8. Reece
Chapter 8
Reece
Even though I’m now retired, I still love nothing more than putting my body through its paces.
Part of me thinks I would still be able to play soccer at some level professionally, but my old injuries and the wear and tear to my body probably tells me that this wouldn’t be a good idea.
Still, it’s a nice fantasy to have.
I know I still have all my old skill with the ball at my feet, and when it comes to power and pace I can still put many a younger athlete to shame.
My personal trainer and specialist sports masseur is Clay, and he’s just put me through an absolute beast-level workout.
Today we focused on heavy lifting, endurance, and just about the most savage circuit of core exercises to wrap things up.
Clay doesn’t take any prisoners, and he knows because of my history that I’m more than capable of being pushed right to the limits. Clay was a professional athlete too – and in many ways he was the Reece Bellham of the hockey world.
Clay had a long career as one of the smoothest, most skillful ice hockey players in the NHL. Clay had flair, precision, and a whole ton of heart too. The fans loved him because of it – the fact he’s a handsome sonofabitch probably helped too.
Clay’s trademark cropped blonde hair and blonde stubble looks as perfectly rough and ready as it ever did. With a killer body covered in tattoos and scars from his hockey days, I can truly appreciate how so many boys swoon over this man.
Like me, it was a combination of injury and advancing years that brought the final curtain down on Clay’s career. And after spending a couple of years on the party circuit, Clay has found a new passion in his life… training and massage therapy.
Clay has his training and massage therapy clientele, and runs a successful vitamin and supplement firm on the side. He really does have it all going on and it seems like he has found pretty much everything he’s looking for in retirement. Well… nearly everything.
If my workout with Clay was tough, then it was nothing compared to my muscle rehab massage with him.
With my face poking through a hole on a massage table, all I can do is groan as Clay works his magic hands and attempts to loosen up and alleviate the stiffness in my lower back.
‘Wow, that’s brutal,’ I say, Clay’s expert touch digging into my lower back and filling me with a mixture of pain and relief in one intense package.
‘Haha, yup,’ Clay replies. ‘It’s working. You absolutely smashed the training session too.’
‘Thank you,’ I say, gritting my teeth as Clay continues to push, pull, and probe. ‘So… how’s the social side of things going? Any boys on the horizon?’
Clay finishes off the pummeling on my back and takes a second before replying.
‘There’s a boy,’ Clay replies, a hint of mischief in his voice. ‘And another Daddy too…’
‘A couple?’ I say, arching my eyebrow.
‘Well… I’m not entirely sure,’ Clay replies, chuckling. ‘The boy seems to think he wants two Daddies, so…’
‘ Hmmm ,’ I say. ‘Well whatever works for you guys. As long as everyone knows the rules, feels comfortable, you know?’
‘We haven’t taken things all the way yet, but… I feel like the moment is coming,’ Clay says, taking his cell phone and showing me a photo of him, the boy, and the other Daddy enjoying dinner together.
‘You certainly look like a good match,’ I say.
‘Thanks man,’ Clay says. ‘I’ll keep you up to date on how it goes.’
‘Hell yeah,’ I reply.
‘Now let’s see about these upper quads,’ Clay says, going back into masseur mode. ‘Your power’s still all there, but we have to really be careful about keeping you supple.’
I groan as Clay gets back to work.
There’s no doubt that when it comes to using his hands, Clay is an absolute master. Listening him talk about the boy who wants two Daddies was fun too – although as far as I’m concerned, I’m more than happy to be the sole Daddy in Xander’s life.
Speaking of Xander, as soon as Clay finishes off pummeling my quads, I’m going to invite the boy over to my house.
I’m feeling in the mood for some steamy fun…
I feel better than ever after my workout and massage with Clay.
Seriously, Clay is a one in a million guy who I’m proud to call a friend too. To go from such a high profile sports career and reinvent himself with no ego as a personal trainer and masseuse is something that I find inspirational.
And it’s always fun to hear about Clay’s escapades with boys.
No matter what the season, the chances are that Clay will be either chasing or involved with a boy – and I know that whatever happens with this current boy, I’ll be getting all the juicy details sooner rather than later.
But speaking of boys, I hear the sound of my security gate bleep and know that this must be Xander arriving…
‘Come up, I’ll buzz you in,’ I say, leaning into the speaker next to my front door.
In no time at all, I can hear the sound of Xander’s burly frame hopping and skipping up the steps and toward my door.
‘Hey,’ Xander says, smiling sweetly as I open the door and see him standing there in a pale blue t-shirt that fits his strong body perfectly.
‘Hey,’ I reply, unable to stop myself from reaching out to Xander and bringing his body right up to mine.
I kick the front door shut and before I know it, the pair of us are kissing.
Xander might be big and macho, but there’s no doubting that he is more than happy for me to lead the way when it comes to the kiss.
I back him up against the wall and work my tongue inside his mouth, flicking and swirling. Right away, I can feel Xander’s cock begin to grow and press up against my silky soccer shorts.
‘Over here,’ I say, leading Xander over onto the large couch that overlooks the ocean. ‘Lie down.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Xander says, immediately falling into his submissive role and relishing it too. ‘Like this?’
I grin as I see Xander lie back on the couch and spread his legs open.
There is a look of sheer desire on Xander’s face, and I can tell that he is ready and willing to do anything that I command him to do.
‘Pull your pants down, show me your cock,’ I say, my eyes widening with delight as Xander does precisely what he’s told and lets his thick, hard cock spring up. ‘Now lick your hands and work that dick.’
As Xander begins to pump his dick for my entertainment – and no doubt his own pleasure too – I remove my shorts and boxer briefs and climb onto the couch and sit myself on top of Xander’s strong, muscular stomach.
‘Swallow it,’ I growl, moving my cock toward Xander’s mouth and slapping my thick dick head down on Xander’s hungry, extended tongue.
Xander doesn’t need asking twice and takes the full length of my cock in his mouth. As he begins to swirl his tongue and then bob his head up and down, I can feel Xander’s cock slapping up against my ass.
‘Let’s try it this way,’ I smile, pulling my dick out of Xander’s mouth and turning around so that he has my cock and my ass too to pleasure. ‘I’ll have fun down here, you have fun up there. Now show Daddy what you’re made of.’
We’re in a sixty-nine and I’m loving the feeling of Xander’s tongue flicking and lapping up against my ass hole, balls, and shaft as I get to work on squeezing, jerking, and licking on Xander’s meaty dick.
Soon, the pair of us our writhing in pleasure and we’re not far from release. I can feel Xander’s chunky thighs tightening and firming up as I pump his cock hard and fast, bringing him to a huge orgasm.
‘Now finish me off, boy,’ I growl, easing myself backward onto his face and allowing Xander to push his tongue in and out of my asshole as he reaches upward and works my cock with his wet hands. ‘ Fuccccck that’s good.’
The feeling of pleasure from having my ass eaten and my dick masturbated by Xander is too good to resist and I shoot a huge load in a matter of moments.
‘The boy did good,’ I say, breathless as I bring my ass off Xander’s red face and roll off him.
‘So did Daddy,’ Xander says, giggling as he takes a look at the large strings of cum that he shot over himself thanks in no small part to me.
‘I don’t know how we’ve done it,’ I say, laughing. ‘But we’ve managed to avoid getting any cum onto this couch. This was imported from my old villa in Barcelona… but I don’t think it’s ever seen as much action as it did just now.’
The pair of us laugh and I suggest we get our sweaty bodies off the couch and keep it stain-free.
It’s time for a shower with my baby boy.
I knew the spanking felt good, but what just happened was something extra-special.
It takes a lot to get me to lose control like Xander did.
I haven’t felt this kind of exhilaration since my days terrorizing defenses on the soccer field.
Right now, I’m thinking that this baby boy could be very special indeed.