Ezra, my office manager, was such an amazing find. I am lucky to have him – and to have had him, but that is another story.
“No.” I said exhaustedly. “It’s just my way of saying I need to call it a day. Let’s shut it down for the weekend.”
“You have had a long week. You can head out, and I will take care of locking everything up. I don’t mind.” Ezra said with a sly grin.
“Are you sure? I’ll help, but I wouldn’t mind the extra time to get some laps in to decompress. This is Carin’s big Sigma Kappa weekend so she’s in LA, but she hasn’t stopped blowing up my phone with more things for my to-do list and for some weird-ass reason, she doesn’t want Dex by himself tonight. Something to do with our new neighbors.”
“It’s totally okay. You hit the pool, and I’ll see you on Monday. Have a great weekend!”
“Really? You don’t want any help?” I asked.
“Go! Swim. Order a pizza with Dex. Do “stepdad things” with your boy. Just leave.” Ezra said practically pushing me out the door.
“Fine. Have a great weekend, E. Give my best to Liam!” I shout over my shoulder, laughing, as I head to the elevator. I glance back to see Ezra, mouth open, then laughing as he heads back inside the office. Ezra thought I didn’t know, well, until now, that he uses the office to hook up with his boyfriend on the weekends. I know he has two roommates, so if the office can give them some privacy, it is fine with me. He knows I trust him.
It has been an incredibly hard past few weeks. Work has been insane with driving this new marketing campaign. Carin. Carin is always, well, a Karen. Her drama is always more important than everyone else’s. Her employee didn’t make her coffee correctly and it was a personal attack against her. Her salad wasn’t cold enough and she wasn’t able to talk to the manager. And the last two weeks, she has been talking non-stop about how she is worried that our neighbors are going to be a bad influence on Dex.
My stress starts to melt away as soon as I pull into the parking lot. The gym is my sanctuary – my happy place. When things get tough, I know I can hide out here for a while and find some sort of peace. When I walk into the locker room, that familiar smell hits me. The scent of a man, his musk, his energy, while he builds his strength and power, it always makes my dick twitch. I find my locker, strip off my work gear and pull out my favorite speedo. Maybe because it has molded perfectly around my ass, cock and balls like a well-fitted glove. Or it’s that when I get out of the pool, it is slightly transparent and when I am walking back to the locker room, everyone can see the extra-large package tucked inside. I grab my goggles and a towel and walk towards the pool.
Forty-five laps later, I catch my breath at the edge of the pool. I slowly lift myself out, ensuring to let my meat hit the ledge, rest there for a second or two and then climb the rest of the way out. I may be older, but I know I am in great shape and like to show it from time to time. While drying off, I look around to see who may be watching and there are always more than one set of eyes on me as I walk out of the pool area.
While rinsing off in the shower, I peel the swimming briefs down my hairy, muscular legs, wring it out and hang it on the shower handle while I dry off. I throw the towel over my shoulder and head back to my locker, allowing the head of my cock to hit first my right thigh, then my left as I walk. There is something about walking around naked with other men that is so freeing. I take my time getting dressed, prolonging my departure, so I pull out my phone and check my messages. Four from Carin and one from Dex. I tap on his:
“When you get home, can we talk for a few? I have questions.”
Staring at his message, I had forgotten where I was for a moment. I looked up and saw a bare ass bent over, covered in dark hair, highlighted by bright white leg straps of a jock, aimed directly at me inviting me to play with it, fuck it, cum in it. The man stood and looked at me and smiled. He was very attractive, around my age and built, thick beard and hairy chest. If my mind wasn’t so focused on Dex, I probably would be balls deep in that furry ass, at this very moment. Instead, I smile and nod at him and start typing out my reply:
“Of course, bud. I’m just finishing up at the gym. I’ll be home soon. Think of something for us to order. I’m starved!”
I threw on the briefs and jeans I had worn to the office. I was still way too hot from my swim to put my sweater back on from earlier in the day. I found a tank I had left in my locker from a few days ago, grabbed my keys and headed towards the door, stopping briefly to introduce myself to Mr. Sasquatch and letting him know what days I am normally at the gym.
I pulled into the driveway twenty minutes later. As I approach the front door, I see our new neighbors walk towards their SUV, laughing with their arms over each other’s shoulders. They waved and started to drive away. I smiled and waved back as I opened the door. If I am being honest, a small wave of jealousy rolled over me. “I don’t know what their secret is, but I’d love something similar with my boys!”, I thought. “I wish Dex would open up to me like that! I dropped my satchel in my office and headed upstairs to the bedroom. I texted Carin that Dex and I are in for the night and about to order dinner. I instantly saw “…” so I knew something had upset her, and I was about to hear the entire story – like it or not.
I threw my phone on the bed and started to untie my shoes when Dex knocked on the door.
“Hey, bud! What’s up? Get all your work done?”
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
“Everything okay?”
Dex walked over and sat beside me on the bed, “This is what I wanted to talk to you about. The other day I saw the neighbors, Noah and his STEPDAD, fooling around together.”
“Snow and NOAH? Are you okay with that? Did that upset you?” I think I see why Carin has been tying herself in knots the last few weeks. However, seeing them together less than ten minutes ago and understanding the extent of their bond…well, fuck it, I am still jealous. Look at this boy. Look at the man he is becoming. Sometimes when I am talking to him, it’s like I am having a conversation with the nineteen-year-old version of myself. I can’t help but think what it would be like to reach over and lock lips with a younger version of me.
“No. Actually, the opposite. I liked it. Does that mean I am gay?”, Dex asked quizzically.
“Questioning your sexuality is part of becoming an adult and understanding who you are. It is completely normal. There is nothing to worry about.”
“Have you ever questioned your sexuality?”
“Oh, sure! Without a doubt.”
“Have you ever done it?”
I have never wanted to hide anything from my boys. I believe that sharing my sexual experiences with them and letting them know that it is okay to experiment while they find their true selves is a rite of passage. “Let’s just say, when I see an attractive person, whoever they are, my mind goes to sex. So yes, I have experimented with many different forms of sex with different people.”
“So, Professor Snow, he finds Noah attractive?”
“It does seem that way.” I said nodding in agreement.
Dex looks down. His hands were clasped. I could tell he was collecting his thoughts, so I gave him time. He turned to me, his eyes wider than I have seen them in many years, “Do you find….me……attractive?”
I put my hand on his thigh. I am not sure if I did that to calm him or steady myself, it was a gut reaction. I felt I couldn’t make eye contact with him right away. I took a few deep breaths. The next words out of my mouth could change my relationship with my boy forever. I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted him closer to me. I thought about how happy the Snow’s looked. So, I smiled at Dex and said “I do. Yes.”
Dex tilted his head back and slowly our lips touched intimately for the first time.
“Is that okay?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I sighed, relieved that he wanted to continue and amazed at how instantly hard my dick was.
I placed my hand on the back of his neck to bring his face closer to mine. We explored each other’s mouths as we slowly undressed.
Looking down at him, I see his chest hair starting to grow in just like mine did at nineteen. I run my hand through it, feeling how soft it is compared to how coarse mine is now. My hand continues down his stomach to his jeans and not stopping until I have a firm grasp around his dick. I think to myself, “Damn! Is it odd that I am proud at the amount of pre-cum this boy is leaking? That’s my boy!”
Dex rolls over on top of me and we continue our oral examination while I explore his back. I trace my fingers across a small patch of hair just above his young teen ass, but before I could work my hand further into his jeans, he slides off the bed and onto his knees waiting for me. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him one last time before standing to remove my tank.
He looks up at my hairy muscular chest and slowly unzips my jeans. My white briefs are now bulging. With his eyes wide again, he looks down at my meaty package. I whispered, “it’s okay” and with the same face he gets on Christmas morning, he greedily unwrapped my package and for the first time he was face-to-face with man cock. He took me into his mouth, just the head at first, while he got used to the size of the cock that made him. “You’re doing great. I’m proud of you.” I encouraged him. He put his hands under my set of large balls and held them while he took more of my dick into his mouth. I laid back enjoying the feeling of my young man nursing on me.
I stand Dex up, remove the rest of his clothes and inspect his body, sucking his hairy nip and making our cocks touch. I have him crawl back onto the bed, getting him on his hands and knees. He looks back at me worried and I assure him there is no need to be nervous.
Like a pro, he arches his back and lifts his hairy little ass into the air. I can’t help but dive directly into his crack. Parting his cheeks, allowing my tongue to go further into his unexplored tight furry pucker. His moans are the only approval I need as I continue.
I lick my way up his back. My tongue finds his mouth as the head of my cock hits his now extremely wet and primed hole. I tease him with my man-sized cock, rubbing the length and girth up and down his crack, allowing the hairs of his trench to wrap around my dick, begging me to fuck him for the first time.
I lube up his hole and start to push my cock into him. “Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” As he relaxes, I work my head inside and as he becomes more comfortable, I sink deeper until my balls are resting against his furry cheeks. I lay on top of him, wrapping my arms around him and whisper, “I am so proud of you.”
I sit back and start to withdraw myself from his hole’s tight grip on my cock, and then push myself back in. Gently, I start to work us from a moderate pace to an eyes-rolling-into-the-back-of-your-head, fuck yeah rhythm. I roll onto my side, lifting his leg over me, thrusting my cock in and out of him, while grabbing and jerking his cock at the same time making his toes curl.
As I feel my load start traveling up my shaft, I lift his leg over my shoulder so I can work my cock deeper into him. I look down at my hairy boy and only have time to ask, “Are you ready to take your first load?” before jackhammering his hole, filling him with the biggest wad I have shot in months.
My spent dick pops out of his hole and my load quickly follows, creating a puddle of our shared DNA on the bed. I pull Dex onto my lap, his hairy legs now wrapped around my waist, and push my cock back inside of his warm, now cum filled hole. We fall backwards as we come down from our orgasm high.
As Dex starts to fall asleep in my arms, I pulse my dick that is still buried inside of his hole and see a small smile appear on his face. A smile that reminds me of his brother, Marcus.
I start to think about how much Dex looks up to Marcus and how he tells him everything. I wonder how much of this experience he will share with his big brother?
