Midnight at the Pump & Grind

Simon pulled into the parking lot of the Mount Two Timbers Motel. He had been driving for nearly three days nonstop and was set to arrive nearly half a day early. He was so excited to get into town and meet up with his dad.

“We have you scheduled for an early check-in tomorrow,” the clerk told him.

“Do you have anything I can check into today? I wasn’t planning on arriving so early and I could really use a shower,” Simon pleaded.

The adorable twink typed away at the keypad and twisted his lips back and forth.

“I’m very sorry, Sir, we are completely full. However, if you want to store your bags behind the front desk, I can take your phone number and call you as soon as we have a room made up. As for a shower, there is a 24-hour gym across the street. I can provide a voucher from the hotel so that you can use their shower. We get a lot of truckers in this same situation.”

“I’m not a trucker,” Simon said.

Simon took the voucher and handed his suitcase over the counter to the boy.

“Oh, uh… Here, take this voucher too. It’s good for two meals at the Cherry Pit Diner next door, they are also open all night.”

Simon took a pink certificate that said “Happy Anniversary” across the top. He stuffed the ticket into his pocket with the first and thanked the kid. He left his car in the parking lot and found his way across the street to the Pump & Grind Fitness Club.

The attendant gave him a locker key and a towel and he entered the men’s locker room. It appeared as if he was the only person here. He checked his watch and saw that it was just after midnight.

The smell of chlorine was strong. He stripped off the shirt he’d been wearing for two days, it was stained in the armpits and ripe from his smell. He sniffed it before throwing it into the locker with his shorts and boxers.

He examined himself in the mirror, rubbing the three-day brown stubble on his beard that highlighted his perfect mustache. He’d always loved how hairy his chest and arms were, the little trail that ran from the center of his chest down his belly and connecting directly to his cock. He flexed in the mirror watching the tattoos on his biceps bounce up and down. He wasn’t obsessed with the gym, his belly told a story of minimum cardio, but he did make sure he was there at least five times a week. He was proud of the work he’d done and liked to see the veins pop out when he flexed.

The towel around his waist began to bulge and slip and he dopped his arm to grab at it; Simon had not jacked off in over a week. He looked around the locker room and, when he was sure he was alone, he let his erection slip out from the break in the towel.

His cock was perfectly horizontal when erect, veiny like his arms, and a large smooth head. It was a good six inches and not too thick, but what he really prized were his large dangling balls. They were always quick to fill with enough semen to go two or three rounds in one go. He loved stuffing both hairy balls in a willing guys mouth and letting him suck.

The door to the pool creaked open and Simon stuffed his erection back into his towel as he saw a man in the corner of his eye stripping off his swim trunks, hang them on a hook outside a door marked ‘sauna.’ Simon turned in time to get a glimpse of the man giving Simon a little nod before the door closed.

The man was a tall beefy bear of a guy with wavy hair and a thick beard. He would’ve made a good Brawny man, if the Brawny man put on a few extra dozen pounds.

Simon went into the sauna and sat next to the man. The stranger was reclined on the top step with his eyes closed. He was older than Simon had first realized, gray highlighting portions of his beard and temples. His hairy belly protruded over the towel still wrapped around his waist. Sweat dripped down his brow and off his nose. The man’s hair curled around his dark nipples.

Simon could not control his erection and he found himself, discreetly as possible, rubbing it through his towel. He’d never really done anything in public and he was starting to wonder if he’d imagined or misinterpreted the nod.

Then the man opened his towel and spread his legs wide, letting his thick, dark, and uncut cock bounce over a beautiful set of dangling balls as he rocked his legs slightly back and forth. Simon caught himself drooling over the beautiful member as the older man opened his eyes and gave him a sidelong look.

Simon eagerly got himself on his knees on the lower step as the man gripped the sides of his head and pushed him down on the semi-hard cock. It filled Simon’s mouth, the tip of the foreskin dangling down his throat. He tried to swallow and felt it tug at the cock. Simon rolled his tongue over the limp cock. He inhaled the musky pool flavor of his bush.

Simon started to pull back so that he could start sucking up and down to get him hard, but the man held his head in place.

“Shhh, you don’t need to move, just hold it there and look up into my eyes.”

Simon did as he was told, feeling the foreskin begin to stretch. A large mushroom of a head glided over Simon’s touch pushing into his throat and stretching it out. Simon kept eye contact with the man and gently rolled his tongue back and forth.

“That’s right, I’m inside you aren’t I?”

“Mmmhumff,” Simon said.

The guy’s cock pushed harder and harder and he began to very gently rock back and forth into Simon’s mouth.

“Suck on it, boy. Milk daddy.”

Simon sucked while his hands gripped the trucker’s muscular things. The thighs that started to grip tighter and tighter around Simon’s waist and ribs. The trucker twisted at his right nipple and pushed harder on Simon’s head, letting out a torrent of cum. Simon clutched at the man’s balls and tugged as they shot burst after burst.

“Good boy,” the man said.

“I’m usually a top,” Simon said between gulps.

“Oh, yeah? Prove it.”

The man leaned over on the bench and held his legs open to reveal a forest of hair centering in on a tight pink butthole. It glistened with sweat.

Simon ran his thumb over it began to loosen it up; circling, pressing, stretching. He moved to his pointer finger then added his middle finger. Precum dripped off the tip of his cock in a tiny tightrope connecting the tip of his cock to the center of the anus.

He pushed through the hair and into the man’s hole. The man groaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He rocked back and forth with every thrust Simon pushed into him. Simon pushed in and held, finding the man’s prostate he began to wriggle until he found just the right vibration to drop the man’s already husky voiced moans into a deeper tone.

Then Simon up and down, pushing hard on the prostate, in and out, up and down. His balls began to give a cushioned thud in rhythm to the man’s moans when Simon’s week long abstinence pushed him to the brink and he began to thrust fast , pump, pump, pump. He filled the man’s colon until it gushed out the side of his shaft.

“Nice, man,” the older man said.

“Yeah, I really needed that,” Simon said.

“I could go a second round if you aren’t in a rush,” the older man said.

“Uh, yeah, I could kill some time.”

“Let’s get in the pool.”

“Oh, I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Simon looked down at his still hard cock.

The older man chuckled.

“It’s after one in the morning at a men’s only fitness joint on the outskirts of the city limits. I don’t think I have ever seen a man come to this pool wearing a swimsuit. Oh, and call me Ted. It’s getting hot in here.”

Simon followed Ted out the sauna door in a blast of heat and they entered into the public area where the pool was located.

Ted entered from the stairs, his hairy bubble butt entering the water slowly as he took a low crouching dive into the pool. He let himself float gently to the deep end and clutched the rim of the pool. He let himself float legs splayed.

Simon followed suit, but rather than clutching at the pool’s rim, he floated into Ted’s as spread his cheeks. He pushed his tongue through the hair and into the soft smooth inside of Ted’s anus. H dug his tongue into the man’s hole, tasting his own spunk.

Ted blew bubbles as he pooled into the pool water.

Simon felt Ted push back into his face as he flipped around and kissed Simon. Their lips locking completely and their tongues touching at the tip, venturing slowly inside until they were wrapped one of the other. Their teeth clinked as they floated into shallower water. Ted flipped Simon around and pushed him up against the edge of the pool.

“I can’t hold off any longer, boy, I hope you are ready.”

Ted didn’t wait for an answer before he was pushing inside Simon. His thick cock head popping inside with the ease from his first load. Ted ran his hands up Simon’s sides and over his chest, twisting his nipples with just the right pressure.

Ted thrust in and out, throbbing with ease pump, before he pushed hard and held Simon tight to his belly. Simon could feel the gush of fresh sperm flooding his guts.

They broke off from their embrace and floated around the pool for a few minutes. Sneaking glances at each other.

“I like your body hair,” said Simon.

“You have huge tits,” Ted said in unison.

They both laughed.

“So, I kind of just came in here to shower and then I was going to get something to eat. Interested in some late-night dinner?”

“Sounds good to me. I’m not sure I’m ready for bed myself.”

They swam over to the shallow end and pushed themselves out of the water and into the locker room. Ted picked up Simon’s arm and inhaled.

“Phew, you are kind of ripe, aren’t you.”

Simon tugged his arm down.

“I like it,” Ted finished.

Simon got into one of the small shower spaced and Ted squeezed in with him. Simon started the shower. Ted lathered up some soap and started to scrub Simon’s sides, his back, his shoulders. He leaned in, pressing his belly against Simon, and bit at his ear. He dropped his arms and scrubbed at Simon’s butt checks, squeezing and patting at them. He got down on his knees and pushed Simon against the wall of the shower.

“Fair is fair, right?”

Ted pushed his face into Simon’s ass, letting the water run down over his face as he rubbed his tongue lengthwise up the pink hole. He nibbled on the sides of his ass cheeks with his molars as he pushed his tongue up and down on the hole.

Ted stood up and pushed himself against Simon. He wrapped an arm around his throat and cupped at his mouth. Simon could feel Ted growing larger. His precum getting slippery against his hole.

“Daddy needs to go again. You think you can take it?”

Simon nodded his head and whimpered.

“Good boy,” Ted said as he pushed inside.

One hand remained cupped against Simon’s mouth as Ted encouraged his good boy. Ted let his other hand drop and grip at Simon’s erection.

“What is this? You’re getting hard again? This is my time, son. Better get that soft for daddy. This is my time.”

It took all Simon’s concentration to attempt to get his cock to droop, but the more Ted wanted it the harder it made Simon.

Ted grunted as he fucked a second load into Simon.

When Ted was done grunting, Simon flipped him around pushed a load into Ted’s ass.

They finished their shower and got dressed.

“It always takes a while to shake off that chlorine smell,” Ted sniffed at his arm.

“I have a voucher for dinner for two at that diner. Want to join?” Simon asked.

“Sure, I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight anyway.”

They got a booth in a room with a giant moose in it and they each ordered a patty melt with a side of cherry pie.

“Extra cream on mine,” Simon said as the waitress exited.

Ted gave Simon a cheeky grin. Simon couldn’t keep his eyes of the man’s smile or his jaw line or the thick sinew of his tanned neck. He shook his head and focused.

“So, Ted, you’ve mentioned it a couple times tonight. You can’t sleep. What’s keeping you up?”

“Oh, yeah. Bit emotional tonight, had a lot on my mind, and figured I could blow off some steam at the gym. Tire myself out, and I mean you did tire me out, in the very best way, but I’ve still got a lot on my mind. You see, I just found out that I have a son. I didn’t know I had any family at all and suddenly I have a son I didn’t know about. I’m so excited to meet him, but I don’t know anything about being a dad. Granted, he’s in his late thirties. It’s not like he’s looking for a role model or anything, but I just want to make sure I do it right.”

“Is Ted short for Edward,” Simon asked.

“It is, oh, that reminds me. I never asked your name.”

"Hey, uh, dad. It’s Simon.

THE END