Throwaway0282639 Posted April 3, 2023 Share Posted April 3, 2023 This is my first attempt at this, so be kind. This story may include themes which some readers may find disturbing such as worship, hot dads, and rough sex. All characters are over the age of 18. I have several chapters already written. So if there’s interest I’ll post more. ——————————————————————— James had just finished his sophomore year of college and was heading home on summer break. He always looked forward to going home because that was when he got to relax. At school he was involved in so many things it was hard for him to take a moment to himself. At 5’10” with a track runners build he was in shape, but not huge by any means. He likes to think of himself as a twink, and oh yeah, he’s gay. He wasn’t out to anyone, but he always knew, every since he was a little kid. His mom had left his dad shortly after he was born so he had never really known her. His dad worked as a financial investor, and spent quite a bit of time at work. His dad wasn’t always there for him, but he worked hard to make sure James had everything he needed. Going to college several hours away from his home he hadn’t been home in almost two years, so the distance between James and his dad had remained. James’ father, John, had always been a bit of a mystery to him. His father never dated anyone that he had known of, mostly involved himself with his job, and only had a few hobbies, one of them being working out. Although James hadn’t seen his dad shirtless in years, he remembered times from when he was younger. His dad was quite a bit taller than he at 6’4”. His dad was also always one of the biggest dads. On the rare occasion his dad took him to a school event, John always towered over the other dads, with arms thicker than most of their thighs. With a buzz cut, a tattoo sleeve on his arm, and his size, his dad was quite the impressive and imposing man. James clearly had to take after his mom. This was how James knew he was gay, because for as long as he could remember he was in love with muscle. Sneaking his dads bodybuilding magazines and watching powerlifting completions with his father, he knew what he liked. Muscle. And a lot of it. His dad rarely voiced political opinions but just looking at him James had always assumed that he could never come out to his dad. This sets the stage for the events that follow when James gets home from college late one May afternoon. 22 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Throwaway0282639 Posted April 3, 2023 Author Share Posted April 3, 2023 Ch. 2 James pulled up into the driveway and noticed the lights to the house were off and his dads car was gone. Odd considering how late it was, but that was just like his dad. James went into the house and immediately went to the fridge to find something to eat. Stuck to the fridge door was a note…’James, text me and let me know when you’re home safe and see this note. I had to stay late at work tonight and I’m not sure when I’ll be home. There’s frozen meals from my food prep in the fridge, and some beer if you’d like. I’d also better warn you that I converted the basement where your room used to be into a gym and moved your things upstairs to the room next to mine. One of my buds will be coming over tonight to workout so don’t be surprised when he shows up… Love, Dad.’ James considered the note and decided it could’ve been a phone call or a text, but his dad was always old school like that. But this idea of a gym in the basement intrigued him. James grabbed a premade meal of chicken and rice from the freezer and began to preheat the stove; he decided while the stove preheated he’d head down to the basement and see exactly what his dad had been up to. Opening the door to the basement James was met immediately with the smell of MAN. As he descended the stairs he noted the posters on the walls, old shoots of Arnold, classic old school Mr. Olympia bodybuilders littered the wall. Mixed in there were posters of female supermodels, James didn’t know any of their names, but they all looked unimpressive to him. He surveyed gym a bit more. Mirrors all over the walls, top of the line weight equipment, and A LOT of weight. As he looked around he noticed something that made his dick twitch. The bench press had weight racked up on it, enough on each side to make it so the bar was bending. His dad couldn’t be benching that much…could he? He added it up in his head and there had to be 600 pounds easily on the bar. Not a world record, but damn close. He was imagining what a beast of a man would look like to bench press that much weight when he heard the front door open… 26 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
actorsarecool Posted April 3, 2023 Share Posted April 3, 2023 Great start! Hoping James gets to see his dad get even more massive height and muscle wise! Looking forward to seeing more! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rixxflix Posted April 3, 2023 Share Posted April 3, 2023 awesome, cant wait for more of Dad 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted April 4, 2023 Share Posted April 4, 2023 Great start to your story! Can’t wait to read more and see where it takes us 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
timaa Posted April 4, 2023 Share Posted April 4, 2023 I'm liking this build up so far, wondering where it will go from here! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted April 4, 2023 Share Posted April 4, 2023 This is a great bur short start. I hope to read so.much more 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post Throwaway0282639 Posted April 4, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 4, 2023 Ch. 3 “Hello!” A deep voice echoed though the house, but he didn’t recognize it. “James, are you here?” James panicked for a moment before he remembered the note on the fridge. One of his dads’ friends was coming over to workout. “I’m down here.” James called back up the stairs. He heard heavy footsteps walking across the floor towards the basement door. He had no idea who it could be, he’d never known his father to have many friends, let alone friends who could just walk into their home. The basement door opened up. From where he was standing James couldn’t see who was coming down the stairs, but he heard the wooden stairs protest under the weight of whoever was coming down them. Rounding the corner was one of the largest men James had ever seen. He was around 6 feet tall and so wide James wasn’t sure how he got through the front door. But James recognized him; it was one of his dads’ friends he remembered, Frank. James hadn’t even considered Frank as the person who’d be coming over to workout as Frank had always been a bit lazy, never a small guy, but a beer gut and chicken legs to be sure. But he’d always been handsome nonetheless. Dark hair and classical italian looks; he’d always seemed to have a permanent tan. “James, how ya doin bud! Long time no see!” Frank exclaimed when he rounded the corner. He held out his had for a handshake. James took his hand and noticed how huge, rough, and calloused it was. The exact kind of hands a man gets when he spends hours in the gym grabbing a bench press bar and dumbbells. It completely enveloped his hand. “I’ve been good Frank, it has been a while!” James was doing everything he could to keep his mind under control and to be relaxed. His walking wet dream was standing in front of him and he had to keep it together. “I had no idea you and dad had started working out together.” “Oh yeah, back during the Covid lockdowns when gyms closed your dad made this place and we’ve been working out together ever since. God. That’s been three years ago now, time flies”, Frank replied. So Frank and his father had been working out down here together for three years, and Frank had absolutely exploded in size. “Well don’t let me get in your way, I’m sure we can share this gym,” Frank said to him. “Oh. No I just got home, I was just checking it out. I actually need to head back upstairs and take my dinner out of the oven before it burns.” James told Frank. “Oh I smelled that when I walked in, one of your dads meal prepped meals? Careful with those boy, they’re packed full of protein!” Frank told him and chucked. A deep vibrating chuckle. James turned around to head back upstairs and before he rounded the corner he turned back to glimpse Frank. In nothing but a stringer tank top and a pair of gym shorts he really left little to the imagination. Franks arms snaked with veins up and down. His forearms looked bigger than James’ thighs. His biceps already looked pumped, as he picked up a 45lb plate a bulge the size of a softball appeared. His tricep hung off the back of his arm like a thick slap of meat. His shoulders, back, and chest were so wide the stringer did little to cover them. Big Boulder shoulders and his huge chest jutting out from them. His chest stuck out far enough that the stringer didn’t even touch his stomach, which not longer looked like a beer belly. His thick, dark nipples peaked out from the stringer, his chest so heavy that they pointed straight down to the ground. James noticed he’d been staring for a little too long and quickly headed back up the stairs. He got to the chicken and rice just in time, it was starting to crisp, how long had he been downstairs? He sat down and began to finish off his dinner, he of course took up his dad on his offer and had a few beers to go along with it. After he finished dinner he started to clean his dishes. As he turned on the sink he heard the basement door open, and he turned around. Ch. 4 There was Frank at the threshold to the basement. If the stringer had done little to cover his size before, it did even less now. Stuck to his form by sweat he looked absolutely juicy. “Hey bud, would you mind coming down here to help me out?” Frank asked. “Uh. Yeah. What’s up?” James asked, unsure what he could do to help this giant. “I don’t like to use the free bench alone, so I usually use the incline. But since you’re here, if you’ll spot me, I’d love to try and max out tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve done it and I think I can hit a PR tonight.” Frank replied. “I don’t know how much help I’ll be, but I’d be happy to.” James replied, trying to hide his excitement. As he followed Frank down the stairs he noticed Frank had to turn sideways slightly to fit in the stairwell, James was doing everything in his power to not get hard. When they got to the basement Frank instructed him to just stand behind his head and help guide the bar down. “Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work, you’re just here to keep me safe.” Frank told him. As Frank laid down on the bench, James saw how his wide lats and back dwarfed the bench; there had to be a foot of man hanging off either side of the bench. It was then that James noticed the bar was still bending, and he looked at the weight on the bar. Those 600lbs had been for Frank apparently. “Jesus Frank, how much is on this bar?!” James asked suddenly. “610lbs. My last PR was a few months ago at 580. Doesn’t look like this bar could hold much more than this.” Frank replied. James noticed something in his voice. Excitement? Pride? Was he just cocky? Didn’t matter. James was ready to see this man lift. “Alright bud. Just like I told you, just barely touch the bar, and help me keep it steady and even.” Frank said. James loosely grabbed the bar and prepared to do as he’d been instructed. Frank gripped the bar, testing out a few different hand positions and settle on a grip where his hands were barely touching James’. Frank started, “Alright ready, I’m going to lift on three…1, 2,…” Ch. 5 “…3” Frank said as he lifted the bar off the rack. James was looking down at this muscle god lifting what seemed to him like impossible amounts of weight. He knew he was getting hard, but he hoped his jeans would hide it well enough. As Frank lifted and lowered the bar, James noticed his arms. Bulging and covered in veins thick as ropes. As Frank slowly lowered the weight James saw the concentration and strain of effort on the man’s face. Red and scrunched up Frank was giving it his all to handle this weight. The bar got lower and lower. At the lowest point, James’ hands, still gripping the bar, brushed Franks chest. James then noticed the striations between the two massive pecs. The deep crevice that was covered in a dark, thick, hair. How had James not noticed how hairy his chest was earlier? Then, Frank let out a breath and pushed the weight back up in one quick motion. James prepared for him to move it back to the rack. “Not just yet boy, that was too easy. I want to see how many I can do!” Frank bellowed. James wasn’t sure he could handle much more of this without cumming on the spot. Frank lowered the weight again, this time holding it at its lowest point. Trapping James’s hands between the bar, and Frank’s massive, hairy, sweaty pecs. They were red with blood flow and effort. “You like that boy?” Frank said. James looked down and made eye contact with the big man. Ch. 6 James wanted to disappear. He had no idea what just happened or what to do. He couldn’t move if he wanted to with his hands trapped between the bench and Frank’s impossibly hard chest. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, James just tried to focus on the bench press bar. Frank released another breath and pushed the bar back up and racked it. James stood there in disbelief, horny, and terrified. This mountain of a man must have caught him staring, or seen the bulge in his jeans. It was directly over his face after all since he was spotting Frank. Frank sat up and cross crossed his arms in a stretch. Flaring out his back muscles as he did it. James stood there paralyzed with fear…and to be honest a bit of intrigue. Frank turned around and looked at him, “You ever seen someone lift that much weight?” “Never.” Was all James could get out. Frank looked him up and down, “well since I have a workout partner now, how’d you like to help me do something else?” What could he possibly want now. James was loving every second of it, but at the same time was scared for his life. “S..sure, again, words failed James. “Like I said, it’s been a while since I worked out with anyone, and I’ve gotten a bit bigger and stronger since the last time, how’d you like to help me measure these muscles?” As he said it, still sitting on the bench, Frank hit a most muscular pose, accentuating every rock hard part of his upper body. “If you’d like me to, I can help with that.” James replied. Frank stood up and walked over to a shelf at the back of the basement and grabbed a tape measure. “Here, hold on to this. If we’re measuring I need to make sure everything is pumped up and ready to go. You can just wait and watch if you’d like.” Ch. 7 Damn. Frank had caught him staring earlier. He knew. But he didn’t seem mad…he seemed excited to have someone in the gym with him. James took a seat on the bottom stair to get out of Frank’s way. With the anticipation of having his muscles measured he was blowing his way though the gym. With his chest already pumped to massive proportions, he grabbed some 80lb dumbbells and began to curl. The peak on his bicep was working overtime, and it’s lucky he didn’t wear a shirt with sleeves, they wouldn’t have stood a chance. As James watched Frank pump up his biceps he saw the slip at the top of the peak. This man was insane. He switched from bicep curls to tricep extensions, pumping up the biggest part of his arm. James could swear he could see it grow as he pumped. Set after set Frank kept pushing. Finally satisfied with his arms, Frank moved on to his back. Performing a super set of pull ups, inverted rows, and lat pull downs. James was in a different world. Watching his beast workout right in front of him. Knowing he’d be feeling those muscles at any moment. Then his phone vibrated. He was getting a call. ‘Incoming call: Dad’ James’ heart sank. Why would his dad be calling him right now?! “Frank, I’ll be right back, my dad is calling me!” He yelled to Frank, but Frank was deep into his set and barely acknowledged James’ comment. Walking back up the stairs and out of the basement, James answered his phone. 33 2 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KumaBear Posted April 4, 2023 Share Posted April 4, 2023 I love how well the chapters are going. Can't to see what's next. To see more of Frank and the dad and hopefully see the son get a taste of that muscle growth too. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuscledJunk Posted April 5, 2023 Share Posted April 5, 2023 can't wait for more this is so hot. i know frank is just gonna be massive when he measures him but his dad will probably dwarf frank 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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