Jason's First Workout Ð Chapter XX: Dirty Sex, giving thanks, and other stuff
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New chapters (5 and up) updated to present day: Luke age 56, Brock 48, Jason 34, Joe 40, Chase 28, Sam 26.
Jason:
"Right there, yes right there, Baby," I breathed into Joe's ear, my turgid cock spiraling, pummeling into his upraised, hairy asshole as I fucked him missionary, on his back, power-bottom grinding beneath me. Only moments ago, I had taken Joe's giant load up my own asshole doggie-style, letting him hammer me relentlessly until his sweat-soaked, beast of a body had collapsed on my back in total bliss. Not one to shoot when being fucked from the rear, we'd quickly switched so I could plow some manhole too.
"Fuck, Man. Breed me like I bred, you." He growled, urging me on. "I want your seed in me."
I gazed at the massive, handsome man beneath me, getting off on his hairy muscled pecs and the muscled hole that was squeezing my cock every right way to orgasm. Feeling my cum rising, I dove into his mouth, fucking it with my tongue as I fucked his hole with my hot, hard cock. My balls were cinched tight and I knew I was close.
"Oh fuuuuck," I groaned into his mouth as he continued to maw on my lips, sucking me into his face as his hole sucked my cock in. And then a heightened consciousness yawned in the apex of my cranium, my toes curled, my calves flexed and extended, and I drove my hips into his as the first eruption flew from my turgid head to fill his molten cavern with my equally steaming load Ð one, two, three, then four searing blasts shot forth until I thought I would never stop cumming.
He wrapped his powerful hams around me, trying to pull me in tighter, as I collapsed in a heap upon his chest, sweat and saliva soaking our beards, our chests, and our crotches, plastering us together into one rapturous, hairy beast.
One large paw pushed back the sweat on my forehead through my shorn golden hair, and he pressed his lips to my forehead.
"Fucking A, Stud," He groaned. "You are the best fuck a man could ever wish for. I'm never letting you go, Mr. Green."
"Mr. Green?" I sighed, turning my head. "We just got engaged, not married. And we haven't even discussed names yet." I felt my cock sliding from his lubricated hole and moved to slide into my favorite spot, to his right, beneath his large left arm and hairy pit Ð my second favorite spot to fit into his massive frame.
He pushed me down in one rush, raised my legs with one muscled arm, and dove into my hairy ass!
"What the fuck are you doing?" I giggled.
He raised up and smiled at me. "I'm gonna eat my cum out of your ass, you sexy fucker!"
"What? When'd you get into the nasty, Mountain Man?"
"You bring out the nasty queer side in me, Stud. Now shut up and be good so maybe I'll share some of this with you," he growled deep and low and that place in the pit of my stomach yawed at the sound of his rich baritone and the feel of his hot, wet tongue on my well-fucked anus. I tried to bare down, feeling the trickle of his cum and God knows what else begin to vacate my man-pussy.
"Fuck yeah, tastes like honey," He groaned, raising up and sharing a sloppy kiss with me.
"Damn," I moaned as he got back to it, eating my hole. "I didn't know I was into felching but you sure make it pretty damn hot." He sat up grinning mischievously and this time hovered over my open mouth and let a long stream of hot cum drip down onto my waiting tongue before burying my mouth with his. He ground his tongue into mine and I felt my cock quiver, chubbing at this erotic contact.
"Oh Fuck!" I groaned as he pulled away, rolling onto his back and then grabbing both his legs beneath his knees and raising his ass.
"Your turn," He commanded. "I didn't even know this had a name, Hot City Boy! Get down there and fletch my hole." I started laughing again.
"Felch! You backwoods Stud. Not fletch," I teased back but I was already moving, anxious to eat him out too. My load, being fresher, was already dripping from his hole and I dove in, lapping from beneath his hairy, muscled cleft. I was intoxicated by the sight of this massive stud, huge quads raised and held by massive hands, my bright white load seeping from that mass of black hair and pink anal lips. He moaned and ground his hole into my face. I wanted it all to myself, surprised by my nasty hunger for my future husband's pussy, but realizing all he had done for me on this day, I decided I should share.
I slurped and filled a mouthful and then leaned up over his and pressed my mouth to his. He opened to my touch, reaching in with my tongue and I let the swath of the load bathe his tongue and mouth, swabbing it back and forth with my tongue until he groaned deeply. When we'd spit it back and forth between us for a bit, he swallowed and I pulled away.
"Holy Fuck!" He exclaimed. "Just when I think sex with you can't be any hotter, we find something new to try."
I settled back into my nest of his hairy muscled paw and twiddled with that left nipple and hard left pec. I could play with this man's body for the rest of my life. I hoped I would play with it forever.
"It was your idea, Handsome," I smiled into his side. "You were the one who wanted to get nasty."
"Hey, you started it last week when you asked me to piss on you in the new shower. I didn't know you wanted to drink some too," He laughed, squeezing me. "So, now we're even."
"Well," I began, in my defense, "my prior husband often didn't like to play in ways that he considered `too gay' so it's been a pleasure to have a partner who's willing to try some things I haven't done in a really long time."
"Wait. No mention of prior husband," he held up his other unoccupied hand. "Remember our agreement."
"Yeah, sorry," I said. We had agreed over the last few weeks not to talk about Butch, his former fuck-buds, or any other `partners' while we were in our bed, or any other place where we might be in the act of intimacy. Love making was between the two of us only now, and we were leaving prior sexual partners out of our relationship. In theory, it had been a great idea but putting it into practice hadn't been that easy so far.
He leaned over and lightly rubbed his lips over mine. "And I don't even want to ask about what `other' things you haven't done in a really long time. I'd rather just imagine you are discovering it all with me," he whispered.
I nuzzled into his beard. "Man, it all feels like the first time with you. I've never felt this kind of connection with any other lover before you, Stud. You're spoiling me."
"You'll never have to know anyone else, now that you've said yes," he said and I could feel the big smile spreading on his face without even looking at it.
"Speaking of connectionÉ" I began, nuzzling in tighter and taking his heavy, limp and wet cock into my left hand. God, how I just loved the feel and the sight of him, all of him, but especially this amazing tool of his.
"I know. You love me for my mind, but it's really my big cock that keeps you cumming back for meÉ" he laughed.
"No, I'm just playing," I sighed. "I was thinking of what you were saying when you were shooting into my ass earlier."
"Oh Babe. Fuck, you know you make me lose my mind when you take my cock like that," he said, stroking my back and then reaching down with his large, left hand to finger my ass again.
"No, I don't think it was mindless. Why'd you say that?" I asked, not daring to look up and make eye contact.
He growled. "Stud, I don't even remember what all I said. I just love making love to you, and when you take me so fast and deep like that. Damn! You know how many fuck buds, some serious power bottoms even, weren't able to take me hard and deep like you? From that first day on the porch, Damn!"
"The Pact, remember? No prior fuck-bud mentions." I said, raising up and looking at him. "And nice try changing the subject. You know what you said."
"What?" he protested, and I thought , maybe I am making too much of this.
"You said, and I'm paraphrasing but getting the gist here Ð God, you're so tight. I want to breed that tight fucking hole. I want to fill you up. I wish I could make my babies with you. Fill you up and breed you." I said, matter of factly.
"Hmm," He groaned, stroking my ass again. "Sounds about right and pretty fucking hot."
"Is that what this was all about?" I asked again.
"All what?" he said, sobering a bit.
"Joe Green." I said looking at him levelly. "Do you want a baby with me?"
"Damn, you sound just like your Daddy when you call me by my full name. I feel like I just turned the ball over in the fucking championship game!" he laughed, pressing my head back into his sweaty chest, I inhaled the aroma of all man, and man-sex, and heady, overwhelming testosterone. Fuck!
"Stop!" I said, sitting up. "I'm being fucking serious here."
He sat up, sighing, and looking at me, those eyes drawing me in as they had that first day out on the back deck. He took both of my hands in his. He licked his lips and I watched the trail of his tongue across the puffy, hair-shrouded mouth and I ached to lick it too, but I focused again on his eyes. I watched and waited.
"Jason Scott Perry. I love you. With all my heart. I told you this today. I want to share my life with you. You know that. And, in that life, I mean. Fuck yeah. I'd like to be a Daddy. And I think you'd make a hell of a Dad too. I mean, just look at your relationship with Doc and Brock and you're not even their blood. I just, I mean, yeah." He sighed and tugged my hands tighter. " I want us, the two of us, to have a family. And I know this is a lot for one day. I just asked you to marry me and all, but I meanÉ I turn 41 this summer, and you'll be what? 35. If we're going to have this lifeÉ I mean, Fuck! Why is this so hard?"
He looked at me like he wanted me to throw him a lifeline but I wasn't saying a damn word until he was done. I stared him down.
" I wish I was as good with words as you and Doc are." He picked up my hands and kissed them so softly I swear I thought I would cry. Who in the fuck was this man and how had I been so lucky to end up here, with him? Loving me. Wanting a family with me?
I swallowed, more to contain the tears that I was afraid might burst forth at any minute than any fear, and then tried to measure my words.
"I love you, too, Joe. I'm so grateful for today. And to be honest, yes, I have dreamed about a family of my own someday." He let out a breath and I realized he'd been holding it in. I squeezed his hands and went on. "When Butch and I first married, I'd hoped we'd be able to adopt or somehow start a family. Near the end, I'd even thought a baby might save us, but now, as we know, that wouldn't have fixed anything."
"I won't say you broke the rule there," He smiled into my eyes. "But it sounds like there's a But coming here somewhereÉ"
"But," I smiled back. "My divorce isn't final. We're not married yet. We've actually only been together about four months. Doesn't it all seem lightning fast to you? Doesn't that scare you sometimes? Do you ever have any doubts?" I asked, as honestly as I could, afraid to let him know that sometimes I was scared. Scared about how much I already loved him, needed him.
He pulled me into him then and once again I was amazed how, as a full-grown man, I could feel like a small boy when he pulled me into his large lap and wrapped me in those huge, muscled arms. When he spoke, though, it was the voice of a boy I could hear underneath every word. "I lost someone when I was really too young to understand it, but I had loved him. I still love him. I know he wasn't perfect and we were both so young. But, I thought I could never love someone like that again." He cleared his throat and tried to start again. "Honestly, I think I was afraid to ever love someone again like that."
He halted and I could feel his breath and then his lips on my neck, the massive arms squeezing me. He began again.
"I think I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you. I mean, it was awkward yeah," he chuckled, "since I essentially had just put my dick away, but there was something. Electricity. A spark, I don't know. But you said this a minute ago! Right? There's something here, Jay. Something that is just so right. And listen, it's okay if you're not ready. I get that. But I have to be honest with you. I'm not going to be afraid to say everything I'm thinking to you. If we're in this, we've gotta be all in. Together. It's okay though, if you're not ready." He squeezed me again and buried his head into my neck.
I realized I loved this man more than I could've ever thought possible. And yes, I had pulled this out of him when I thought what he'd said in the heat of his orgasm might be possible. But he was right. He was laying himself bare to me and I needed to do the same.
I held onto him but spoke into his arms. "I think it's significant that when you held my hands and professed your love, we were looking into each other's eyes. But then you held me against you and told me the rest nuzzled into my neck. Were you afraid to tell me all of that, Joe? Because I don't ever want you to be afraid that being honest with me will somehow hurt me, or us."
He turned me to him. "Fuck no! I just wanted to hold you and I don't know. It was scary, a bit. I mean, Fuck! Don't you think I've thought through all the reasons that all of this is so crazy? I mean what are the fucking odds anyway that you and I ever meet? And then your Dad was my Coach, and then I learned he was gay too but I didn't know it. I mean, it's like some kind of weird movie, right?"
I laughed with him, and then kissed him. And he kissed me back hard.
"It's a fucking gay-boy fantasy!" I laughed. "And you are too." I put my head on his naked shoulder and stroked his broad, strong back. "I love you so fucking much, Joe. And yeah, that fantasy in my head has both of us Ð being Dads to some smart, cute, handsome kid, who's most likely going to be straight. You know that, right? I mean, if it's a girl, they'll be boys wanting to date her and if it's a boy, we'll have to talk about hetero sexÉ you do know what's in store, right?"
He pushed me away and looked into my face, searching. "Wait? Are you saying? Are you're saying you're okay with this? You want a kid too?"
I smiled up at him. "Yes, I think so. But there's lots to consider. I mean Ð a baby, or older? Adoption? Or I guess if it's a baby we could do the surrogate thing andÉ". He pressed his mouth into mine and crushed me beneath him, kissing my mouth, my face, and my entire head.
"Fuck!" I screamed, pushing on him. "You're smothering me, you big, bigÉ Biologist!" We both started giggling.
"Seriously? Biologist?" he said as he rolled off me.
I gasped. "It was all I could get out when I couldn't breathe."
"Are you sure?" He asked again.
"Stud, I just imagined you as some lucky kid's dad, and I just knew. It was the right idea." I answered, sure as I'd even been.
"I love you so fucking much," he said, kissing me again, and smothering the breath out of me.
Thanksgiving Eve:
Brock
"Come in," I yelled to the guest bedroom door. I sat up in the bed, put my iPad away and reached for my mask.
"Hey," Sam said, coming to stand in the doorway hesitantly.
"Hey yourself. What's up? Did Janie get to bed okay?"
"Yeah," he answered, looking down at his hands. "I just needed to walk Charlie one more time before we all went back up in the garage apartment."
"I hope it hasn't been too much trouble with Janie having to walk up the stairs. It was the only way we could figure that allowed me to quarantine away and give your Dad a full 10 days before you came. If he didn't get to hug you, he was going to go nuts," I laughed.
Sam smiled up at me. "No, I mean no sir. The apartment is great. It's been great but we were sorry that you've been working the entire time we were here. At least we got to be together tonight and will be tomorrow for the dinner," He said.
"Yes, I'm sorry about my work schedule. Things are beginning to getÉ scary at the E.R." I said hesitantly.
"Well," he started again, "Honestly Brock, I just wanted to say thank you."
"Well, you're welcome." I answered smiling. "For what?"
"For giving up your bedroom. Quarantining away from Dad for 10 days. I know how much you guys, uh, mean to each other," he said.
"Look Sammy," I began. Damn. How to begin? Why was it so easy with Jason and with Chase but this second son of Luke's? He and I struggled. "Sam. Sorry, I know you hate the kid nickname. This is on me. I'm the one who went back to work and as a physician who's being exposed daily, there was no way I was going to expose Janie and her unborn child to what I could bring home. Luke and I work pretty well with protocols and the outdoor shower, but we'd already discussed my sleeping in a separate room anyway. I was happy to do this, if for anything, to see the look on your Dad's face when you guys drove up. He misses you a lot, you know?" I smiled across the room.
Sam stepped into it and perched on the edge of the queen-size bed. "Is this okay?" He said, hesitantly. `
"Sure," I said. "Masked and distanced. What's really on your mind, son?"
"I just," he began and then began again. "With the baby coming, I've just been thinking about things Ð mostly Mom and Dad's divorce, and Dad's coming out, and some of the shit I said when I was 14 and 15."
I held up a hand. "I don't remember what you're talking about. It's water under the bridge, bud. Forgotten."
"No!" he said, louder. "I thought about this half the drive here while Janie was sleeping and the miles went by. I was a shit to both of you, but mostly to you. I was pissed my parents were not staying together and I could not comprehend that my macho, coach Dad was gay and then when he found a, aÉ" he trailed off.
"Queer?" I teased. "Man lover? Boy-toy?" He started laughing.
"A husband." He said, gaining control. "It was a lot and I was stupid. I should've said I was sorry a long time ago. " He looked up. I met him eye to eye over my mask.
"As I said, son. It's forgotten. You love your Dad. I knew it would be hard. I just hope that these last 12 years or so have shown you that I love your Dad too." I said.
"Yes, sir. I know. I appreciate you taking such good care of him," he said awkwardly.
"Well, it's kind of mutual. Sort of like you and Janie, yeah?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, thinking. "I worry about him some, Brock. Are you guys okay?" I smiled and thought, Damn if this boy isn't growing up. It's amazing what marriage, a house payment and a baby on the way will do for maturity.
"We're good, Son. Don't you worry about us. It's been a damn pandemic!" I shuffled and sat up more. "And my going back to the hospital to help with Covid patients hasn't been easy. Your Dad's a worrier, you know that,"I said.
He laughed. "Oh hell yeah, we all know that!"
"So, don't you be. Okay? He'll worry enough for all of us. You just take care of that sweet girl and the one on the way. Doc and I are good. IF sleeping a part for a bit and wearing masks is the price, it's damn well worth it to both of us, okay?" I looked at him squarely.
"Yes sir. Thanks." He got up to go to bed.
"And Sam, you know you can call me Dad if you like?" I said as he turned for the door, smiling.
"Well yes sir. But I call Dad, Dad. And if I call you Doc, well, Jason calls Dad Doc. It's so damn confusing with the Dad's around here, I think I'll just stick to Brock, no disrespect of course," He groused. I laughed out lad.
"Well hell," I said. "You're right. And you're about to be another one answering to Daddy. Brock is good. No worries. Good night, Sam."
"Good night." And he turned, closing my door behind him.
I heard him whistle low for Charlie and my breath caught in my throat. Unlike Chase who had his Dad's heart but his mother's coloring and demeanor, Sam was Luke at 28. That whistle sounded just like his Daddy and damned if I didn't miss my man, sleeping just down the hall. I wanted nothing more than to roll over and tell him what had just happened, but I knew I could wait until morning. If the weather reports held true, the late fall heat wave would allow us to host our few dinner guests on the deck, family groups spaced apart. I couldn't let the holiday be ruined by the risk that I might bring to Luke's family, so I could do this for another day or two. I snuggled back down into the mattress and covers that weren't my own, missing my guy. But then I remembered I would most likely awake to the smell of roast turkey and his lavish preparations, and then I smiled. Tomorrow we'd be surrounded by family, as much as the quarantine would allow, and we'd be happy together. Hopefully.
Luke: I awoke to the amazing feel of a hot mouth on my cock and I realized that the sun was streaming through the bedroom window and my man was beneath the covers, working my piss-hardened shaft as hard as he could. I moaned, twisting beneath the comforter, and stroked his shaved head.
"Damn, Stud. I could wake up like this every day." I encouraged him.
"Just feed me, Daddy," he muttered beneath the covers. "Your boy has missed his Daddy-juice." He went back at it, sucking the full head and alternately stroking the shaft while his left hand pulled my nuts up and away.
"Oh fuck, B. You're gonna get that morning load if you keep that up," I said, falling back on the pillow and stroking one pec and nip with my left hand. I began to hump into his mouth and I held his head down with my right hand.
He sucked harder, hoovering my cock and stroking fast. I pushed up with my hips and shot into his hungry mouth, huge blasts one after the other, showering him with my saved load. He swallowed and swallowed as I collapsed back onto the pillows.
"Holy Fuck!" I groaned. The covers flew back and a smiling visage greeted me. He crawled up and pressed his lips to mine, sharing the last tastes of my hot cum with me.
"Damn, I needed that." He said, snuggling into me. "I missed you so fucking much."
"Me too," I said, kissing him back hungrily. "You need me to return the favor?"
He raised up on his knees. "I'm so fucking close, just let me jack my load into your mouth," he commanded. I laid there and opened wide as he began to stroke his large, uncut cock above my face, aiming the gaping man-slit right at my tongue. I reached beneath him and fondled his hairy ass, seeking out his tight manhole with my fingers. I ringed it a few times and before I knew it, he was blasting his load into my mouth, on my nose, and across my chin.
"Fuuuck!" he sighed, squeezing his foreskin and the last drops into my eager mouth. I tongued his tip, seeking the last of it, and swallowed it all. He leaned down and used his tongue to shovel the streaks off my face and into my mouth, sharing it with a kiss. We swapped cum and spit, until he broke away and I said, "reality check. Now I gotta piss." I moved to push him away and he said, "I'll come with you."
Semi's straight ahead of us, we both hit the master bathroom and taking aim, two large streams hit the toilet bowl at the same time. He reached a lazy finger into my stream, swiped it, and stuck it in his mouth. "Tastes like turkey," he laughed, as his stream started to dribble.
I kept on for a few more seconds until I reached, squeezed, and shook my cock head, chasing the last drops into the bowl.
"Feel better?" He asked, slapping me on my naked, hairy ass. I flushed.
"Oh yeah." I laughed, walking back to the bed and climbing in. He followed, and wrapped his large, hairy frame around mine. "Goddamn I missed you these last two weeks!"
"I know," I said, pulling him in and luxuriating in the earthy smell of him. "I missed you too. I appreciate all that you did so the kids could be here this week."
"It was worth it," he said. "What time did they get away?"
"I gave them coffee and had them in the car by 5. Sam hopes they'll get to Houston by 7 tonight if Janie can spell him driving a bit. I was so tired, I just crawled back here in the bed and fell dead asleep," I answered.
"Well, it was fuckingtastic to wake up and be able to crawl into bed next to you for a change," he said.
"That was more than just crawling in," I laughed. "It was crawling in and latching on!" I punched him lightly.
"I missed you, Doc." He snuggled in again.
"I missed you too."
"We okay?" He asked.
"Why wouldn't we be okay?" I countered.
"I've been a shit. I work too much. We had to sleep apart for almost two weeks. Do you want me to go on?" he asked.
"No," I said hesitantly. "We're not arguing about it anymore. If anything, may be this time sleeping apart was a good reminder. But it's more than sex, B. I need you and you need me. You're doing important work right now. And then, you sacrificed so that the kids could come. And so, we could have a family dinner yesterday although I know you think it's a bad idea to gather like that."
"Well, I was happy to do it. I couldn't bear anything happening to the kids on my account. I already worry about what I may or may not bring home to you," he said, stroking my chest. "And being able to eat outside was great. I mean, I'll be honest, even with masks and distancing, Joe's grandma is high risk, Janie is high risk. Only time will tell, but just having us Ð immediate family- I think was okay. I am the only risk factor and I think we controlled for that." He said sternly.
I rubbed his head and continued to be amazed by this handsome, brilliant man who shared my bed. Honestly, we'd been in a rough patch, and for half the fall I'd felt like I'd been tiptoeing around his feelings and our marriage, but maybe having most of the kids together yesterday had reminded him of all that we had. He was so damned fucking handsome and sometimes I forgot how attracted I was to him - How hard I had fallen for him the first time.
"How bad is it getting at the hospital?" I asked, desperate to keep it on an even keel and not overwhelm him with talk of my feelings.
"Well, we know cases are rising. That cold snap two weeks ago was sort of a forecast. If people are forced indoors and not following guidelines, that's going to happen. I'm afraid if thousands of folks did what we did Thursday, but without masks or distancing or eating outside, ten days from now could be a hard lesson for all of us." He said soberly.
I pulled him into me harder. "I worry about you, even with all of your precautions," I said.
He leaned up and kissed me. "I know. But we're being careful. AND, I think we're just a few weeks away from vaccines. If all goes well, I could be vaccinated before the end of the year. Then if Trump hasn't fucked it up too much, we can get this going when the new administration comes in."
"Really?" I asked. "You think vaccines are close."
"Definitely," he said. "And then, it won't be fast, but it'll give us some breathing room. Unless we have another spike, and then we're probably fucked until spring."
"Damn," I said, looking out at a long winter with quarantine still going on. I wouldn't worry about that today, Scarlett. I'd enjoy this reunion, this time with my doctor right now. I rubbed his hairy, muscled back and let my hand wander.
"What say we fuck the morning away, Handsome?" I growled.
"I don't have to be back at the hospital until 4. How many loads can you give me by then?" He asked, pressing his mouth to mine and crawling on top of me. I felt my cock chubbing and I reached to grab both of his ass cheeks, pulling his body into mine.
"Let's find out?" I groaned into his mouth.