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    A couple of weeks after the Williams family moved next door, I was happy to see that our son Eric had a new best friend. Niles was at our house daily, except on days when Eric was over at theirs. I was thrilled to see our boy socialize with someone his own age. He didn't do well in school when it comes to making friends, which was surprising since he was such a charismatic kid.

    I think a part of the problem was that Eric liked spending time with his father and me too much. Since he was an only child, he often listened in while my husband and I were talking about politics or philosophy... or something much sexier at times. He didn't like most of the kids at his school, and in a town like this I didn't really blame him. 

    One Friday night, Bryce was at our door to pick up his little brother. Even though it was only a few minutes' walk, we preferred not to have the kids walking around in the pitch dark unaccompanied.

    "Niles, c'mon!" the teenager yelled after I let him in, all the while making eye contact with me and flashing me that mischievous smirk. I was wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts (which I would be taking off as soon as Niles leaves) and Bryce let his eyes wander to the heavy metal rings hanging off my muscular chest.

    "So when're you taking me to that gym of yours?" he asked. 

    That's right, I'd promised to bring him along. A promise is a promise.

    "How's tomorrow?" I asked.

    "Tomorrow's perfect. What's time?"

    "10 AM? Come by and I'll drive us there. And don't forget some sort of ID. You gotta prove you're at least 16."

    To be honest, with the amount of cruising that went on at my gym, I was always surprised that it wasn't 18+.

    "Aight," the teen smirked at me as his little brother showed up. While Niles was putting his jacket on, Bryce reached in and gave my thick cock a squeeze through the thin fabric of the shorts that I was freeballing in. "See ya tomorrow."

    The following morning, when Eric found out that I would be going to the gym, he insisted on tagging along.

    "C'mon, Dad! I can wait for you at the reception, like I always do!" he pleaded. We were in the kitchen; Eric in his pajamas and me naked, making coffee. Thankfully, my morning erection had gone down by now... mostly.

    Several times in the past, we'd brought Eric to the gym and left him to hang out in the reception area with the employees. Since we knew the owner and all of the workers there, none of them had a problem with it. At first we did it because we didn't have a babysitter, but then Eric started to ask to go "see his friends" who worked there, so every now and then we humored him and brought him along. Still, I wasn't a fan of my son hanging out at such an adult space.

    "Why don't you hang out with Niles today?" I suggested.

    "He's away with his mom, they're taking pictures all day. C'mon, pleeease."

    "Fine. Go take a shower and get dressed."

    Eric ran back to his room and I took the two cups of coffee and brought them to my husband in the bedroom. David was still naked in bed, reading something on his laptop.

    "Eric insists on coming to the gym with me today," I said, passing him his mug.

    "Even better. I don't have to worry about him around the house this morning. I'm behind on some work," David said, taking a sip of coffee.

    "Is it better, though?" I asked, lying next to him in bed. "Do you think... I don't know if it's too early for this, but... do you ever think Eric might be into guys?"

    My husband looked at me with a surprised expression on his face, then set his coffee mug down on the nightstand.

    "Why do you think that?"

    "I don't think that, I'm just wondering. Our gym is like what, 90% men? Maybe that's why he enjoys hanging out there so much, looking at all the hot guys coming and going."

    My husband laughed, with maybe a tad of relief in his voice.

    "That doesn't mean anything!" he said. "Lots of boys like looking at older, strong men. Why do you think all the action figures and superheroes look the way they do? Besides, Eric doesn't go there to people-watch. He goes there because they give him candy and soda and let him show them his Pokémon cards and they pretend to care."

    "You might be right."

    "I'm always right," my husband smirked.

    "Oh, is that so?" 

    I put my own coffee down and went to grab him in my arms. 

    "You're always right? Well, why don't you take this cock right up your ass then," I grunted, stroking my semi until it was fully hard. I flipped my husband on his side so his ass was facing me, and I started to open him up with my index and middle finger. Usually, he was able to take it with no lube, but his hole was tighter than usual this morning so I had David reach over to the nightstand and pass me the bottle.

    "There you go, you pig," I said while lubing up his asshole, then getting back to fingering him. It went much more smoothly now, and I was soon able to slide in a third finger, and then a fourth.

    "AAAH!" David moaned loudly.

    "Shhh. Door's open," I reminded him and nodded toward our open bedroom door. I put my left hand on my husband's throat and started choking him as he tried to keep his whimpering down to a minimum.

    Soon, his slutty hole was wide open around my fingers, and it felt ready to take my cock. I was rock hard by now and slathered some lube on my dick as well, before quickly entering my husband's ass in one swoop move.

    "Ah!" David moaned again, and I started thrusting back and forth faster. The clock on the nightstand said it was almost 10 AM, which meant Bryce would be here any minute now.

    "I'm gonna breed your hole before I leave," I grunted in my husband's ear.

    "Yes, please. Shoot your load inside of me," he begged.

    I thrusted faster, going for about five minutes, when we heard stomping and running in the hallway, quickly approaching our room.

    "DAD! I'm ready!!" our son yelled out.

    Quickly, I reached down and pulled up the cover over our lower bodies.

    "I'm ready," Eric repeated himself, standing in our doorway and looking at us.

    "Okay," I said, removing my hand from David's throat and putting both arms around him so it looked like we were cuddling. "I'll be done soon."

    "Come on, hurry up," our son requested as I continued discreetly thrusting back and forth inside his father.

    "Go downstairs to answer the door when Bryce shows up," I said, finding it difficult to talk considering I was on the edge of an orgasm.

    "Fine," Eric agreed and finally walked away. His footsteps hadn't even reached the stairs yet by the time I was dumping my load inside his father's ass.

—

    At the gym, Eric was happy to see the two friendly young men who were working the reception desk today. While he talked with one of them, the second guy helped Bryce join the gym, and even gave him his first month free because of my referral.

    "So, did Eric walk in on you guys this morning?" Bryce asked as he and I made our way to the locker room by ourselves.

    "What? Why?"

    The teenager smirked, as if he knew something I didn't, before replying.

    "When he answered the door for me this morning, I asked where you were, and he said you were 'playing with his daddy in bed.'"

    "Is that what we said we were doing, playing?"

    "What did you expect him to say, fucking? Is that what you were doing?"

    "I... I'm not sure how much he saw."

    By now, we'd entered the locker room and Bryce seemed to lose interest in our conversation, getting rather distracted by all the naked bodies walking around.

    "This ain't what my locker room in New York looked like," he whispered to me.

    "Why? Did everyone there wear a bathrobe?"

    "Not a bathrobe, but at least a towel round their waist. Not walk around with their dicks all out and shit."

    "You say it like it's something you don't like," I whispered to him as we picked two lockers next to each other.

    "How do you know what I like?" he asked coolly.

    "I'm starting to get an idea," I said, taking my clothes off and putting on one of my revealing gym outfits. Bryce dressed more conservatively, in basketball shorts and a T-shirt a couple of sizes too large on him. 

    On the gym floor, we stuck together, since he didn't know his way around the gym. A couple of times, he even dared to put his hand on my bulge when no one was looking, teasing and squeezing my cock and balls. Luckily, I managed not to get hard, although I did grow a semi. In the short shorts that I was wearing, a full-blown erection would've been popping out in no time.

    Several guys approached me at times to chat with me. All of them were men I had fucked or hooked up with at the gym, and I regretted not having time to go cruising after my workout today. Whenever Eric was here, I tried not to spend more than 30 or 45 minutes tops at the gym. Even though all the employees insisted that "he's not a bother," I didn't want them to have to babysit him for too long.

    After our brief training, I told Bryce we need to call it a day. The gym floor was really full by now, but the locker room and showers were much emptier. In the gang showers, I wasn't one bit surprised to have the horny teenager reach for my cock once again; this time, making skin-on-skin contact.

    "What're you doing?" I asked as warm water ran down my body.

    "I'm just... how did your son put it? Playing," Bryce smirked. He looked great naked. Apparently he played a lot of basketball and it showed; and his cock was almost as big as mine, which was a huge accomplishment for someone his age.

    Bryce jerked me off under the showers until I was hard, as we heard men walking in and out of the locker room around the corner. Suddenly, one of them came to the shower area, a ginger bear with his towel on his shoulder. The interruption made Bryce quickly pull away and go stand under his own showerhead.

    "Don't stop on my account," the bear said with a friendly voice, going under a third shower. Indeed, I remembered seeing him playing with guys in the sauna in the past, so I'm sure he had no problem with this.

    Bryce looked at him and then at me, before wrapping his hand back around my boner and stroking it up and down. 

    "I've never played with a pierced dick before," he commented, and I was happy to be his first. I don't know how many guys he's jerked off in his life (if any), but he was very good at what he was doing and had me nearing the edge soon, for the second time today. 

    Just as I thought I was about to shoot, we heard a group of what sounded like three men approaching the showers, talking to each other. Since I wasn't sure if they'd all be as open to all this as the ginger bear was, I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, doing my best to confine my boner (which wasn't easy, due to its size). Bryce finished up his shower and we both left the area, as I turned my body awkwardly so I wouldn't show my front to the three men who'd just entered.

    Back at our lockers, our aisle of the locker room was completely empty. We didn't know if it would stay that way for long, but I was too horny to give up now.

    "I can keep an eye out for you if you want," someone said from behind me. I turned around to see the friendly bear from the showers again.

    "Thanks, buddy. Appreciate it," I said to him.

    The bear moved to the corner of the row of lockers and watched the room as the neighbor's kid started to jerk me off again. All this excitement was actually adding to my horniness, and I could tell I was about to blow a HUGE load, even though it would be my second of the day.

    "Fuck, I'm getting close. I'm gonna blow," I said, and Bryce only started to stroke faster. I laid out my towel on the bench, not wanting to make a mess. Bryce read my mind and aimed my cock at the towel, going faster with every stroke. Finally...

    "ARGH, FUCK!" I started to shoot. I was right: it was one hell of a load! Bryce and the bear both watched in admiration as I shot rope after rope of cum all over the white towel, basically soaking it.

    Just as I shot my last few drops, the bear said "Quickly! Put your boner away!" I took my pants and quickly pulled them up, just as my son showed up from around the corner.

    "Dad! There you are."

    "Eric, what're you doing here?!" 

    "They've been really busy today so it's kinda boring. The two guys up front were busy talking to customers so I snuck in to look for you."

    "You can't do that, Eric," I said, trying not to sound too impatient. Just then, the three men from the showers came out, all of them naked and surprised to see Eric in the locker room, but they just walked on and didn't say anything.

    "I'm sorry, but can we go soon?" Eric asked.

    "Well as you can see we are getting dressed," I replied. "So yes, we are going soon."

    "Great. Here, I'll get rid of this for you!" my son reached for my towel on the bench. Before I had a chance to stop him, he was holding it in his hand and looking for a place to dump it. Even though the towel was absolutely drenched in my cum, I couldn't tell if Eric had any idea what it was.​