2. Mason
Mason
I can’t quite wrap my head around how damn dangerous that was. This boy clearly knows his way around a gym. But to be lifting that heavy and without a spotter is just crazy.
And to make matters worse, it’s like he’s just humoring me right now…
“Don’t worry, I’m cool,” Luke says, a look of defiance in his eyes as he stands up from the bench, his legs a little wobbly from that all-out leg drive he tried to put in when that bar just wasn’t moving. “Seriously. I bench a lot. I usually come with Milo actually—”
“No, you don’t get it,” I say, cutting him off before he spins me any more nonsense. “I’m saying that from now on, you’re going to be training with me.”
I can see that the boy is taken aback somewhat.
And, I get it, it’s not like we know each other. But I already can see that this is the kind of boy who if left unsupervised is going to end up injuring himself, or worse.
“B-b-b-but,” Luke says, his sexy eyes filled with a combination of sass, confusion, and a little bit of something else too.
“No buts,” I say. “It’s you and me now, little one.”
Luke blushes hard, his full lips curving into a smile as he responds so quickly to my authority.
He might be full of sass just under the surface, but I can tell that he is a pure Little—not that this means anything will happen between us, but I can’t deny that having a training partner while I’m back in town on leave from work won’t be fun.
“Well I guess it might help with my contest,” Luke says, evidently warming to the idea in double-quick time. “You know, the one between me and Milo?”
“Well, no, I didn’t actually,” I chuckle. “It might surprise you that I’m not fully up to speed on the ins and outs of what every Little in town is up to.”
“Okay, whatever,” Luke says, flashing that defiant smile once again.
Damn, if this was one of my fantasies I’d be bending the boy over that bench press and pulling his workout shorts and jockstrap down for a good spanking in less than ten seconds.
Sadly though, this is real life and spankings don’t quite work like that.
At least not for me.
To say that I’m a little bit out of the dating game would be an understatement. Working away for months at a time on an offshore oil rig is hardly the stuff that relationships are made of.
Far from it, in fact.
I’m forty-three now and my last serious relationship. We’re talking over a decade ago. And, worse, I don’t even remember the last time I took a boy out on a date. To say I’m out of the loop in this world of aps, social media, and all that modern bullshit is an understatement.
So the thought of even attempting to get something going with Luke is about as far from my thoughts as you could get. I’ll train the boy and keep him safe from harm for as long as I’m on leave from work.
But anything other than that? Nah, I don’t think so.
“Well, I do actually need to go now,” Luke says, bringing me back to reality as he taps his finger on his watch. “I’ve got work to go to. And hopefully I won’t need anyone to save my life there…”
“Ha!” I bellow, my laugh coming out louder than I expected. “Funny.”
“So…”
“So… see you tomorrow,” I say. “Same time, same place. Except this time don’t hit the bench without me. And that’s… an order.”
Damn, I almost blurted out Daddy’s Orders.
Now that would have been a mistake.
Still, I don’t think Luke picked up on it.
“Fine. See you tomorrow,” Luke says as he picks up his panda-design water bottle and heads toward the locker room.
As he walks away, I can’t help but cast a glance over toward him.
Holy hell, that is one of the sweetest asses I’ve seen in a long time.
This boy has been putting the time in on the glutes training, that’s for sure.
But as well as being in shape, there’s a softness to him too, just right for getting my hands all over and…
“Nope, not gonna happen,” I growl to myself. “Now enough of the bullshit fantasies, this bench won’t lift itself.”
And with that, I get down onto the bench.
For Luke, this might have represented a dangerously heavy personal best attempt.
But for me? It’s barely a warmup…
* * *
One hour later and I’m in the locker room, naked as the day I was born. I grab my towel and bottle of mint lime shower gel and head toward the showers.
If I was here with Connor or one of my other Daddy friends I’d probably hit the communal shower so we could all talk and crack wise about whatever the hell was going on in our lives at the time.
But seeing as it’s just me—and I don’t want to end up getting dragged into a never-ending conversation with a stranger—I opt for the privacy of a private stall.
I turn the shower on, and the cubicle quickly heats up and fills with steam and the hot water powers down.
“Hell yeah, I needed this,” I say, my body already aching from a session where I pushed my chest and shoulders to their absolute limits.
They say that the older you get, the more recovery time you need after lifting heavy weights. And I can certainly vouch for that theory. But there’s no way I’m ever going to take my foot off the gas when it comes to pushing myself in the gym.
And as for all that fancy-ass yoga, mobility, and stretching bullshit? You can miss me with that. As far as I’m concerned, the best recovery technique involves several bottles of ice-cold beer, a double cheeseburger, and multiple games of darts down at the Woody Hollow with my fellow Daddy buddies.
But as I begin to wash my body with the shower gel, my mind turns to Luke…
That ass.
The way he moved, those eyes, those lips too…
Fuck…
Before I know it, my cock is rock-hard and standing to attention in a way that I just can’t ignore. It’s a good job I chose the private cubicle, let’s put it that way.
I look down and see the sight of my erection throbbing as the water blasts down onto it. My balls feel heavy and tighten as I imagine that scenario I conjured earlier of Luke bent over the bench, his ass presented for punishment.
After checking that my cubicle door is locked, I grab the base of my cock in one hand and with my other hand squirt a thick line of extra shower gel down my head and shaft.
It feels good. Like, seriously fucking good.
Soon enough, I’m wanking my dick to thoughts of Luke nude on a whole selection of the gym’s machines.
I see his breasts jiggle as I work him over on the leg curl machine, and then imagine how hot it would be to bounce his ass up and down on my cock in front of the large wall-to-wall mirrors in the free weights area…
“Fuck!”
I grunt as I look down and watch thick ropes of cum shoot from my dick and disappear into the cascades of water around me. I keep pumping on my cock until every last drop is drained.
This might only be a fantasy, but I don’t recall the last time a bout of self-pleasure felt so all-consumingly satisfying.
“Wow, okay, well that was certainly something,” I say, leaning back against the tiled wall and allowing myself a moment to breath as my semi-hard cock bobs and twitches, still stimulated from the hottest fantasy I’ve conjured in many a year.
I’ve committed to training Luke, and there’s no going back from that.
But I need to make sure that this fantasy was a one-time thing.
I’ve got four weeks until I’m due back on the oil rig for another grueling four month run. The last thing I need is to be catching feelings for a boy, no matter how sexy he might be…
* * *
“So you’re saying you trained a boy today?” Kaleb asks in between gulps of his beer. “And a Little no less? Jeez. You move quickly.”
“Hey, I said nothing happened,” I retort, shaking my head.
“Listen, man. You might be all happily settled down with Taron. The Forever Life might work for you. But I’m not even thinking about me and Luke as a proposition.
You know me, man. I’ve got work, my cabin, and photography…
when I get the time. That’s it. Seriously. Don’t look at me like that, Kaleb.”
Kaleb simply shrugs and gives me another look that says he doesn’t believe a damned word I’m saying. It’s a good job that the Woody Hollow is fit to burst tonight and full of noise and people letting loose or this could turn into an awkward silence.
I know what Kaleb wants.
He wants me to break down and confess that I have a thing for Luke.
And he thinks that by sitting there with his mouth shut he can make me talk. Well, it ain’t going down like that. Not now. Not ever.
“Right, right, right,” Kaleb finally says. “Well it’s a good job we’re such good friends. You know, another person would say that you obviously have a little something going on for this boy. But not me. I believe you. Your silence speaks volumes.”
“Okay, enough of the bullshit,” I laugh. “How about we sink these beers and then hit the dartboard. Or haven’t you recovered from the last time I kicked your ass from here all the way up to Skull Cabin Creek and back?”
“Pffft,” Kaleb answers. “But speaking of Skull Cabin Creek, any updates on when Connor and his boy are back in town from their road trip?”
“Not that I’ve heard,” I reply. “Him and Milo really got a good thing going. Just like you and Taron. Damn, if I wasn’t such a good friend I might even be jealous of the both of you.”
“Ha! It’s okay to be jealous sometimes,” Kaleb laughs. “I mean, the way Taron drives me up the wall sometimes I wish I was working away on a rig. Although, then I wouldn’t get to paddle his ass, so…”
“True,” I laugh. “That’s very true.”
For a brief moment, I find myself wondering whether there would be any way of making a relationship work, even with me being away for so many weeks or months at a time. The truth is, I just can’t see it. It wouldn’t be fair on me or whoever the boy was.
Working offshore is a pain in the ass in many ways.
But there’s no denying that that it pays well.
And it’s this money that is going to make sure I’m all set up and secure for when I do finally settle down.
I want to be able to provide financially.
I want my boy to know that I’ve got us both covered and we don’t ever have to worry about paying bills or putting food on the table.
And if the way I can do this means working away and putting a hold on relationships for the time being, then that’s just what I’ll have to do.
“Hey, come on, the dartboard is free,” I say, standing and grabbing my half-full beer. “Five bucks a game?”
“Make it ten,” Kaleb roars, finishing off his bottle and flashing a look over toward the bar. “You claim the board. I’ll get us some new beers and tell the bartender to keep them coming. We’re playing until closing time and I’m planning on leaving here a rich man!”
“In your dreams, buddy,” I laugh. “And maybe in mine too…”
This is going to be a long night. But with no work in the morning, it’s not like my alarm is going to be waking me before sunrise…
Or is it?