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Tom finds his Daddy -- Chapter 3
Peters POV
The phone pinged, it was Tom, "I'm 5 minutes away"
"No probs, I'll come downstairs and let you into the lift" I replied
I opened the lift door and there was Tom, wearing jeans and a linen shirt, opened 3 buttons showing a tanned chest and hinting at nice pecs, I welcomed him, and we made our way back to my room.
"Hey, what a great view" he remarked. yeah, it was nice, the 21st floor, harbor views separate bedroom with an open plan lounge, dining and kitchen. Very comfortable. We kicked our shoes off, I got us a nice glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and we took a seat in a pair of comfy chairs facing at angles to each other and the view. Tom looked somewhat nervous but was keeping it together and we started chatting about this and that. After about 30 minutes I topped up our glasses and moved the conversation further, time to see what Tom was thinking.
"Those pics you sent were hot Tom, I mean very hot" I told him
"Thanks, I really liked yours as well." Tom replied
"Have you been with a man before Tom?" He paused and looked thoughtful.
"No, never, well, actually that's not quite true," he smiled guiltily. "When I was 14 a mate and I fooled around after training in the surf club showers."
"What happened, tell me."
"Not much, we were having a shower and started to push each other around and that led to some grappling which led to some wrestling, having fun you know?"
"Oh, I know" I smiled, and he laughed.
"Yeah, well anyway, we both got hardons and hugged each other pressing and rubbing against each other, he ended up cumming in his speedos after a couple of minutes, was really embarrassed and ran out."
"What did you do?"
"Well, I was quite shocked as well, but still horny as fuck so I got back under the shower and kept rubbing my cock through my speedos and came in them really quickly and cleaned up and went home."
"Did you ever do it again with him or any other guy"
"No, we never talked about it again and I didn't play around with any other guys after that as I wasn't really into guys, I just thought about girls."
"But you find Speedos sexually arousing though, like they play a part in your sex life still" I made it a statement, not a question, dropped my voice a bit with a neutral expression
Tom was silent, but held my gaze, then shook his head slightly and smiled "how do you know that are you a mind reader or a detective?"
I smiled and raised an eyebrow "Maybe a bit of both, but let's look at the evidence, the two pics you sent both had speedos in them and your first sexual experience had speedos. I bet you used to beat off in speedos all through school and probably do now when you're going through a dry patch?"
"Fuck do you have a camera in my room" he asked smirking but obviously intrigued.
"No but I wish I did" I admitted, looking at him and grinning
This admission made Tom smile broadly, I could tell he got a kick out of the attention I was giving him and then he replied
"I bet you do, you old pervert" followed by a hearty laugh, he could give as good as he got, very nice.
"Guilty your honor and I have absolutely no remorse"
We both laughed. We quietly sipped our wine, looking at the view.
"I'm intrigued though, do you wear them with women, do they like them" I continued
"Well yes many do. When I was about 16 I started having sexual experiences with girls and they were initially all from the surf club as that was my social group and quite often we would make out in the sand dunes near the club or after I got my license at my house after training as Mum worked late so I had the house to myself and so yeah sex often began while I was wearing speedos. And as I got older into Uni not many guys wore speedos, you know mainly boardies as did I except when I was on patrol, training or at a carnival and while I noticed that I got looks in boardies, nothing like what I got when I wore speedos I really got noticed and it led to a lot of sexual encounters. So, I know a lot of women say they don't like guys in speedos, but that wasn't my experience" he said the last bit with a smirk and boast. Fair enough too I thought, he continued quickly he seemed to enjoy talking about this.
"I also love wearing them around the house and with my girlfriends they like me wearing them around at home as well, not so much at the beach."
"Because you attract too many looks"
"Exactly" he smirked, As you say Peter, they're only human"
"Absolutely Tom", we both laughed.
I think the lawyer must have taken control as Tom finally asked a question not wanting me to dominate the conversation, but I think he was enjoying being dominated.
"How about you peter, I know you've been with men but what about speedos?"
"Kind of similar story to you, a mate of mine and I were about 15, were in the same surf club and after training or patrol or just going to the beach during summer holidays we would come home to my place to have some lunch, mum and dad both worked. We'd been doing this since primary school and when we were 15, I suppose we were getting horny and I'm not sure how it started but we would come home from the beach, hop into the shower to rinse off and then start to wrestle, cuddle and rub each other through our speedos and frot each other and cum. There was no kissing or oral or anything like that it became this weird routine and when we had both cum, we'd go and have lunch, back to beach in the afternoon rinse and repeat the next day"
Tom smiled, "nice".
"Yeah, it was. We did that for only that summer and by the next year we both had girlfriends. And I never had another experience with a guy again until about 10 years ago as I told you this afternoon"
"And you are turned on by Speedos"
"Yeah of course." I replied
Tom took another sip of wine and looked out the window, thinking.
"Tom, will you stand up please and move away from the chair and stand over there facing me." I said using a pleasant but firm voice.
Tom looked blankly at me, and as realization dawned, surprised, then smiled nervously, placed his wine glass on the coffee table and stood up. He moved to where I had directed him, he held himself well, like an athlete, in a relaxed state of readiness. I had moved him into the center of the room, away from his chair, I turned my chair, so I was facing him. There was not a lot of light in the room only two table lamps, it was soft, but the Harbor Bridge and Opera House were just below and across the harbor and the entire city blazing away in a plethora of color, ferries and pleasure craft moving around the harbor, it was a beautiful setting and it was about to improve further.
"Take off your shirt" I said quietly. Now he smiled and his eyes grew bright. He dropped his gaze focusing on the job at hand, and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, he took his time, in no hurry, when he finished, he stopped and looked up. He held my gaze not moving for a few seconds, I could see the pulse in his neck, he was excited, he then shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.
He pushed his shoulders back slightly and shifted the weight on his feet and held his arms loosely by his sides; he knew how to best present himself. I exhaled and he noticed. He cocked his head to one side, "so what do you think"
I sat quietly looking at him admiring a body much like one would a sculpture in a museum. His hair was dark blond, would become darker as he aged, it was cropped short, he had an aquiline nose not large, just distinctive and masculine, strong jaw, piercing blue eyes, small but perfect ears, I had a weak spot for ears. He had a long strong neck that sat upon broad shoulders, his pecs were well formed and showed the benefits of years of surf boat rowing, as did his biceps, his nipples were small and standing erect. His chest was covered with an almost invisible dusting of dark blond hair and then a thin but wonderful treasure trail disappeared over his abs into the top of his jeans. His abs were not washboard, but there was definition, and you could imagine in his prime athletic career they would have been as hard as marble, he still had a wonderful V disappearing into his jeans. He was perfectly in proportion. I must have drunk the view of him in for a full minute, he was looking at me intently, even a slight concerned look started to creep in. I smiled and he smiled back.
"You look magnificent" I said. I meant it. I smiled again, he stood up taller and unconsciously pushed his chest out further and flexed ever so slightly, he cracked into a beaming smile. He looked insanely pleased with himself.
He craved my praise, interesting.
He stood there alert. Like a gun dog waiting to be given the order to leap in the water and retrieve the bird. "Now remove your jeans" He smiled again, he undid the top button, lowered the zipper and then slowly pulled them down, revealing that he was wearing a black speedo, it looked the same classic aussiebum he had worn in one of the photos he sent. As he removed his legs from the jeans, and stood up you could see his semi erect cock creating a nice bulge, he adjusted himself to move his cock facing up and to his left to make himself more comfortable, his cock although not fully erect looked as if it may grow to 8 inches, I couldn't tell if he was cut or not. He stood with his legs apart, confident, used to having his body on display. He had muscular well sculpted calves, and his thighs were powerful from years of fighting the surf off the East Coast of Australia. He was simply stunning.
"Very nice Tom." He smiled, delighted with the compliments.
I stood up and looked him in the eye, a smile started to form around his beautiful mouth, his lips were full and sensual, his teeth were bright and perfect. I removed my shirt, he started to scan my body, I had a moderate amount of chest hair and a thick trial into my jeans, a slight belly, I had an average build overall, but for my age certainly above average for fitness when I think of friends and men I do business with. He smiled, he seemed to be staring at my belly and bulge, and quietly whispered "Nice".
Next, I undid my jeans and dropped them on the ground and kicked them away, I was wearing navy blue speedos, I suspected Tom would wear speedos, so I decided to match him. When he saw them, he smiled, "You knew I would wear speedos didn't you?" he asked, I just nodded and smiled
I was about three quarters hard, my 7inch cut cock pointed up and to the left like Toms, I stood quietly and observed him. His eyes flicked between my bulge and belly, it was then I noticed his right hand unconsciously moving to begin stroking his cock and his left hand moved to his right nipple. He let out a slight moan and tilted his head back slightly, as he tweaked his nipple and gave his cock the first stroke, he still hadn't looked me in the eye, he was transfixed with my bulge and belly. This boy was horny.
I had come to the conclusion over the years that these "straight" younger guys and their interest in older men was due to the absence of their fathers or a poor relationship with their fathers if they were still around, as they got older they crave either discipline or praise or often both as it was absent as a child and this desire becomes sexualized. I vaguely remember reading about it somewhere that sexual fetishes can have many weird and wonderful geneses to them, for example speedos and for that matter a Daddy fetish.
I didn't have experience in role play or being a Dom, the bog-standard Dom daddy caricature didn't float my boat, I have always wished to treat people with respect and have never been excited by humiliation or pain. But I knew I had an intimidating presence, my daughters could attest that boyfriends always felt intimidated and were very wary of me, until we got to know each other. The other young men I had seen had been fairly vanilla affairs and though I enjoyed their company and we had a good time together I hadn't really connected to them in any deep way. With Tom it felt immediately quite different, I felt connected at a level I could not yet explain or account for, interesting and slightly unsettling.
I decided to test the waters.
"Tom!!" I barked. His eyes flew to mine, and he looked like someone had just slapped him.
"Did I say you could touch your cock or nipples" my voice was low, stern, slightly menacing, I surprised myself and had to suppress a grin
He looked at me silently, unsure now, uneasy, but I noticed his cock was a little larger.
I waited, he finally answered "No".
I said nothing, looking at him, I could see his chest rise and fall his breathing had increased in rate and depth, still I said nothing, I fractionally raised my right eyebrow, slightly tilted my head
He broke my gaze, he looked down and then he said, quietly, "No...... Sir" His cock pulsed in his speedos, straining the Lycra, it was rock hard, the tip was almost visible at the waist band of the speedos
"I'll set the boundaries here, don't you agree?"
He looked up, a slight smile, apologetic maybe, "yes Sir", another pulse from his cock
So, he craved my discipline as well as my praise, interesting. I was so attracted to him right now. My cock was fully erect and pulsed as well, Tom's eyes flicked down, he saw it, he responded with a slight grin, cheeky bugger.
I relaxed my face and smiled. "Now that's a good boy" His face broke into an enormous grin, again the chest expanded and best of all an ever-expanding wet patch of precum was appearing at the tip of his cock through the Lycra of his speedos and a couple more pulses from his very erect cock.
Well, well it looks we are both on the same page
I sat back down in the lounge chair lent back stretched my legs out letting them fall open in front of me.
"Now flex for me Tom" He immediately complied, now with a more concentrated look, eager to do well. His biceps were large, and he controlled them with dexterity, his pecs perfect with small perfect nipples standing out from his chest. His six pack was now obvious as he tried to show off his superb body to its best. He moved slightly from side to side to give me the best look. He was having a ball and clearly enjoyed showing off while drinking in my body and loving that I was so clearly enjoying it, I started softly stroking my cock through my Speedos, his eyes loved it, and he flexed even harder. "Turn around and face the mirror" I told him, quietly, almost gently. He slowly did so, flexing and relaxing, getting into the swing of it. The muscles in his back stood out like cords, his waist tapered down to narrow hips, his butt magnificently muscled, firm and tight, his calf muscles standing out as he flexed and relaxed them. His enormous thighs tightening and relaxing
"You have a body like an ancient Greek warrior, absolutely masculine and beautiful at the same time" I said
"Thanks" he murmured, but flexed even more, I could see his face in the mirror, and he looked so proud as I complimented him and I could see he was looking at his own body intently in the mirror, maybe seeing what I did for the first time.
"Relax" I said softly
I stood up quietly from my chair
I let him stand there, looking at himself, I could see his face in the mirror, but he couldn't see me yet. I consume this beautiful sight in slowly savoring every second, he has small beads of sweat appearing on his neck, his breathing is elevated, and he looks pumped "You've worked so hard for that body, it says so much about you as a person, about your discipline, commitment, you should be very proud"
He smiled again but didn't say anything.
I moved slowly and silently towards him. He looked intently into the mirror, waiting for me to come into sight, but the angle I came in on he would not see me until I was right behind him. I stand close to him, reach out and gently caress his left speedo clad butt cheek, he flinches ever so slightly. I then moved to be behind him, and I placed my right hand on his right shoulder and lightly traced my fingers slowly down the right side of his back gently tracing the outline of his muscles down to his right butt cheek. His breathing starts to increase ever so slowly. I gently move my hands from his muscular ass and place them on his hips holding him gently, and slowly kiss the back of his right shoulder. I continued kissing him along his shoulder and found the base of his neck. I then gently press my speedo clad cock against his butt, but only just touching. He closes his eyes, lets out a small moan and allows his head to tilt back exposing his neck for me to explore. It was then I looked up and he must have sensed this as he moved his head back and looked into the mirror, our eyes met. I am about 3 inches taller so I can easily see over his shoulder, his eyes are full of lust, anticipation, excitement and there is something else, I'm not sure...trust? Yes, it's trust.