maturedadsandmen: Blast From The Past maturedadsandmen There’s nothing I like more than a matu
maturedadsandmen: Blast From The Past maturedadsandmen There’s nothing I like more than a mature, stud daddy. My boss, John Turner, definitely fit that bill. Muscular and fit in his early 50s, with a receding hairline of salt and pepper hair that, if I was being honest, was more salt than pepper. He was one of those guys that always had to wear either a tank top or a sleeveless shirt, because if he wore a shirt with sleeves, they’d rip. Any gay guy is a “dick man,” but I’ll admit…the other thing I’m into on a guy is his chest and arms. Turner’s meaty chest and arms looked like they needed me cuddled in them after a night of hot fucking. It took everything I had when our work schedules matched up for my mouth not to water around him. When I started working for the gym that he owned a couple years ago, the word was that he had just come out of a messy divorce. Some of the busybodies who worked at the front desk whispered about how his wife had caught him cheating. But I never heard any other details…never sought any further details out either. I figured it was none of my business. He seemed like a stand-up enough guy to me. After two years of getting to know Turner a little bit better, lusting after him, and seeing him shirtless on numerous occasions…but never fully nude, I found myself for the first time alone with him in the gym after hours on a Saturday night. We were both scheduled to close up and had mutually decided to stay after closing and get a quick workout in. We basically each worked out on our own aside from spotting each other a couple times and making small talk during rest breaks between sets…nothing too deep. Just talk about work, the new football season, and the baseball playoffs. After about half an hour, I’d had enough. It didn’t look like Turner was ready to stop, so I told him I was hitting the locker room and would see him later. I had gotten out of my clothes and just finished wrapping a towel around my waist to head to the shower when Turner came in. "Had enough too?“ “Yeah,” he halfway grunted. "If I push it too much further, I’ll hurt myself.“ I stood there waiting for him to say more as an awkward silence ensued. As he stripped off his shirt, he finally spoke again. “You got anything goin’ on tonight, Bri?” As I got a full view of his muscular chest with a sheen of sweat on it, I thought to myself that the only thing I had going on tonight was a major jackoff session the minute I got home. Hell, I’d probably be able to bust out a couple loads. "Nah. Just gonna grab dinner and watch the tube.“ No reply. In fact, he just stood there looking at me. I did notice a bulge forming in his shorts. However, I decided Turner was probably waiting for me to head to the shower so he could finish undressing. My heart was beating pretty fast and when I said, “I’m gonna hit the showers. Catch ya later, man,” my voice cracked so hard, I probably sounded like a 14 year old kid who just hit puberty, instead of my actual 40 years. I had only been in the shower a couple minutes. In fact, I had just finished washing the shampoo off my head and still had my head under the spray when I heard the curtain pull back and arms encircle my chest. “Wha…?” was all I could get out before I felt a hard cock push against my right hip and lips press against my ear. Then, in a low voice into my ear, “The way you were looking at me all night, I thought you might want some company in here.” I boned up in an instand and Turner’s left hand went to grasp my hard on. As my right hand felt for his own hard cock, I turned my head slightly and my lips found his. After a minute of passionate kissing, he broke the kiss. “Since you were just gonna watch TV and not do anything else, I thought you might wanna do me instead.” I turned to face him, seeing a smirk on his face. I brought my hands up to the pecs I’d been longing to rub ever since I’d met Turner. "Oh, you got no idea, stud.“ was all I said before I leaned in for another kiss. Turner broke our kiss and surprised me when he stepped out of the shower. "I got something I gotta take care of. Finish your shower. Then, we can head back to my place for some quality time.” Then, he walked away, leaving me dumbfounded. I finished my shower and found the locker room deserted. I went ahead and got dressed, leaving the locker room…wondering if he had totally blown me off and left already. As I was walking toward the front of the gym, I saw him in his office fully dressed, sitting at his desk. He looked up when he heard my footsteps. "Had to do next week’s work schedule.“ "That was more important than what we were doing in the shower?!” I said, incredulously. I must’ve totally misjudged this guy. What an arrogant prick. He handed me a copy of the schedule, smirking. "You tell me.“ When I saw the schedule, I noticed I didn’t have any shifts for the next four days. "Four days off?! Am I being punished, or something. I need the money. What’s going on here, John?!” “Relax, Brian. You’re going to get paid for the hours you would’ve worked. Before you get any more hot-headed, take a look at my schedule for the week.” I noticed he had the same four days off that I did. Without a word, I looked at him again. My whole demeanor changed…and my cock sprang to life again. "Thought we could use a little time to get to know each other better. Don’t you agree?“ He said in a sexy tone as he got out of his chair and walked toward me, standing in the doorway of his office. "Definitely,” was all I got out before he bridged the gap between us, put his hands around my waist and kissed me. “Let’s get going. I can’t wait to get you to my house.” As we talked to the exit, he shifted his left hand from my waist to my ass. Yeah. We definitely got to know each other better over the next four days. -- source link
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