interrupt – "
"You didn't interrupt anything" Rich went over and grabbed John around those double cheeseburger and large fries frame, already filled out to adult size from the combination of workouts, football and food. And more food. Rich almost dragged him into the garage "my and dad were just working out."
"Sorry I was not supposed – I interrupted – "
"You are not interrupting anything" Tony got up to leave, the towel double-wrapped around his crotch.
"Naw, stay dad..." Rich lowered his voice from the prior panicked falsetto "maybe I can persuade John here to stay, y'know c'mon John y'know working out with me."
"Fine, I'm leaving!"
"No, stay dad..." Rich sat down on his vacated damp spot "I bet John here wants to show you his new trainer shoes, right John?"
"My what?" John caught the slight gesture from Rich scratching his nose "oh... oh... yeah... yeah Mister N, these new shoes I got, they're real good for working out in."
"I don't need to know okay?" halfway to the door.
"Shoes dad" Rich turned "remember?"
"Huh? What?" hovering at the door "what?"
"Shoes" and there it was! Rich was calling him out, daring him to stick to their horrible evil agreement "dad here's been showing me some really cool new exercises. You brought any of your stuff?"
"Yeah right here" John jiggled his gymbag. That looked bad.
"Good" Rich looked at his dad "and you always said you wouldn't mind in the LEAST workin out with me and John sometime. Dad, stay."
"This is not the time."
"Yeah this is the time" looking at John "you want dad to stay?"
"Um yeah sure yeah" John tugging his shirt free of the waistband of his pants, his large belly already pushing out "can I? I mean like it's hot, I mean hot in here."
"My dad sure don't mind -- and hey I've seen it before so John yeah, lose the shirt!" which is what John did. He expected Rich's dad to make a comment about all the extra-cheese pizzas and beers pushing out that big stomach. Because by comparison Tony had maybe one full ounce of body fat. Total. And his son was no exception. John on the other hand used to be touchy about his big chubby frame, the lingering baby fat now more thick chunkiness than anything. But since he began football in middle school, since the weight training began to put some definition beneath the roundness, he started to be able to look in the mirror without dismay. His shoulders and arms were finally catching up with his gut.
"Rich, you know that is a bad idea right?"
"You can trust John!"
"How do I know that?"
"Cause you gotta trust me. And trusting John – "
"Who me?" John chuckled "Rich tell your dad here how many times I pulled your butt outa the fire, how deep you are into me by now."
"Seriously dad, John here is like my number one go-to when I get into deep shit -- I mean."
"John what'd Rich tell you about these workouts?" there it was, Rich's dad was reverting back to cop mode. He was calling John out.
"Only like you are mean and hard-ass -- sorry -- and you're just what I need to help shed all of this" shaking his stomach "but you're fair and a serious trainer and once you see I'm serious and focused too Rich said you would stop at nothing to get me -- well not looking like you! Or Rich here! But at least looking the best I could ever look. The best and strongest I could be, right? And we both want the team t'win again this year right? Don't we Mister N? We both want what's best for everyone especially Rich, right Mister N?" John was red and out of breath from the longest run-on Rich had ever heard from him. Talk about putting his all into it!
"And get John t'try out his new... shoes..." Rich's gaze bored a hole into his dad.
"Rich this is totally serious now! I gotta know I can trust you. And as for trusting your friend – "
"Y'know you gotta trust me" Rich shrugged but knew he had him now "fish or cut bait dad."
"Hmm... " looking back and forth "I think we need to talk about..."
"There it's decided" Rich waved him back into the middle of the room "we're doin this."
"Rich..." but Rich only hi-fived John. Tony looked at John; John looked back at him "and I can I mean I can really trust your friend implicitly?"
"Me?" John kept his beet-red poker face on tight, the one Rich always counted on in high-stakes major crisis situations like this "I'll prove it" and he just dropped his jeans, standing there in his jock before pulling his work-out shorts from his gymbag "Okay, like that's gotta count for something. Rich here knows I'm super touchy about all my issues about stripping around dudes, I don't like to show any more of this ugly blubber" rubbing his chest and down "than I have to. I trust him and there's none of his buds Rich here trusts more that Big John, ain't that right?"
"Yeah John here I trust with my life dad! My LIFE dad!"
"Yeah more times than you care to remember" John tugged his shorts up to his belly "c'mon Mister N, I'd so owe you! Major! Big time! It'd be really hot -- I mean cool if you do this y'know -- give us pointers n'all. Man, c'mon Mister N stop kidding yourself! You know you are like THE pro THE go-to guy THE big muscle numero uno EXPERT about all this, compared to you we're just kid punks, and I'm nobody's idea of a stud" and John was a bit right. He was big and thick enough to be on the football team but not to be beach material like Rich and nowhere close to his dad. And maybe he was finally going to work out with the legend, like Rich always promised "c'mon you gotta! You just GOTTA!"
"Yeah dad" Rich's face got serious "you do gotta."
"Last time, sure you can be trusted?"
"Totally" looking at Rich "what I gotta still do t'prove it to your dad here?"
"I'm thinking of something..." and big musclehead Tony Norton, every muscle corded and shiny hesitated for one second too long. His indecision only brought the quicksand higher up to his neck.
"Cool you're doin this" Rich was pumping the air "okay how about our guest here picks our next exercise."
"Don't know about you guys" John grabbed his gut "I need t'be working on this all the time. Jump rope for starters."
"Jump rope it is!" ignoring his dad's dagger stares "c'MON dad, you're wasting time."
"I dunno..." he hesitated. He hesitated long enough that John picked up the rope and start skipping away. He looked big and clumsy but once he got his rhythm going he was a determined dude if not the most graceful. Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-five. He made it to thirty-seven before his feet got tangled.
"Wow Sommers, you practicing or what?"
"Not as much as I should" looking at Tony "not like I got a garage full of cool equipment and this huge muscled resident in-house trainer for a dad to ride my ass – sorry, t'keep at me."
"As long as you getting serious about keeping it up" Rich took the rope from him "at least until practice starts."
"Y'heard about those pre-lim exams they want us coming in for, right?"
"Yeah we got a letter about that" his dad mumbled from his chair. He saw his son stand up and loop the rope behind his back. John would have to be blind not to see the tube tenting out the front of his shorts.
"Damn" John's eyes were up and down his front "man, you always look so good. I'm gonna get... um ripped like that" his eyes on and off and on that crotch over and over.
"Work out enough and you will" Rich began his jumping ropes but only made it to twenty-eight. The way that hardon bounced up and down with each jump was too obvious not to comment on.
"If that's the result, count me in!" both eyes swinging over to Tony crouched in his chair.
"Dad" Rich nailed him in his gaze "your turn. Remember be careful with your shoes."
"Rich!"
"Dad" walking over to him, his hardon dragging him forward "go on. It's gotta happen" under his breath "you already agreed."
"You sure you completely POSSITIVE he can be trusted?" he whispered back.
"I said so didn't I?" loud enough.
"You better damn hope and pray he can" and big thick muscle-bound shaved head, bodybuilder cop Tony Norton tightened his towel and took center stage, his thick pole tucked beneath the knot. He saw John's eyes dart to his front and back up as soon as he realized Tony catching him in the act. Tony took the rope and started jumping, his towel threatening to come loose any second, up and down he went, the jarring motion beginning to shake his cock free from its confinement, quite obvious he was more or less erect. John and Rich stood there in the front row and stared, taking in the whole show, their eyes all over his body. Tony made it to twenty-one before the towel gave way and he tumbled forward in a futile attempt to hided his barely-covered crotch almost falling with the tangle around his feet.
"Dad, I warned you about those shoes" Rich smirked, now that the damage was done. John could tell Rich's dad was all but naked beneath those shorts and got a fast glimpse of distended genitals stretching the thin material "and they're real easy to trip over."
"Yeah, it seems" discarding the rope, looking at the two "y'happy now?"
"So John, dad here had the lowest count."
"Rich no!"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning maybe" ignoring his dad trying to kill this fast "and you got the hightest, so John it seems you get to decide the punishment."
"No penalties!" Tony shouted.
"Penalty punishment, same thing."
"NO!" Tony shoved the towel into his lap and doubled over in the chair again "seriously Rich, no penalties."
"Yes penalties dad, remember you agreed?"
"I never agreed."
"Actually in a kinda way y'did" John was even ganging up on him, tag-team like they were practiced at this "Your staying said you'd agree. So really honesty I get t'pick it?"
"You had highest, this is your show John."
"Wow" like there was any doubt what John was thinking. Little did Tony know but John was the king of penalties, not evil, not sadistic, just creative and embarrassingly memorable as anything "okay Mister N..."
"Maybe you better start calling me Tony."
"Tony? Wow! Okay Tony" John nodded at his midsection "for starters I'm thinkin way too hot in here t'be jumpin around in that lame towel!"
"You know I got little on underneath this. You already saw that right?"
"So no biggie to lose the towel, right?"
"No way! Rich?" like his son would come to his rescue.
"I agree... dad..." pointing at his laceless shoes "sooner or later, make it sooner. Sooner you do, the sooner you get your turn t'get even with John here" winking at him "or me... or... both of us."
"Y'know I can't do that."
"Can and must" Rich shrugged "only way I see it."
"John!" Tony stood in front of him, his huge muscle presence a wall of steaming intimidation. Rich feared his dad might even deck his bud "once this starts you swear, SWEAR JOHN! nothing happens here ever leaves this garage, we clear on that?"
"Clear as crystal Mister N. Tony! You got my solemn word" he held up his hand.
"He's good to his word dad, trust me!"
"I guess then this is it, cause you know" jabbing his finger in that valley between John's big pegs "you too buster" glaring at his son "I ain't someone you cross!" Tony took two steps away from them, turned his back and before they could react, off came the towel. And before another gasp came from John so did the tiny damp trunks. After a count of five, flexing those muscled glutes to make his point he turned, his naked shaved crotch displaying that more than half-hard cock and tied balls.
"Wow..." John gulped "I was just talking about the towel... but man..."
"Too late now dad."
"You have no idea how totally studly that looks!" John gulped again "if I looked even half as good as that I would never wear clothes. Ever!" Rich you got the most amazing dad on this planet! I see where you get the stud genes from" Rich's tongue catching up with his eyes. Because standing in front of him was the first totally naked, totally muscled, totally HARD adult he had ever seen. And all those stolen sneaky glimpses of Rich's dad during past visits never prepared him for this! He knew how Rich looked, clothed and unclothed, and had seen Mister Norton stretching out t-shirts and filling out running shorts before, but never so much as shirtless before. And now this? Rich was staring but still not believing what his bleeding eyes were registering.
"I'll take that as a compliment... I guess!" he looked away from Rich's stares to the Smith machine "now that you boys have had your cheap thrill entertainment it's time to make you regret messing with the master" snapping the bench into an upright position "shoulders."
"Thought we already did – "
"Not this way" looking at the two "what you normally start at?"
"A plate."
"Fine" Tony loaded the bar, his nakedness now of minor concern "you!" pointing at John "you on the bench, you're gonna go first" all but tossing him onto at the seat "and you!" pointing at Rich "other side."
"We both spotting?"
"How we do things around here" getting John settled grabbing the bar above his head "you do three."
"Three???"
"Three" Tony barked "then Rich and I gonna add five more."
"Huh?"
"You break not more'n few seconds after every third, we keep adding fives til you can't do no more got it?"
"That's wicked!"
"Yeah" Tony chuckled "you gonna so regret messing with me."
"Fuck..." John shot a look of alarm at him "sorry."
"Swear all y'want it won't save your butt. Okay start!" John lifted the bar up and down, then a second and third time, barely resting it in the latches before two more five pound weights were added "again!" Tony barked and again John lifted it three more times re-racking it as the fives were replaced with two tens. John struggled with those but it only got worse. He made it to sixty when his arms gave out.
"Damn that's brutal!"
"Rich!" and Rich replaced him, also starting at forty-five plate. He was no fool and he had a bad idea where this was heading. He made it to sixty-five when he ran out of steam. When it came Tony's turn, they made a point of starting himself at fifty-five. And kept adding, and kept adding and kept adding until he was somewhere around eighty-five or so when he stopped.
"See how that works?"
"Man I'm glad we never did that before" Rich rubbed his shoulder "that's rough."
"We need two guys to spot and do the constant adding for it to work It's all about not resting, about burning out the shoulders" Tony looked at John "speaking of burning..."
"Penalty, y'don't gotta say it. I guess you had the most weight added so you decided huh Mister N, Tony?"
"You got that right."
"So what I gotta do? Strip?" John heard Rich cough.
"Oh no buddy boy nothing so easy" Tony looked at his son "unlike some guys, I ain't all about drooling all over dude's bods. So..." the cop came to the surface "my penalty for you is I got five questions – "
"No!" Rich panicked.
"To make this fair, like I ain't taking advantage of the new kid here" turning to Rich "your best bud here can veto any question, but then each veto becomes another penalty for him, for Rich, understand?"
"Ain't fair!" Rich panicked.
"And making your dad strip naked in front of your friend here is?"
"It's different."
"How different?"
"Dunno it just is."
"First question: you and Rich here..." oh shit here it comes, they both knew "work out here before right?" Rich gasping at the dodged bullet.
"Hell yeah, lots of times" John knew it was only partly true.
"Naked?" that brought the two to a screeching halt.
"Rich?" John looked at him all jittery. When he did not veto it, John nodded.
"And boned?"
"Dad!"
"Well?" John again waited for Rich but he did not look away. John did not need to nod.
"You two get into sex shit out here?"
"Veto!"
"That's one penalty for boner boy here, thanks to your good friend" his back to John" anybody else you two do sex workouts with?"
"Veto!!!"
"That's two!" looking at his son, hiding the smile "last one. If anything even remotely REMOTELY resembling that kinda shit you two already admitted to just maybe MAYBE goes down here today, you cool gonna be cool with that right? And no way I am saying that it will cause it AIN'T" like he expected to hear a veto. Which he didn't. John's expression said it all "I'll take that for a yes. Okay, we got a better understanding here now, we clear? And for the record" nailing John in his headlights "I am NOT into getting into shit with guys, we clear on that? What I am into in pushing dudes pushing their limits as far as their bodies will tolerate. It's about strength and endurance okay? Limits and trust and getting guys to admit their boundaries, tell me you understand?"
"I understand" John gulped.
"Now if you're gonna stay you better know what to expect" he looked at them "both of you. Okay... Rich..." grabbing him by the shoulders "pick something good. Now that I know your friend here is if not on the same page, at least in the right book."
"Squats."
"Fine" they lowered the bar and removed the bench, loading the weights for John's base amount "same as before, five reps, ten pounds each time."
"Damn I dunno..." John had never done this variation on his regular leg routine but he managed to add a total of forty-five extra pounds before his legs gave out. When Rich's turn came, he was able to add fifty-five additional. But his legs were blown out but good. Of course Tony sailed through this and his additional amount was close to one hundred.
"No fair!" Rich complained "we're all doing different amounts, starting at different weights, the stuff we add should be I dunno pro-rated or something..."
"Hey, it's my call I'm thinking..." looking at Tony "more questions?"
"Nope I needed to know enough maybe MAYBE I can trust you" even fully naked Tony looked intimidating, like this big gangster enforcer or something "now I need to know how you are at taking orders, John."
"Yes sir."
"Sir... hmm I like that..." looking at his son "y'might learn something from your friend here. Okay, you got ten seconds to get outa the rest of those clothes. One!" and it wasn't like John was wearing more than shorts and a jock which were yanked down to his ankles before three. He almost tripped over the strap but balancing on Rich, he was naked except for his shoes before seven.
"Sir!" standing there naked, his chest thrust out like drill sergeant inspection.
"Very impressive!" John knew he was referring to his speed, not his physique. Like the rest of him, his cock was thick and wide, half-hidden in the forest of black pubes, practically the only hair on that big torso of his, and just about the only "natural" color evident. But those balls, they would have been big on someone twice his age "turn around" and John turned, his dimpled ass thick but not flabby, his football thighs wide but muscular and almost as hairy as his crotch. Except for his hairy legs and pubes, John was all but hairless. He turned back to facing Rich and his dad, expecting what?
"I made you strip for several reasons" Tony narrowed his eyes "first, to see if you really meant what you said about taking orders, especially if you got these body-image issues. And second, I needed to see what we're working with here. If you are serious about getting into a regular work-out regimen here" looking at his son "and not just some circle jerks out here" holding up his hands to their shouts of outrage "then I needed to see where to go with you, what muscle groups to emphasise, et cetera. Looks like you got portential there John" letting his eyes roam up and down all that flesh "and don't think I forgot about your three penalties Rich, not by a long shot!"
"No... sir" Rich had little sarcasm in his voice.
"Okay Rich your turn to pick an exercise... make it good!"
"Good huh?"
"It's getting hotter'n blazes in here" Tony looked at John, naked and sweating "we gotta wrap this up soon."
"Y'want good? Okay" looking at John "you're gonna love this. Scissored Hand Stands!"
"No!" Tony panicked "not that!"
"What's that?" John was clueless.
"You hold this pose as long as you can, until your arms give out or – "
"No Rich!"
"Here's I'll show you" Rich got down on the floor, ignoring his dad's increasingly loud protests "oh yeah, these only get in the way" Rich pulled down his shorts, revealing the matching restraints around his cock and balls.
"Wow, you too" John looked back and forth between their two crotches. Most of Rich's balloon-tight hardon was deflated but it was still swollen and red, the foreskin stretched and barely covering the fat head "man what did I walk into today?"
"Real mistake on your part, right John?"
"Boy you can say that again" John sat down. Now that he was naked he did not have a jock to hide all this new adrenelin pumping into his crotch. And unlike these two, his intact black bush could hide his embarrassed state unless he got full hard. Like he was threatening to right about now.
"Shorts get in the way for this" Rich put his hands beneath his thighs and brought his weight off the floor balancing carefully, his arm muscles going into high relief. He spread his legs slightly until he was doing handstands of a sort "here's the good part, right dad?"
"No!"
"You keep your balance that's the hard part then move your leg back and forth like this" spreading and narrowing his outstretched legs by a few inches "uh! damn!" setting his ass back down on the floor "like that. You hold it as long as you can or until..."
"Not doing it" Tony glared.
"Nobody has a watch so..."
"I got a timer on my phone" John went to his bag and got out his smart phone. He hit a few keys "okay start!"
"Okay!" Rich lifted up onto his hands, his legs out and balancing. Slowly he opened and closed his thighs, each time his balls getting a slight massage. Now his abs as well as his ripped arms were tense and flexing, but the real show was his thighs squeezing his balls again and again, pumping more and more blood into his crotch and of course his cock. By the time he dropped to the floor with a bang his bone was up and running "how long?"
"Twenty seven seconds!" Rich thought he heard some clicks from that phone but was too far away to be sure "your turn."
"Now c'mon guys remember I never did this before okay? Keep that in mind you two" John took the same position and with a few false starts found his point of balance "okay" he grunted "go!" and John started timing. He did not have the balance finessed enough to try squeezing his balls but with brute strength and stamina lasted twenty-five long agonizing seconds. When he looked over, he suspected Rich found the camera feature, capturing his more hard than soft fat dick. He would have to delete those soon. Very soon.
"Dad your turn."
"Not doing it" looking at John "and I think you know why."
"C'mon dad, it's so cool. Do that for John."
"Do what?"
"Dad!"
"No!"
"Remember..."
"Rich no."
"Shoes dad, shoes."
"You are not going to like your penalties, remember that" big strong Tony Norton got down on the floor looking like a gymnast instead of a lifter now, every muscle flexing and ripped. When he grunted go! there was Rich with the phone right in front of him, watching those muscled legs squeeze his tied nads over and over again. His cock soon was pointing straight up, the head swelling with each scissors squeeze, and each time the legs came together the motion began to pump another drop of precum out of the shiny exposed head. He held his breath and flexed, his neck muscles bulging with the exertion until his cock gave a shudder and a flex and a single drop of cloudy cum oozed down the front. Before he started to shoot his load he dropped to the floor and leaned forward, but not before Rich stole several shots of his dad balanced there, his cock oozing jism.
"Only twenty-one seconds dad. That's all!"
"No way, it was longer than that!"
"Show him" handing the phone back to John who showed him the display. It was twenty-one.
"Damn..."
"You could have held it over a minute dad, I've seen you do it at least that long" he turned to John "but if he did, then – "
"Shut up Rich, that's private!"
"Maybe for a penalty, huh dad?"
"I don't know what you two are talking about but" looking at Rich "you had the highest time. You pick your dad's – oh no!"
"Penalty hear that?" Rich chuckled an evil laugh "but we gotta be more creative that that..."
"No Rich, okay?"
"Fine, there's a lot of penalties you can do" looking at John "I'm gonna need your help with this one" pointing to the floor "this one's easy. All you gotta do is lie down on the floor."
"Huh?"
"Just lie flat on your back... yeah like that" seeing John wiggle to the ground, his big thick trunk shiny with sweat, those big pecs almost as high as his belly, that cut dick rolling onto his thigh starting to show even more thickening now that it was on prominent display" and you dad, mister pushup king, let's see you do sixty -- no seventy! -- pushups no not there right here! those hands on either side of John's thighs here and HERE..."
"What?"
"You heard me" after catching his dad's intense examination of John in his naked state it did not take much of an effect to direct his dad into position. As soon as Tony had his hands where Rich demanded, his suspicions were confirmed. He would come within inches of John's crotch every time he lowered his shoulders downwards.
"You sure about this son? You know we're crossing a line here" Tony turned his head away from what was directly below it "and once we cross it, there's no going back son. And you better hope our friend stays cool with this" but John was too bugeyed to comment once Rich's dad was hovering in position "and you better be damn sure nobody ever ever EVER gets wind of this son" looking up that expanse of smooth highschool football jock flesh up to that round belly and those big flattened pecs and that frozen expression on John's face bracing himself, his hands pushing against the concrete floor "okay! Do it dad!" and down he went. Both of them counting off the pushups, watching how close Tony's face came to John's dark crotch each time he lowered himself.
"Lower dad, you're not going low enough!" Rich drove the point home but Tony kept his mouth shut until the need to breathe overcame all attempts to postpone the inevitable. And then John – king of nasty sneaky stunts – did the deed, knowing this was real; it was never going to be this real again. He moved his hands off the floor and up his thighs pressed his palms into his pubes forcing his cock to stand straight up, his erection fuller than he would ever admit, a good seven fat inches sticking up to Tony's goateed chin. So by the time Tony passed thirty and his arms began to feel the strain every time his face came down, there was John's cock pointing towards his mouth. Tony knew he could have just turned his head sideways but he saw what these two were planning, so by around forty-two his mouth made contact with the square tip of that cockhead directed at him, and that was it. Each time he lowered himself down, he took about two or three inches into his mouth for a brief second before he raised himself up. John was gasping and almost thrusting his crotch upwards each time to get more and more of his hardon further into Rich's dad's mouth. It was so hot and so randy and yet not enough to make him cum, that he was staring at that shaved head going up and down on his hardon, yet never enough to push him over the edge. Just as Rich had planned, John concluded. And to think that the furthest those two had ever gone before was a quick furtive wank on opposite chairs in the garage a few weeks ago and now here is his dad actually blowing him?
Tony had worse things in his mouth -- and worse! -- before so putting his lips around this highschool jock would not brand him or anything. The worst was how tiring it was, how his arms were already sore and doing everything he could to push back up as fast as he could before his mouth made the kid ready to blow. Like that wasn't the idea all along. Now it was super clear his son was way down the road to doing this kind of shit. And he told himself over and over it wasn't because he was traumatized by what he saw Wednesday. But maybe these intense workouts all these times together had been a bit too much for a kid his age. After today he would have to call a stop to it. But for today, let these two horndogs play out their fantasies. And then the curtain would come crashing down so fast and hard it would give them tinitus for a week! So as his arms began to tire, as he heard them bark "sixty!" he felt each push-up slowing down more and more, which meant his mouth was on that dick longer and longer. Hell, it wasn't like he was actually sucking it! Just making skin contact with it that's all. But with a kid his age that might be enough. So when he heard "seventy" he straightened up and rolled off the wet kid, glad that was over.
The three had a quick break, Tony sending Rich to the kitchen for cold drinks. While he was gone Tony scrutinized John,
"Should I ask if you two ever did stuff like that before?"
"Hell no!" John threw a towel around himself, his cock hard and painful "like you and Rich ever did, right?"
"Exactly."
"So then I gotta ask, what do you think caused him to suggest that?"
"Guys at school... I mean, there are always those jokes about naked pushups and shit. Who knows, maybe some of those guys actually do crazy shit like this?"
"So you and Rich aren't – "
"FUCK no! Sorry! He's a good bud, we know each other's buttons, and that's about that. We have stuff in common."
"Like?"
"Sports, working out, stuff like that."
"Nothing a dad needs to be worried about here, right?"
"So what about you?" John turned the tables "here's this thick scary musclebound cop and he sucks...?"
"Nope..." Tony left it at that "like I said, I'm all about endurance and training and see what a guy's limits are. All guys have a sexual element to this stuff, rarely do they act on it. Unless..." nodding at his towel "they're highschool age and they are so horny they do stupid things, right?"
"Was this stupid, that what you're saying?"
"Not unless you think it is."
"What's stupid?" Rich appeared with an armful of bottles.
"What some guys do so desperate to get their rocks off" John laughed "me? As long as she don't get pregnant, all I care about..." and they laughed.
"Okay we're burning daylight here guys and it's hotter'n blazes in here" Tony tossed his bottle in the garbage can "there's still the problem with those three penalties Rich."
"I was hoping you'd..."
"Well I didn't" Tony looked at his son "first of three. And I know you're gonna hate this" rummaging around in the supply chest, finding his lifting belt.
"Oh no!"
"Just so your friend don't think I'm some kind of sadist child abuser, you get the choice. Twenty from me or from your friend John here."
"What?" from both of them.
"Twenty smackers on the bare butt. You decide."
"No fair!"
"Real fair" Tony chuckled "five seconds. One. Two. Three."
"Okay John, okay?" looking at him with puppy dog eyes "go easy okay?"
"Y'sure?" little realizing what a buried fantasy it was for John, how he really got off on stuff like that. And John's horn button had been pushed, so Rich better deal with the consequences.
"Go easy okay?"
"You got it" John went over to the bench and sat down "over my lap bad Richie."
"Bad Richie, I like that" Tony stood over them, his cock almost enjoying this. Rich straddled John's ample lap, all his harnessed goods spilling down between John's thick thighs. He thought he was going to get off easy and then he felt John reach down and grab Rich's bone tight. Rich tried to buck up but Tony's hands were on his shoulders keeping him in place. And whack! down came that thick leather belt on Rich's bare shiny ass, as hard if not harder than his dad. After five of these Tony realized twenty might be too many, especially the way John was all but jacking his son off right in front of his eyes. But Tony's cock was flexing hard each time that strap came down. By the time John got to twenty, John's hand was slick with Rich's precum pulling that skin back and forth over the fat head, his own cock hard and leaking and both could see Tony's cock was oozing enough to show ten feet away.
"Okay just so you don't think I'm taking advantage of the situation, John here can decide the second penalty, okay John?"
"I got the perfect payback in mind" John helped Rich to his feet, wiping the goo off his hand onto Rich's front, almost expect his rocket to go off any second now "but now I need your help Mister N, I mean Tony."
"Huh?"
"Let's see Rich here take his turn for pushups now, and let's see them straddling you!"
"No c'mon that's over the line!" Tony protested.
"Like any of this wasn't? Like you blowing me wasn't? Like you two naked wearing cock rings isn't? C'mon Tony on the floor!"
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"Third penalty is the same straddling you, Rich's arms gonna be all blown out and tired then" which meant: he's gonna blow you until you nut.
"You really wanna see that? You wanna see your son suck me off?"
"Same as you implying you think it's hot seeing him... over my dick" Tony almost let it slip, suck me off! But Tony rolled down to the ground, his much thicker and more muscular hips pushing his crotch much higher off the floor. And the way all his stuff was tied up, as soon as he was flat on his back, his cock was sticking straight up all by itself. So as soon as Rich straddled his dad and lowered himself, that cock went right into his mouth. And unlike Tony's mouth on John, Rich was definitely sucking, his mouth a tight O around the exposed head, going down as far as he could without gagging, shoving as much cock down his throat as he could each time. Rich knew the full seventy count was going to require some brief rests, but the way his dad's cock throbbed against his tight mouth every time, he knew his dad was struggling with how good it actually felt. And if it was not the first time Rich's mouth found those sensitive areas, neither of them would ever admit it consciously. And Rich was doing everything he could to get his dad to nut, even when he realized John was standing behind his dad and that phone was out! He was taking pictures of this! Now he HAD to get that phone away from him and get all those pics erased. He did not mind pictures of him sucking a dick, but his dad would simply go postal!
Again as the counts inched up past fifty and sixty Rich began to tire and each descent was slower, each pushup meant more mouth contact. The way the muscles in his dad's ripped thighs were tensing he knew he might actually end up getting his dad's load! Wow! That would be a first! As he was trying to push himself up from a good five seconds sucking his dad, somewhere around sixty-three, he heard,
"Goddamnit Norton you the fuck better be in here oh SHIT!" standing in the doorway was their perennial pain in the butt Joel Merklins!
"MERKLINS!?!"
"Rich! BOMBO!" Joel's eyes were like hi-speed film. John almost dropped the phone trying to block Joel's view and steer him away from what he obviously saw. The two buffaloes collided at the doorway.
"Dude! DUDES!" taking in John's state of undress, his shiny hardon "I don't gotta ask what's – "
"Merkins get the FUCK OUTA here!" Rich was off his dad and over by John trying to be a wall in front of his prying eyes but he saw it all. He saw it all.
"No, Merklins you are not leaving" Tony wrapped a towel around himself, his bone pushing out one hip. In that split-second his cop expertise took in the new arrival, all one ninety-three pounds of muscled high-school football player, more brawn than brains, looking much less shocked than expected, the blood rushing from his very tanned face but still blushing visibly, yet not gulping for air like Tony should have seen in a guy his age witnessing what just happened "it's too late for you to leave you obviously saw way way too much here. Way too much for you to even think of leaving. Joel?" getting his first name from his son "JOEL! Here! NOW!" pointing at the weightbench "SIT!"
"Gee Mister N I never thought – " Tony grabbed a shoulder and so tenderly threw his ass down with a loud bang. It was enough for him to make a quick assessment of Tony's strength level, his degree of fitness if push came to shove. Secretly Tony had to admit he was glad Joel was playing for Rich's team and not their rivals.
"You come barging into people's house and you're gonna get your ass in a sling and Joel your ass is so much in a sling right now it may never see sunlight again. Got it?"
"Gee Mister N ... I don't know what to say!"
"How about for starters, you SHUT UP got it?"
"Consider me shut up!" Joel rubbed his mouth.
"And you are NEVER EVER gonna breathe a word about – you're gonna KEEP your damn mouth shut! And that's just for starters."
"Merklins?" John laughed out loud "this Joel Merklins? You're kidding right?"
"C'mon guys you know you can trust – "
"As far as I can throw you, you really want to know how many – "
"C'mon it was a joke! You guys got over it!"
"After we beat you bloody yeah, maybe we almost did."
"Well Joel" Tony hovered over him, seeing he start a serious sweat in his hotseat "this is NO JOKE! A lot of people can get into more trouble than you can even start to imagine – "
"Only adult I see here is you, Mister N" Joel shrugged. But it was a menacing shrug "oh yeah I shut up" covering his mouth again.
"You wouldn't dare Merklins!"
"Dare what?" removing his hand.
"Breathe a word about this!"
"I'm shut up remember? But hey what's to tell?" Joel shrugged, knowing he was flirting with being smashed into pieces if he crossed the big cop "all I saw was one of those boring endless Norton workouts father and son, and..." looking at John "I never knew you got into this shit Bombo, I'm... I'm..."
"I don't!"
"Whatever!" back to Rich, the apparent weak link Joel was wagering.
"Pretty messed up shit n'all this we now got here I'm thinking, right Joel?" Rich heard the rumors about Joel, heard all his innuendos and wondered if he ever acted on them or if it was more of the usual Merklins bullshit.
"Messed up? No, 'messed up' is not what comes to mind off hand" and damn if Joel didn't spread his legs, something making his crotch look full "dudes it really smells like sex in here. You so gotta air this out before..."
"We ain't fuckin around here Joel" Tony grabbed those thick shoulders and started to give them a good shake to remind him he was serious. That caused Joel to rear up until they were face to face.
"Neither am I, do I look like I'm joking? Or I'm looking to get my face rearranged?"
"Okay Merklins..." Rich stepped between them before they got into it "that last one cost me big time. I don't think I can afford this one."
"What?" John now stepped in "you blackmailed Rich?"
"Did I blackmail you Rich?"
"It wasn't blackmail blackmail" looking at his dad about ready to explode.
"I just had to make sure Rich didn't go down, cause if he did I did, got it? So we can all be reasonable here okay?"
"You? Reasonable?"
"C'mon Rich, I thought we were buds!"
"We are... kinda..."
"So you really think I would out you? Go around telling the world I saw you three having a suck-fest, like naked pushups?" looking at the musclehead "like I would dare out you, yeah right! Even if anyone would believe the King of Bullshit. Like I really really want to die if it got back to you" sitting back down "so we clear now? We all cool down here, gentlemen. Okay? Okay?" holding Tony's glare "OKAY???"
"What's this gonna be?" Tony was much more panicked than he let on "Money? Is that it?"
"I don't want your money okay?"
"Then what?"
"I know what he wants dad" Rich shook his head like he was disgusted, avoiding everyone's eyes "I been suspecting all along. You want my ass ain't that right?"
"WHAT!?!" from eight different directions.
"Keep your pants on!" Joel looked at Rich, then started laughing at his nakedness "second thought. No I don't want your ass Rich. Sorry to burst your bubble."
"Then what?"
"I'm not really sure lemme think lemme think" actually that was the truest thing Joel said since the shock of his arrival "I gotta think about it. You know I ain't the brains of the outfit here. Lemme think lemme think" looking around the room weighing the balance of power fast "and okay while I'm thinking..." narrowing his eyes at first Tony then Rich, the two weakest links "t'help me focus, y'know, to get my creative juices going..." looking at all the naked flesh surrounding him, his eyes returning again and again to that wall of exhibition-grade muscle close enough to touch yet miles away "yeah..."
"Yeah what?" Tony growled.
"I ain't too bright and I still can't bring my pea brain t'be sure exactly for sure what was I interupting before when – "
"None of your business Merklins."
"Fraid it is now my business, that's the problem."
"We got a problem here?" Tony's voice dropped dangerously, like the sound of cuffs closing around someone's wrists.
"I hope not, I really really hope not. And to show you I'm on your side here guys -- I mean I'm REALLY on your side..." looking around the room "why don't you just continue what you were doing before I was so bone-headed rude to interrupt your little... hmmm 'work'... 'out'... okay?"
"What?" Rich twisted his head sideways, already to his feet.
"Go back to what you were doing when I walked in."
"C'mon Merklins that's not funny even for you you're kidding right?"
"Nope... serious..." looking at Tony "you really have to know how much I don't kid. And I am so not kidding here..."
"And what if we actually do go along with...?"
"Dad!" from Rich.
"NO WAY!" from John.
"Then I swear I promise you got my word you are gonna sleep easy in your cosy beds tonight knowing nothing NOTHING that happens here ever leaves this room" Joel zipped his mouth tight "because the way I see it, it never even did!"
"You shitting me? You ain't serious!"
"You show me serious, and I'll show you serious" looking at Tony, his eyes now free to roam all over those shiny muscles "we know we have an understanding now, right Mister N?"
"Can we really trust you?" ignoring the loud no's no's coming from the other two.
"I gave you my word and besides... you have to Mister N" holding out his hand "like I really really have to trust you as well okay?"
"Trust you, for what?"
"Let this play out and you'll get my meaning" hand still out. To their horror Rich's dad shook Joel's hand. Actually more crippling than shaking. Tony enjoyed making the big kid wince.
"No dad no! It's Merklins!"
"Guess we're gonna guys, we got little choice here..."
"For starters, loose the wraps Mister N cause what I caught a glimpse of I really need to see more of."
"Your friends better be on the level here Rich" and with a certain hesitation Tony unknotted the towel and down it tumbled to the floor. Joel's grunt and his lump of approval in his pants told Tony he might survive this day yet.
"Now seems to me I remember Rich here somewhere doing... hmm the rumored naked pushups..."
"You really expect us to... you're blackmailing us I ain't stupid" John was having no part of any of this. He knew Joel and what he was capable of. All the stuff he had hanging over John's head was a tank-sized presence in the room now as well.
"Yes John, he does expect us to do that... and yeah, blackmail sounds right. But he knows blackmail has a real nasty way of backfiring. And the blackmailer ends up being blackmailed. And Joel knows I can do that! For starters!" Tony slid down to the ground and onto his back. All the excitement caused that dick to deflate a bit, his thick head drooping a bit but in spite of everything it still showed more starch than not. And that was a signal to Joel that Rich's dad was not one to be intimidated all that easily. And he would be the formidable adversary Joel had been expecting for "okay Rich, I think only five more to cinch the deal."
"Dad!"
"Do it... son" and with such a look at Joel, a very naked and sweaty Rich again straddled his dad's crotch and did a quick five pushups, his mouth barely grazing that half-hard cock "there, okay?"
"Good going, that took guts" Tony patted him on his bare ass, still sore from John.
"Ouch."
"Sorry" but Joel took note.
"Now what? I have no idea was going to happen next. That was it?"
"There was... " Tony started to say.
"Dad!"
"Mister N!" John was freaking almost as much as Rich.
"There was what?" Joel looked around the room.
"Aw c'mon Mister N" John tried to protest "Joel's right there!"
"Do it John, we gotta do it" and there was a huge stand-off. John was having no part of this, but Tony feared if he didn't Joel might renig on everything. Tony went over and whispered in his ear "do this and I owe you big time John if you do -- you think about all that mean, John" and with some coaxing John dropped down to the floor on his back. When Rich got into position Joel whistled "Bombo gets blown! Sweeeeet. Real locker room pushups, still don't know how'd you guys hear about..."
"You varsity goons didn't invent this stuff, okay?" and Rich turned and started his next seventy pushups. And again John did that little trick of pressing on the pubes until his filling dick was pointing up and then it happened. He hoped that the stress and pressure would be distracting enough to prevent the bone from returning. Or at least distract him from the three hundred pound gorilla in the room now. But then Rich lowered himself down and his mouth took in that cockhead and he did not try to push back up for several seconds until it was well on the way to full hardon.
"Oh shit..." Joel slumped to his knees "like I got a choice here" and before Tony or anyone could react Joel was on his knees, his mouth bobbing away on that muscle cock like he was permanently attached to that shaved groin. Tony looked down at his son sucking off his friend, looked down at the disheveled and overheated other friend of his son and decided what the hell! He grabbed Joel's head and began a slow deep throat fucking, expecting Joel to gag, which he did the first few times but not as often as Tony would have expected. His eyes flashed back and forth between his red-butted son bouncing up and down on that thick dick below him and this experienced talented guy on his knees in front of him completely outing himself to the whole group! Tony felt all the day's close calls start to tumble together and he suspected he might be able to hold out before the other two finished. When he heard "oh fuck oh fuck yeah yeah oh Rich oh FUUUUUU" seeing John bucking up into Rich's mouth, his son gagging and falling onto one side, his free hand finishing pumping the load onto John's front, his dark pubes smearing with the white splooge, Tony squeezed his eyes shut and his tortured balls gave a painful tight spasm and his cock blasted again and again into that hot mouth, expecting Joel to retch and pull away but instead Joel's other hand grabbed a hard muscled cheek and pulled him forward, his right hand milking and swallowing every drop from him until Tony had to pull his cock away from the relentless intensity. He looked down at Joel's red sweaty face.
"Now we clear, Mister N? Or should I call you Tony the Bone?" giving that muscle dick one more long lust-crazed, self-incriminating blatantly loud groaning suck.