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Big in his own Way 04
🕑 Added 2018-12-24 03:21:49 +0000 UTC“See? I told you it wouldn’t be that bad,” Greg bragged. He spun his body around on the bar stool. Despite his size he still liked to act like a playful kid from time to time.
“I just… I just can’t believe it…” Chase said, still a little in shock. His hyper masculine brothers didn’t seem like the kinds of guys who would ever consider such a thing. And just how cooly Greg was able to handle it; Chase was impressed.
“I know. Pretty awesome right? I could say anything I want and it becomes true,” Greg continued to brag.
“Oh please,” Chase laughed. “Now you’re just gloating.”
“Don’t believe me?” Greg acted offended at the idea. That sly grin across his face was enough to let Chase know he was joking. “Alright then. Want to test me?”
Chase just looked at him suspiciously. “Sure,” he smiled back as he grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge. “Why not? Only person we haven’t told is my dad. So why don’t you make him accepting too…” Chase trailed off. He handed the beer to Greg and went and sat on the couch. “He’s such an asshole that I doubt even you could talk him out of it. If anything that’s probably why Zac and Cody are like that.”
Greg followed behind him sitting on the chair next to the couch as Chase was sprawled out across it. Despite his small body he tried to take up the who thing, rather pathetically. But the effort was still there. “Oh?” Greg seemed overly interested all of a sudden as he leaned his weight towards Chase.
“Never mind. It was just a stupid joke,” Chase sipped his beer.
“Doesn’t sound like one,” Greg prodded. He sipped his beer and leaned back into the chair.
Chase mulled it over. His mind was still a little foggy from the day. He couldn’t believe what all was happening and didn’t want to ruin it by complaining about his father. “He just wouldn’t get it,” Chase started off. He wasn’t sure where to go from there. His mind was traveling all over the place. He thought he knew his brothers but was wrong. Now he was wondering if he was also wrong about his father. “I don’t know. It just feels like he wouldn’t get it. At least my brothers are masculine and have girlfriends. They can at least pretend it’s not a thing…”
“Does that matter?”
“Of course it matters!” Chase threw his hands up and hit the couch. “He gets to have the perfect little sons he’d always wanted and…” he paused trying to find the right words. Part of him didn’t want to admit what he was thinking. “And I’m not…” Greg’s hands wrapped around his body as he pulled himself onto the couch.
“C’mon big guy,” Greg whispered into his ear. “It’s not that bad.” He pulled him harder into the hug. “He still loves you…”
“Yeah… Yeah…” Chase moved to let his boyfriend onto the couch. He squirmed in the strong man’s embrace, feeling his strong muscles tighten around him.
“Is it just because he’s so much more athletic than you?” Greg asked. His voice was calm and in Chase’s ear. The light fuzz on his face nuzzled against the back of his neck. But something about his thoughts about his dad started to change. Somehow there seemed to be two memories of who his dad was. A solid chain of memories that clearly outlined an older guy who lazed around the house watching sports on television while complaining that he could have done better if not for his ‘God damn knee’, and another where he still actively threw the football around with his brother’s at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
“I don’t…” Chase started off, twisting his head back to see Greg’s. But his voice was cut off as his boyfriend took his open mouth prying for a kiss. His tongue delved deep into Chase’s mouth as he rolled it around inside. Slowly he felt Greg’s hips move up and down his backside.
“It’s alright. Just because he’s a man’s man doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. How do you think you got into the gym in the first place? He used to take you to work all the time when you were a kid. You’d see all the guys working out and felt something you didn’t know how to describe,” Greg continued. “At such a young age I doubt you hid it well. He could probably see it before you even realized it.”
“My dad… Worked in a gym…?”
“Of course he worked in a gym,” Greg smiled. He shifted his weight on top of Chase’s body; pausing only for a second before stealing another kiss. Their hard dicks pressed up against each other as Greg’s body thrust onto Chase’s much smaller one. Chase’s body writhed in pleasure, trying to hold himself back. “Guy like him? Near bodybuilder status. But wanted to train the next generation into knowing how to actually work out. Problem is he liked to smoke cigars a bit too much but still kept it out of the gym.”
Chase tried to think of his father as the chubby out of shape security firm employee but couldn’t picture anything other than a tall broad shouldered bodybuilder. He had vivid memories growing up seeing his dad shirtless and feeling something that he wasn’t supposed to, something that always made him a little bit embarrassed. Especially when he popped that cigar in his mouth. It was just so manly. His shirts would stretch across his torso and he’d sneak in every once in a while after one of his grueling workouts just to be next to it.
“It’s how you found yourself wasn’t it?” Greg grinned. Chase’s face went red and he turned it away. “It’s alright. I know you’re dad’s hot. With that salt and pepper beard and cropped hair he’s always been popular at the gym.” Greg paused leaning into Chase’s face again. “But I always preferred you,” the whisper in his ear turned to a love bite as he worked his way back down to Chase’s sweat mouth.
Greg had a way of teasing Chase. He loved it. Right as he felt the other man’s lips touch his again, any resistance was gone again. Not that he had much to begin with, as he let his boyfriend hold him down against the couch. His large strong body had a way of being gentle and sympathetic as he slowly amped up his rhythm. Starting with gentle nibbles and kissed, followed by slow controlled thrust. His muscles would bulge. Blood flowed through them like a river. It was just another way to workout. A hard, fast cardio session that both would be able to enjoy.
“Always have,” he added between kisses. His rhythm was picking up as he got even closer. Each thrust more sporadic. Their hard dicks rubbed against each other. Even in clothes both could still feel the intimacy of the other. Chase’s small hands ran around Greg’s massive pecs and down his abs. Greg’s found their way behind his back and down to his back door. He pushed a finger up into Chase, causing his back to arch.
“Ahh…” Chase moaned at the sudden sensation. Greg continued to play with him. Slowly pushing it deeper inside of him. Chase tried to keep his calm but was quickly losing it to his desires. Each second he could feel himself coming closer. Feeling Greg teasing him ever so slightly more. “I think…. I think… I think I’m gonna…” he kept his voice quiet. Seeing his boyfriend so close Greg took the chance to cover Chase’s mouth with his own, muffling the loud moan to come from the small man.
Chase’s hips bucked several times into Greg’s as his cum started to fill his underwear. He could see the wet spot pushing through to his shorts. “Dang it…” Chase whined. “Now I need to go change…”
“It’ll be alright,” Greg smiled down.
Chase huffed at the idea. “You’re not the one with dirty shorts…”
“Don’t worry, you’ll fix that later tonight.” The innuendo made Chase blush. He’d heard a variation of it like a million times before it still always made him blush at least a little bit. He was about to say something witty back but Chase continued talking. “You still don’t believe that whatever I say changes. Do you?”
The fading memory of the older man in a business suit faded away. He didn’t even know why he would think about someone like that. Compared to his confident, outspoken father the other man just didn’t fit. Not to mention the distinct smell of cigars that was a permanent addition to the entire house. Even if Chase’s mom complained about it, it wasn’t like it was a recent habit. “I do…” Chase lied. He tried to sound convincing but didn’t. Greg’s condescending smile was enough to tell him that he knew it wasn’t the truth. But before he could try defending himself even more the back door opened.
Greg’s colossal father entered the door and saw the two on the couch. His face turned a little sour as he crossed his arms. He just stared as he Greg pushed him off of the couch. Chase looked up over the back and stared at his dad. “Hi dad,” he waved awkwardly.
“Hey,” he huffed. “Mind telling me what’s going on?” There was a bit of gruffness in his voice. “Or do I have to assume something was going on that we specifically said could not happen in the main part of the house…”
“I mean…” Chase blushed knowing he’d been caught. His face went red as he realized his dad had pretty much just caught them in the act. Even if he couldn’t see the stain on the front of his shorts, there wasn’t anywhere for him to go.
“Whatever…” he grunted. “You boys have fun. Just keep that fun in your rooms. I don’t want to have to clean up after you all over the house.” There was a bit of a quip as he said it and walked out of the room. He almost seemed to be smiling as he left. Chase rarely saw him smile like this.
“See…?” Greg smiled pulling himself back into a hug. “He cares about you. Even if he’s pretty bad at showing it…”
Chase mulled over the interaction. It was simple and to the point. No admiration but the lack of condemnation made him feel like it was natural. Like it was normal. His dad rarely spoke positive of anything but wasn’t afraid to speak out against something. The strong character he built up over years and years rarely allowed him to show praise. “I guess…”
“Don’t be so glum,” Greg pushed his face back into Chase’s. “Besides you need to finish something you started.” Chase looked down at the thick dick still pointed at him. Even through the shorts. “But we’d better go to your room. Didn’t realize your dad was such a stickler…”
“Yeah,” Chase rolled his eyes. Suddenly he seemed to feel really comfortable about the whole idea. All the fears he had of his family seemed to wash away. Greg nudged him again. “Alright! Alright!” he grinned. “I’m coming…” He didn’t even need to look at Greg’s face to know another joke was about to come out. He just pushed his boyfriend back up to his room.
