When dad of four Bobby starts hitting the local 24 hour gym, he runs across Frankie, a skinny high school teen trying to build up some muscle. After months of stolen glances across the locker room, Bobby and Frankie finally form a friendship, working out together as Bobby shares his years of life experience. But like any teenage boy, Frankie has plenty of questions about girls. Bobby realizes he has a responsibility to educate the young man, and pass on his wisdom about sex to the curious teen.
Seducing My Teen Gym Buddy is a 14,000-word short story.
“Bobby, do you use lube when you jerk off?” Frankie asked as casually as if I’d seen the game.
“Uh, sometimes.” I was doing everything in my power to will away my hard-on. Frankie’s questions weren’t helping.
“I guess pussy feels way better than a hand, right? Once I put, like, half a tub of lube on my hand and hold it still, like this.” He was showing me. Arm held still, while gently fucking the circle shape he’d made with his fingers.”
“Uh huh.” I tried to keep the same level of interest as when my son shows me gross-out comedy. Even if I liked it, I shouldn’t encourage it. It was wrong. Not how dads should act.
“Are pussies always tight? Because I get worried I’m jerking off and holding it too tight, you know? I kinda get freaked out I’ll screw up my first time.” Fuck. I turned away, my raging boner slapping against the cold metal pipe. It didn’t help. I wondered if I could beat a load out in the three seconds before Frankie’s next question. “Do girls really like giving blow jobs? That’s why I shaved everything. My friend Trent says girls won’t suck a really hairy cock. They like only a bit of hair, you know? Like how when a girl gets her bikini waxed, she leaves this strip at the top. So you know you’re fucking a woman, that’s what Trent says.”
“Is that a fact.” This was worse than being stuck in a traffic jam with my son Bradley and his three friends speaking in literal tongues about a video game they couldn’t believe I hadn’t heard of.
“Do you think my dick is big enough, Bobby? Bobby?”
I shivered under the water I’d set to freezing. It scoured my back like a whip. Frankie was the greatest temptation ever sent my way. And I’m no saint.
“Let me have a look again.” I turned around, making a show of peering at it from every angle. Frankie willingly turned to the other side, then lifted it to show me his balls, as if I this was a physical. “Son, you have absolutely nothing to be worried about. God, maybe it’s even bigger than mine.”
“Nah,” Frankie laughed. “You think? But yours is way thicker.”
“It comes with age, son. And use.”
“Trust me, you’ll grow into it. You don’t need to put it into every hole that comes your way, but have fun with it. That’s the point.”
“This part gets so sensitive, though. I get freaked out that I’ll blow my load as soon as I put it in her.” Frankie was quite literally rubbing the head of his cock to show me. He leaned over, holding it up, inspecting it as he rimmed the rounded edge of his cock head, stretching as if he might be able to suck himself.
“You gotta build up some stamina.”
“How do I do that?” He genuinely wanted to know. I stepped out of the cubicle to check the corridor. No one was around. Why would they be so late on a Tuesday?
“Look,” I said, standing out of the shower and closer to Frankie so he could see exactly what I was doing, and hopefully wouldn’t have to show him again. I held my still rock-hard dick in one hand, just like he was, watching as if I was teaching him to drive stick shift. I held my palm flat in front of my cock head, and he made an unsure attempt to do the same thing. “Take your dick and rub it against the flat of your palm, like this, see?” Frankie followed my lead and shivered with a goofy grin.
“Yeah, so do that a few times, up and down, side to side, see?” I remained side on, stroking my cock head against my flat palm for him to see.
“I don’t think I can. I’m gonna…”