Things I Like

“Hey, dad,” I answered.

“Hey, sport,” dad replied. “How was your last final?”

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought,” I said optimistically. “I think I did pretty well.”

“Glad to hear it, Taylor,” dad said in a chipper tone. “You really finished your freshman year off strong.”

Dad went on to inform me that he needed me to work in the warehouse of his company this summer. The owner of a very successful company, dad explained they were going through growing pains and desperately needed help in the warehouse.

“I’ll pay you well, Taylor,” dad explained, “but I really need the help. I promise, this will be the only summer I need you to come back.”

I pulled into my parent’s driveway two days later and settled in for the weekend before starting in the warehouse that Monday. It felt weird being back after my first year of freedom. I knew my mom was going to be over my every move when I was at home. I’m an only child and to say my mom was doting was an understatement.

Monday rolled around and I pulled into the warehouse parking lot. I headed inside to look for Zack, the warehouse foreman who had worked for my dad since the beginning. A handsome guy, Zack had never married and seemed devoted to dad and the company.

“Well look at the college boy all grown up,” I heard Zack say behind me.

I turned to see Zack standing there with his shirt off and his usual shit-eating grin. Damn, I ‘d forgotten just how sexy the man was.

“Hey, Zack,” I smiled and shook his hand. “I haven’t seen you since my high school graduation party.”

“You look like you’ve put on the freshman fifteen of pure muscle,” Zack said looking me over. “Those rich frat brothers of yours training you?”

“Yeah, our frat is known for being the jock frat, so I had just started tagging along to the gym,” I replied.

I gave Zack’s bare upper body a good look as he looked back at me.

“Looks like you’re keeping fit yourself,” I said continuing to admire his body openly. “You always walk around the warehouse shirtless?”

“Yeah, but only when most of the guys are gone,” he admitted. “We require shirts during the guy’s shifts. It’s just always so hot in here, so I like being shirtless when I can.”

“I see,” I smiled.

“So why don’t we head to my office and we can fill out your paperwork and do your physical really quick,” Zack said turning his back and heading toward the offices on the outer wall. “Follow me.”

“Physical?” I asked. “My dad didn’t mention a physical.”

“Warehouse policy,” Zack said over his shoulder. “It’s just me checking to make sure you don’t have any injuries.”

I watched Zack’s butt in his cargo shorts as he moved. I worried that I would probably pop a boner while he was checking me out. Nudity doesn’t bother me after a year of being naked around my pledge brothers and frat brothers. There was no privacy in our showers or in the house in general. Guys were in and out of each other’s rooms with everything on display, and while I lived in the dorms, I spent a lot of nights at the house sharing a brother’s bed after a night of drinking.

“Go ahead and get down to your underwear,” Zack said throwing a clipboard on his desk and shutting and locking us in his windowless office.

I pulled off my t-shirt and placed it over one of the chairs in front of Zack’s desk. Next, I kicked off my running shoes and pulled off my socks as Zack took a seat at his desk and watched me.

“Your dad didn’t tell you that you need steal-toed boots?” Zack asked.

“No, he must’ve forgotten,” I said as I put my hands on the waist of my athletic shorts and pulled them down.

“Good man,” Zack said as I added my shorts to the pile on his desk and looked at him confused.

“The jock,” he said pointing at my bulge as I stood in just my jockstrap in front of him. “We all wear them around here,” Zack explained. “Helps keep air moving through your shorts.”

“Gotcha,” I smiled. “That’s the one thing dad did tell me. I had to run and get a whole bunch yesterday.”

“Figures he’d remember that,” Zack said to himself with a chuckle.

I looked at him waiting for an explanation that he didn’t give.

“OK,” Zack said standing, “let’s have you get on the table and I can start the physical,” he said patting a long wooden table against the wall the was empty except for a box of plastic gloves and a small cardboard box filled with other crap.

I sat on the wooden table in my jockstrap and waited for him to start the physical as he pulled out a stethoscope from somewhere and began listening to my heart. The cold instrument moved around my chest with each listen as he looked down at my chest and occasionally made eye contact as he listened.

“So are you a doctor or something?” I asked knowing he wasn’t.

“No,” Zack laughed. “I just got some training and certifications in order to do this for your dad so we wouldn’t have to hire a nurse.”

He removed the stethoscope from his ears and put his hand on my bare shoulder. Zack was still shirtless, so I looked at his chest and then up into his eyes.

He asked me a bunch of questions about past medical conditions, drinking, smoking, drug use, etc.

“And what about sex?” Zack asked again making eye contact. “How often do you have sexual intercourse and how often do you … take care of yourself?”

“Um …” I thought for a minute before Zack spoke.

“It stays in this room,” Zack said softly. “I won’t tell your dad.”

Relieved, I thought again honestly.

“I probably have sex 4 to 5 times a week and jack off a few times in between,” I admitted.

“Damn, good for you,” Zack smiled before patting my shoulder a few times. “I should e gone to college,” he joked.

I smiled and felt myself getting red from embarrassment.

“So are you sleeping with women, men or both?” He asked as the question nearly took my breath away.

“Oh,” I responded. “Seriously?” I asked looking in his eyes.

“Again, this stays between us,” Zack reminded me.

“Uh, well, it’s … all guys,” I sheepishly told my new boss.

“I see,” Zack said as I noticed the corner of his lips break into the slightest grin. “Well, I appreciate the honesty, and I do need to stress the importance of being safe and getting tested,” he said in a serious tone.

“Of course,” I said. “I get tested regularly and I’m on prep.”

Zack couldn’t hide his smile this time as I waited for a response to let me know what he was smiling about.

“Does that mean that you’re having unprotected sex?” He asked.

I felt like scum as I thought of how to answer his serious question.

“Yes, it’s what most of the guys prefer, but we’re all on prep,” I answered hoping for his approval in this very personal conversation.

“I get it,” Zack said before leaning in and whispering, “I prefer raw sex myself, but just make sure you’re taking precautions,” he said before giving me a wink.

Was Zack admitting to me that he also has sex with men? Does he mean he fucks chicks without a condom? My mind was spinning at the thought of Zack pounding some sweaty warehouse worker. Then I began to think of Zack pushed over his desk in just his jockstrap as a big muscle jock fucked him hard for a raise.

All these thoughts quickly made my bulge get bigger as blood rushed to my cock.

“Fuck,” I thought to myself. “This is what I didn’t want.”

“OK, let’s have you stand and take off your jock,” he said as fear sent hot waves of heat through my body.

I stood without speaking and put my hands on the waistband of my jockstrap as I looked at my now obvious bulge. I pulled the jockstrap down my legs as my hard cock flopped out and my full balls moved from side to side. I picked up my jock and held it before Zack took it from my hands and held it.

“Nothing to complain about in the equipment department,” Zack said with his sly grin again. “I bet you’re a popular guy.”

“I can’t complain,” I said smiling back as my confidence returned slightly from his comment.

Zack’s right hand cupped my low-hanging full balls as the tip of my cut, erect cock moved across his forearm. A small smear of precum sat on his skin as he continued to move my balls around in his hand.

“You a big precummer?” He asked locking eyes.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I shoot really big loads.”

Zack smiled and let go of my balls. He took a step back and gestured for me to turn around. I did and I felt his hand on my back as he lightly pushed me forward. The awkward silence filled the room before I felt Zack’s hand on my bare ass cheek as he felt it with his hand.

“Nice big bubble butt,” Zack seemingly muttered to himself as his hand now touched my other butt cheek. “You a top or bottom?” He asked. “Or are you vers?”

“You seem to know a lot about gay sex, Zack,” I said with a quizzical look. “What are you?”

Zack smiled and threw his head back in laughter before looking at Taylor with a serious face.

“I’m verse but prefer to bottom,” Zack stated. “So what are you?”

“I’m also verse, but I’m more of a top,” I replied.

We locked eyes and smiled at each other for a few seconds before Zack looked down at his now obscenely bulging jockstrap.

“Would you mind if I continued your physical without my jock?” Zack asked. “My shaft is killing me boned up in this thing.”

“Not at all,” I said as I ran my fingers over my nipples as my hard cock pointed at Zack.

Zack slowly pulled off his jock as his thick boner swung around after being freed. I looked at his cock as he looked at mine. We both extended our hands to each other’s cocks at the same time and let out moans at the feel of the other’s hand.

“You do this with all the new guys?” I asked Zack.

“We don’t have any turnover here, so that should tell you your answer,” Zack winked again as we stroked each other.

There was a knock at the door and then the locked knob wiggled a few times.

“Zack, you in there?” A familiar voice called out.

“Fuck, it’s my dad,” I said looking around for my clothes as Zack’s hand grabbed my wrist.

“Stay here,” he instructed as he walked to the door still naked and hard.

Zack unlocked the door slightly and looked out.

“Nobody is out here,” dad said to Zack.

Zack opened the door and let dad in before quickly closing and locking it. Dad walked in and stopped before putting his hands on his hips and looking at my naked cock — still aroused but in a more flaccid state.

“How’s the physical going?” Dad asked as his eyes moved from my cock to Zack’s eyes.

Dad and Zack seemed to give each other a knowing look as they stared deeply into the other’s eyes.

“It’s been good,” Zack said now slowly stroking his cock in front of me and my dad.

I was shocked at Zack’s boldness in front of my dad but quickly saw something in my dad’s eyes and face. I quickly realized dad and Zack were lustfully looking at each other as dad watched Zack masturbate and Zack watched dad’s reaction. This went on for a few seconds before dad turned to me and looked at my now hard cock again. His eyes traveled up my naked body to mine. As we looked at each other, my hand moved to my cock and I began to masturbate in front of my dad along with Zack.

I could see sweat forming on dad’s face as he stood in the humid office with us fully clothed as we masturbated naked in front of him. An enormous bulge filled out dad’s tight slacks as I looked at his toned physique.

“Want to join us, boss?” Zack asked talking a few steps toward dad as he continued to work his cock.

Dad looked at Zack again and then back at me locking eyes as if searching for an invite from me.

“Looks like your cock wants to join in, dad,” I said as I also took steps toward him.

Dad slowly reached for the zipper of his slack and pulled it down. He unhitched the top and pushed his slacks down over his thick legs and big butt to reveal an old jockstrap underneath.

“You’re wearing it,” Zack said smiling at dad.

“Of course I am,” dad replied as he now unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

Dad’s body looked better than I remembered, and the sexual tension was thick and intoxicating. He quickly pulled down the jock and now stood naked with his son and co-worker. He slowly began jacking his cock as Zack walked to dad and took control of dad’s shaft. The two kissed passionately in front of me before dad broke the kiss and looked at me.

“Zack’s got one tight hole, son,” dad said before looking back at Zack. “We’ve been fucking each other for a while now,” he said still looking into Zack’s eyes.

As crazy as this information was, I didn’t care that dad was cheating on mom. I only cared that the two hot men in front of me appeared to care deeply for each other and regularly fucked.

“Why don’t you come feel your dad’s cock, boy?” Zack said to me in a now animalistic tone that let me know he was in the zone.

I walked to the two and grabbed dad’s leaking dick as he grabbed mine. We stood stroking each other as we looked at each other’s bodies. I felt dad’s other hand grab my chin and pull it up to lock eyes with him. Dad leaned in and kissed me deeply as we began to feel each other’s bodies with a sexual frenzy. Zack stood watching as he beat his cock furiously. His guttural groan got louder before we heard shot after shot of thick cum covered the linoleum floor behind me.

Dad and I continued to kiss as Zack got dressed and said he’d be back in a bit so we can have some time to ourselves. The door closed behind him and I could hear Zack’s key locking the door again. The smell of sweat, man sex and a fresh load of cum on the floor filled the room. Dad broke our kiss and looked at me as our noses touched.

“You can have your own fun with Zack, but we can’t say anything about this or me and Zack to your mother,” dad said quietly.

“Of course not,” I agreed.