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Subject: Dude’s Day with Dad: Chapter 11 WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome ook. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far! Reminder: Nifty operates off donations to provide this and other stories. Please consider donating at: fty/ Copyright 2022 Dude’s Day with Dad, Chapter 11: The Gym As we pulled into the driveway at Jonathan’s house and walked toward the front door, we ran into Mr. C just as he was walking out of the house. He was wearing tight gym shorts that showed off his thick legs and a white tank top. I couldn’t help but stare at his arms and chest as he walked toward us with his gym bag. “Hey boys! Heard from the Coach that practice went well,” he said, winking at me as I caught his eye. “Yeah, pops, he sure worked us out hard. I’m beat,” Jonathan replied, grinning and taking the chance to readjust his dick through his shorts as his dad watched. “Where you off to?” “Gonna hit the gym with Zach while your mom’s out,” Mr. C said. The thought of my dad and Mr. C working out was so much hotter now that I knew about them. “Be good, boys,” he said, smiling as he turned to get in his car in the driveway. “You think our dads are gonna fuck at the gym?” Jonathan blurted, only half joking, as we watched Mr. C back out of the driveway. “Who knows, man, but I’d be kinda jealous if they didn’t invite us,” I joked back. “Looks like we have the house to ourselves, but I don’t know if I can shoot another one so soon, bro,” Jonathan said as we walked into the front door. “Nah, that’s cool, man. I’m worn out, myself. I better head out,” I said. After grabbing my bag from Jonathan’s room, I headed out to my car, knowing full well I wasn’t going home. I was going to the gym to spy on my dad and Mr. C. I arrived at the gym about 15 mins after Mr. C would have arrived, and I saw my dad’s car in the lot, so I knew they were both there. As I walked into the gym, I nodded to Scott, the attractive young front desk jock that was an expert in getting both guys and women to sign up for annual memberships. He nodded to me over a married couple and their teenage son who was clearly embarrassed at being at the gym with his parents. I headed to the locker room and changed into a tight fitting gym shirt and short athletic shorts that made my ass look good. I exited the locker room and scanned the floor for my dad and Mr. C, hoping I’d see them before I was spotted. I soon saw them in the main free weights area where all the meatheads work out. I found a treadmill that gave me a pretty good view of them from afar. Despite being worn out from earlier, I was able to maintain a jogging pace on the treadmill as I watched them. They were at the bench press, taking turns spotting each other as they progressively added plates to the bar. They took their time between sets, chatting and joking with each other. It was interesting to watch them uncensored in their element. I realized that Jonathan and I are basically a younger version of them. A couple times I caught them checking out a hot jock walking in front of them and then grinning at each other. And I almost chubbed up on the treadmill when my dad smacked Mr. C on the ass as they were swapping spots on the bench. After about five minutes, I noticed a guy walk up and start talking to my dad. I quickly realized it was Bryson. He was solo and without his usual jock posse. My dad introduced him to Mr. C, and the three continued chatting. It looked like Bryson was commenting on my dad’s chest, b/c my dad looked down at his body and then back up puffing up his chest and pulling down his tank top to show off, grinning, as Bryson pumped his fist against dad’s chest a couple times. All three were smiling at each other, so it looked like a lot of flirting. Bryson was soon showing off his triceps, with Mr. C grabbing one as he complimented Bryson. All three soon pulled out their phones, apparently to swap numbers. Bryson then walked away, looking back over his shoulder to smile back at the dads. After he left, my dad started telling something that got Mr. C very interested by the look on his face. I hoped it was about me and Bryson that night in Jonathan’s room. Seeing these two dads flirting with a hot college stud made me them even hotter to me. As I looked down from spying on my dad and Mr. C, I noticed a hot older guy with a nice ass on the treadmill right in front of me. He was doing some sprints and drenched in sweat, which showed off his muscular back, ass and legs. As he slowed down his pace and eventually stopped, he turned to step off the treadmill. As he wiped sweat from his face, I realized it was the father from the family at the reception desk as I was walking in. I hadn’t noticed the body on this guy as I passed him earlier. He must be about 50, salt and pepper black hair and stubble, very masculine (probably straight), and clearly spent quite a bit of time in the gym. He stopped at the water fountain to refill his water bottle and then headed to the locker room. His wife and son weren’t with him. Curious, I decided to follow him into the locker room. He headed directly to one of the urinals in the bathroom area. The urinals didn’t have dividers between them, so I walked up to the one right next to him despite the remaining five being unoccupied. As I pulled my shorts down and whipped out my dick, I took a quick look at the dad’s cock, and it was impressive, probably 7 inches soft and cut. He looked over at me as I was checking him out. “Oh, hey, man. Think I saw you getting the hard sell from Scott at the front desk as I was walking in. Did he get you to sign up for a two year membership, or did he get you for three?” I said, joking and making eye contact. The guy had piercing green eyes and was sexy as fuck. He smiled, chuckling as he continued to piss, “Nah, I managed to at least fend him off and let us try it out for a day. My wife is getting a free pilates session upstairs from a 20-year old jock, and my son is getting a free training session from an attractive blond, so this Scott must know how to close the deal.” “Ha, yeah, he’s the gym’s secret weapon. He’s the one that got my dad and me to sign up, so best not to resist,” I joked, sneaking another view of his monster cock as he continued şişli travesti with a thick stream of piss. I swore I saw him quickly glance down at mine, as I struggled to continue pissing so I could keep talking to him. “So what did you get out of it?” “They offered a training session, but I have my own routine, so I’m all good.” He was shaking out the last drops and starting to put his dick back in his shorts. I started doing the same. “Ah, gotcha, man. I was behind you when you were on the treadmill and you were a beast, so I doubt any of the trainers got anything on you,” I said, complimenting him. He smiled. “Well, let me know if you need help finding anything. This gym can be a bit of a maze sometimes. I’m Brandon by the way.” I held out my right hand, but then pulled it back as we both realized it had been holding my dick, so I quickly put my left out out and was met with a firm masculine hand. “Nice to meet you, Brandon. I’m Jeff. I was actually looking for a not-so-crowded place I can do some body weight high intensity exercises.” I smiled. “I was actually about to go do some burpees in one of the open spaces upstairs. I can show you.” I slapped him on the back as we headed out the locker room together. I couldn’t help checking out his ass as he climbed the stairs in front of me. His legs were smooth, unusual for a straight married dad, which showed off his muscular legs and calves. As we got to the top floor, I showed Jeff to the large open space that is near some empty offices. “This area is unknown to most people, so I come up here when I need to get in the zone without any distractions. Just don’t go telling everyone about it….So, you need some competition?” I joked. “I’m not sure you could keep up.” He responded, smiling. “What sport do you play, lacrosse?” He asked, sizing me up. “Crew. But I think you’ll find I can hold my own, especially with old guys like you,” I continued to joke. “Haha, alright, kid. Let’s see. I was a rugby player back in my day.” That explained his physique. He then laid out the workout, a series of burpees, lunges, squat jumps, pushups and jackknife sit ups, with little rest in between. At first, I was able to keep up with him, but I was soon drenched in sweat and my heart rate racing as he kept on going. I had to take a couple extra breaks to catch my breath. I could tell Jeff was pleased he was beating me. As we took a break after the first set, Jeff took the opportunity to point out his superiority. “Well, kid, good try, but looks like the old man beat you.” “I’m impressed, sir,” I replied, admiring his sweat drenched body as he was bent over, hands on knees, catching his breath. “Round 2, winner takes all?” I joked, as I stripped off my sweaty shirt. I caught Jeff gazing at my sweaty bare chest before he followed suit and pulled his shirt off, revealing an amazing, smooth muscular chest with big nipples and an 8-pack abs. He also caught me gawking at him. It surprised me to see that both of his nipples were pierced. I stepped closer to him and reached out and flicked one of his piercings. “Those look nice, but didn’t it hurt like fuck when you got them?” I asked, as I remained about 12 inches away from him. I could smell the sweat and manly musk pulsating off of him. “I’ve had em for a while. I was drunk when I got em, but they bled like shit for days. But they feel amazing when someone’s working on my nips during sex.” Already talking to me about sex….good sign. Just then, my dad and Mr. C appeared. “Brandon! I didn’t even know you were here,” my dad belted out loudly, grinning as he saw me chatting up Jeff. “Oh, hey, dad,” I replied. Upon hearing me say “dad”, Jeff stepped back nervously, obviously realizing what it looked like with him standing shirtless a couple inches from a guy’s teenage son. “Dad, Mr. C, this is Jeff. He’s trying out the gym to see if he and his family want to join.” My dad smiled and turned to Jeff, checking out his half naked body and nodding in approval. “Hey, Jeff. I’m Zach. So, did Scott assign Brandon to you to close the deal?” my dad joked, as he slapped me on the ass. “This is my buddy Chase, but the kid calls him Mr. C.” Chase gave Jeff a firm handshake and winked at me after he had checked Jeff out. Jeff seemed to be a bit more at ease after realizing these guys weren’t going to kick his ass for being near me. “Nice to meet you gents. This gym is turning out to be better than I expected,” Jeff said slyly. “I was about to get to round two of demolishing your son if you guys want to join in. Dads versus lad?” “Fuck yeah, we’re in. Why don’t we move into the studio,” Mr. C suggested, nodding over to an empty big studio with wood floors and floor to ceiling mirrors on three of the walls. As we got in, I noticed Mr. C locking the door behind him. My dad and Mr. C quickly shed their shirts as Jeff explained the set. As we started the set, I was able to keep up with Jeff at the beginning, but fell behind with each additional exercise. Mr. C, however, kept up and even pulled ahead of Jeff a few times, before they eventually finished in a relative tie. I intentionally let my dad beat me so I’d come in last. All three men were dripping sweat, and as they were breathing huge gulps of air, their torsos flexed, showing off their thick sexy abs. “Well, son, looks like the men are the victors,” my dad said, his sweaty arm wrapping around my shoulder and patting me on the chest. I loved the feel of his masculine arms on me, getting his sweat and scent all over me. “Maybe one more go, see if I can inch up the rankings of you three studs?” I prodded. They accepted. Once again, Mr. C held his own with Jeff, each of them liking the challenge that the other brought, with my dad and me bringing up the rear. Mr. C and Jeff collapsed on the floor, heaving and exhausted. Seconds later, my dad did the same, but grabbed his left quad in pain as he hit the ground. “Dad! You ok?!” I said as I jogged over to him and dropped down on one knee next to him. “Yeah, son, just got a strain right as I was finishing. Just need to get the kink out.” I placed both my hands on the hairy thigh that he had been holding and started rubbing his thick tight muscles. He leaned back, starting to enjoy the massage. “How’s that, dad, feel good?” “Yeah, son, that’s amazing,” my dad responded while starting to moan. I started slowing moving higher on my dad’s thigh, still taking my time to get my hands deep in his beylikdüzü travesti quads, making sure to cover his inner thigh as well. Soon, my fingers started going under the bottom of his shorts, before reappearing as I continued with the circular motion of my hands. “Did you strain it any higher, dad?” “Yeah, son, let me show you,” he replied as he thrust his waist up so that he could pull his shorts down, revealing my red jock straining against his monster cock and balls. I proceeded to massage higher up toward his thigh, the edge of my left hand starting to brush against the pouch of the jock. I could tell he was starting to get hard. I looked over at Jeff who was watching intently, not believing what was happening, but clearly intrigued. I was now firmly focused on his inner thigh and groin area, as my dad reached down and pulled the pouch of the jock up, freeing his dick and balls. “Why don’t you work on that next, boy,” he commanded in his deep dad voice. “Yes, sir,” I said as I lowered my head and inhaled the scent of my dad’s sweaty crotch. I started by tonguing his sweat ball sack, licking the beads of sweat from it as I massaged his firm balls with my tongue. “Holy fuck, he’s doing that to his dad?” I heard Jeff whisper to Mr. C. I loved having the audience, so I proceeded to move up to the base of my dad’s cock and slowly kiss and tongue my way to the tip, his dick hardening more with each heartbeat. I looked up and made eye contact with my dad, as I took his throbbing head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I tasted his precum. His eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly. “Atta boy, I love that mouth on my daddy dick, son!” Loving his encouragement, I slowly slid his cock completely into my mouth and to the back of my throat, causing him to moan even louder. “Let’s go take a closer look,” I heard Mr. C say to Jeff. “My, uh, my wife is downstairs, I…uh…” Jeff mumbled, not able to take his eyes off of me with my dad’s cock filling my mouth. “Brandon, why don’t you give Jeff his prize for kicking your ass in the circuit three times?” Mr. C motioned for me to sit up. “Yes, sir.” I sat up as Mr. C guided a somewhat hesitate Jeff over to stand right above me. I looked up at him and met those sexy green eyes, and could immediately tell he wanted me. I reached up and flicked both of his nipples, causing him to moan and shiver. My hands slowly slid down his ripped sweaty body until I hooked my fingers in his shorts and slowly pulled them down. His shorts had a built in compression liner, so as soon as I pulled them down past his dick, his massive hard cock flung up and slapped against his stomach. “Oh, damn, daddy. That dick is so hot. Can your boy taste it?” I said in a quasi-little boy’s voice, licking my lips. My dad and Mr. C were also enjoying the show. Jeff, still locking eyes with me, grinned and responded, “You’ve been wanting that daddy cock, haven’t you, boy? Open that mouth,” he commanded. I complied, and he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pointed his massive dick down with the other, guiding the head into my mouth. He paused only to let me massage the underside of his tip with my tongue and squeeze some precum out of his tip. He then pulled my head into his dick firmly, not giving me much time to ease his cock into my throat. I gagged slightly, causing him to scold me, “Don’t disappoint me, boy. You can take that dick.” I soon had his full dick in me, my nose firmly pressed up against his abs, as I could feel him pulsating down my throat. He then pulled my head back slowly before ramming his cock back into my throat, groaning deeply. Mr. C pulled his shorts and jock down, standing right next to Jeff for a birds’ eye view, his arm over Jeff’s shoulder as he started to play with his pierced nipples. “Use that boy’s face, bro. He can take it!” Mr. C encouraged Jeff. Feeling more free, Jeff picked up the pace even more, both of his hands now planted on the side of my face, fucking it like his wife’s pussy. He was rougher than my dad and Mr. C had been, but I was liking how he took total control of me. I was so wrapped up in pleasing Jeff, that I didn’t realize my dad had gotten behind me and had planted his face in my sweaty ass, starting to tongue my hole. As my dad’s tongue flicked my hole and started to press deeper inside me, I moaned loudly, which caused Jeff to throb even more as he continued to face fuck me. Despite the speed that he was pounding my face, I could feel every each of his cock as it slid over my tongue and into my open throat. I was starting to get the strong taste of cum, making it even hotter. After a few minutes, Jeff pulled out. As I looked up at him, admiring his sexy jock body and cock, he instructed me to stand up. I complied, taking the opportunity to grab Mr. C’s hard cock so he wouldn’t feel left out. Jeff stepped close to me and started exploring my body, his hands on my chest and abs, moving down to my waist and behind to my ass, which he squeezed firmly. “You like, daddy?” I asked. “Very much, son,” he replied, as he grabbed my hands and placed them on his chest. He then leaned forward and kissed me sensually on the lips. His lips were full but soft, and his tongue met mine as we swapped saliva. My dad was now standing behind me, his hands also exploring my body from behind, as he pressed his firm cock against my teenage ass. Mr. C leaned in to join the sensual kiss, our three tongues flicking each other as our lips met, getting all of us even more horned up. Our three cocks also met, with Mr. C’s hand pulling all of them together as they rubbed against each other. Jeff then surprised me, as he turned around so his back was to me, and he started grinding his muscular ass against my dick. He pulled my arms around to continue feeling up his chest and playing with his nipples as his firm ass rubbed up against me. I would have totally pegged this dude for a top after the way he just forcefully face fucked me. As I realized what was happening, I looked over to Mr. C, who was coming to the same conclusion. He grinned and mouthed the words, “Fuck yeah, get it.” I dropped to my knees and buried my face in Jeff’s jock ass, spreading his cheeks with my hands, causing him to moan loudly as my tongue made first contact with his hole. After he pulled away briefly, he firmly pushed back into my tongue, his ass opening slightly to let me go deeper and taste inside him. He was turning into an animal the istanbul travesti more I tongued his hole. Soon, my dad interrupted, “Buddy, my boy can fuck, and I can tell you want it, so have at it.” Jeff nodded and dropped to his hands and knees, his ass up in front of me. At this point, I looked up and realized the view I had in the mirror. Seeing this dad stud on all fours in front of me, with these two other dad studs naked too almost made me cum. Wanting to impress my dad and Mr. C, I grabbed Jeff’s waist and pulled him back so his ass pressed against the tip of my cock. I dripped some spit from my mouth to land right on the tip of my dick to give some additional lube as I pressed into Jeff’s tight ass. As soon as his ass opened up, I pressed all the way in, loving the feel of his warm ass wrapped around my cock, and watching his face react in the mirror. I gave him a few seconds to get used to my thick dick inside him before I started to pull out and thrust back in. It was so hot looking down at my cock sliding in and out of his muscle dad ass, hearing him moan in pleasure. As I continued to fuck him, I felt my dad slide up behind me and press his cock against my ass. He whispered in my ear, “I want to be inside you,” the hot breath against my ear and neck causing me to get even harder. I paused fucking Jeff to let my dad spit on his hand and lube up his dick to slowly slide into me from behind. As he was pushing into me, he wrapped his arm firmly around my chest and kissed my neck, whispering, “I want you so bad, son.” As my ass opened up for my dad and he was able to start pushing in and out, I reinserted my cock into Jeff’s willing ass. The sensation of fucking Jeff while my dad’s dick slid in and out of my ass almost caused me to explode. But I didn’t want this to end, so I focused hard on not shooting. Watching the three of us interlocked in the mirror was hotter than any porno I’d ever seen. Mr. C did not want to be left out, so he moved to stand directly above Jeff so that his cock was in my face as I thrust in and out with Jeff and my dad. “Suck my dick boy,” he commanded. I did not hesitate to take his beautiful dick into my mouth. Being so sexually connected with each of these three studs, I was in heaven. My mind raced to focus on each of the sensations, my dick in Jeff’s ass, my dad’s in my, Mr. C’s cock in my mouth, each of them amazing. As I thrust faster into Jeff’s ass, this automatically caused my dad’s dick to fuck me just as fast. I was building up to an amazing cumload when I heard my dad start breathing heavily right before I felt him explode into my ass. I could feel each glob of cum pulsing into me, as he yelled out loudly, with a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush. I continued to milk his dick in my ass, but as his throbbing cock hit my prostate, I immediately started shooting into Jeff’s ass, me now the one yelling a string of “oh fuuuuuucks.” This caused a chain reaction, as Jeff started cumming onto the studio floor without him even touching his cock. I looked down and was impressed at the size of the cum puddle below him. Watching all of this from above, Mr. C pulled his cock out of my mouth and jacked it, directing his first stream of cum right into my open mouth, with about five more shots to follow, as I swallowed every drop. Having Mr. C’s cum in my mouth, my dad’s dick in my ass, and me buried in Jeff’s ass, I didn’t want to move. Jeff finally lunged forward, pulling off my dick, and my dad did the same. “Son, you gonna leave that cum there? Lick that up,” my dad instructed me, nodding to the puddle that Jeff had left on the floor. I complied, licking up the whole load slowly with my tongue, with Jeff watching in amazement and starting to get hard again. “So, Jeff, buddy, you gonna join the gym now or what?” Mr. C joked. “I’m pretty sure I’d sign up for 10 years right now,” Jeff laughed. “Nice, bro. But if you wanna act like you’re holding out, Scott will fuck you, and your wife, to seal a deal,” my dad added. “Fuck. Who knew this place was so fun.” “You got kids, buddy?” Mr. C asked Jeff. “Yeah, two sons, one 15, he’s downstairs, and the other is 18, out with his friends after swim practice,” he replied. Mr. C and my dad made eye contact and smiled. “Ah, close to our boys’ ages. We should introduce all of them.” “Yeah, that’d be great. We just moved here, so they don’t have many other friends yet. Speaking of which, I better go check on my wife and Bo. I’m pretty sure my wife is fucking that pilates trainer.” Jeff got up and pulled his jock and shorts on. He paused before leaving. “Damn, guys, I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve always dreamed about it, but thought it was just in pornos. Fuck.” He turned, shaking his head in disbelief and headed out the door. “Proud of you son. Going after that alpha male and then ending up fucking him. Well done.” My dad said, slapping me on the back as the three of us got dressed. I smiled, glad to have impressed my dad. “Let’s go shower off and hit the steam room,” Mr. C proclaimed messing up my hair and slapping me on the ass as he walked by me to the door. In the locker room, I walked confidently, naked with my dad and Mr. C to the showers and the steam room. I was loving hanging out with these two masculine studs after just having some hot man sex. In the steam room, when there weren’t any other guys, Mr. C and my dad both put their arm around me as I saw between them, my hand resting on each of their thighs. I was on cloud 9 continuing to hand naked with these jocks. As we were walking back to our lockers naked, towels over our shoulders so our cocks were out swinging, we ran into Jeff and his son. “Oh, hey, guys. This is my son, Bo. Bo, this is Zach, Chase and Brandon. We met working out earlier. Brandon is between your and TJ’s age, so we thought we’d all hang out sometime.” Bo was silent, gazing at the three naked guys standing in front of him. Jeff tussled his hair. “Bo’s a little shy at first, especially when there are three intimidating cocks swinging in front of him, haha,” he joked. “We’re gonna go rinse off. Nice to run into you guys. Talk to you later.” Jeff and Bo then walked off to the showers, as my dad, Mr. C and I all looked at each other thinking the same thing. After we dried off and got dressed, we walked out through the reception. Mr. C walked over to Scott and joked, “Hey, buddy, that guy, Jeff and his family. I’m not sure they’re fully convinced yet, so you may need to move on to the Plan B hard sell if you know what I mean,” winking. Scott grinned and gave Mr. C the thumbs up as we walked out, laughing. “Bye, Mr. C! See you at home, dad!” I yelled as we all went to our separate cars. To be continued…..