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It’s Sunday morning. My name is Keith Whittaker, I’m lying in a strange bed with a man I’ve known less than twenty-four hours lying next to me, and even worse, Kevin, my Boy is nowhere to be seen. I should be concerned, worried, even frantic. But I ache too much, the really good aches in my muscles after a killer workout and the even better aches in my dick and ass after mind-blowing sex.

Ryu is still asleep, his body curled up inside of mine, my free arm around his waist, his beautiful chest swelling and shrinking as he breathes. There’s just enough light that I can start to see the contrast between his golden skin and my pale, between his hairless body and the thin coat of red fur on my arms around him. I wonder if Kevin and Riamu—sorry, Wyatt—are in the same position. Or maybe the opposite? I’m a little taller than Ryu, but Wyatt’s taller than my Boy.

What a night it had been...

Saturday is leg day for my Boy and me. We finish with leg curls; I’d done my last set, and I was watching Kevin do his – enjoying the view, I admit. Seeing his ass moving up and down as he lifted and released the weight made me think of the other activities that made it move like that, and I was starting to chub in my jock.

Later….I told myself sternly, but then I noticed that Kevin was starting to struggle a little with the weight he was lifting.

I squatted in front of him until we were nose-to-nose and barked in his face, “Come on, two more reps, you’ve got it, Son! Don’t quit!”

“Never quit!” came the automatic response. And with it, three deep grunts as Kevin did the last two reps, and added an extra for good measure. The weights crashed back into place as he straightened his legs, panting with exertion.

I straighted up, then leaned over and patted my Boy on his bubble butt. I sometimes think that the term “bubble butt” was invented because nobody can think of a good word to use with “ass”. “Good work, Son,” I murmured as he untangled himself from the leg curl machine. He was a little unsteady, so I helped him as he stood up.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Another automatic response, but no less genuine because of that. Two years together, we had settled into a very comfortable routine.

I had met Kevin at a Nighthawks game – minor league hockey, in case you were curious. I’d played in high school and college and when I moved to this “city” – which had fewer people than my old apartment building in Chicago – I’d started following the team. It was an early season game against a team without much of a history with the Hawks, so attendance was pretty sparse.

Towards the end of the second period, I got up to take a piss. The men’s room was empty, so I picked a urinal and got down to business. A couple seconds later, I heard someone else come in and, out of the corner of my eye, saw him take a stand a couple to my right. The Hawks’ arena is older than I am – no partitions between the urinals – so we both got a good look at each other as we stood there.

And I was impressed. I glanced up at his face…and I had to force myself to keep my body focused on the job at hand because of the shock. It wasn’t entirely like looking into a mirror, or even at a picture fifteen, twenty years ago, but it was pretty damn close. This kid – couldn’t have been more than twenty – had a full head of flaming red hair, just like mine, ice blue eyes, just like mine, and a square, pugnacious jaw, just like mine. Under the tight t-shirt and jeans he wore, I could tell he was built like me, too, broad, muscular chest tapering down to narrow hips, but without the slight gut that I’d put on since I turned forty. His legs were thick, too, and as he stepped back, zipped up, and moved to the sinks, he had an easy, graceful way of moving that I recognized. Like me, he had spent a lot of time on the ice—and since he was built like me, I was pretty sure he’d been a defenseman, too.

He washed his hands, then glanced over his shoulder at me. The warm, inviting smile he sent my way made me decide that I didn’t really need to stay for the third period. I finished, zipped, washed, and followed him as he left the men’s room.

The second period had ended and people were flooding – well, more trickling, given the number – to the rest rooms and concession stands. As soon as he was out of the men’s room, Kevin stepped aside to a corner, clearly waiting for me. I didn’t make him wait long.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Kevin.”

“Keith,” I replied. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Fifteen minutes later we were in my car heading to my apartment. We didn’t talk. I couldn’t have put three coherent words together anyway. It was enough of a stretch to drive the car without flooring the accelerator. And to park the car without wrecking it and the car in front of me. And to get my keys into the locks without breaking them off.

But as soon as we were in the apartment, and I was inside with Kevin behind me, Kevin spun me around and was kissing me, hard and aggressive. I was taken aback for a couple of seconds at his raw aggressiveness. But then I remembered who was the man and who was going to be the Boy here, and my tongue started counterattacking his mouth.

Kevin broke the kiss, stepped back a pace, and smiled. “I was waiting for that,” he murmured.

My only response was a growl and to grab him by the shirt. I pulled him back into a kiss; this time, he didn't fight back. My hands ran down his back to cup his round, muscular ass, and then pulled hard. Kevin knew what I was after; he hopped up and wrapped his legs around my hips. I staggered a little under his weight, but neither of us broke the kiss.

I carried him to my bedroom, my dick screaming the whole way to get the hell out of my pants. I could feel Kevin hard as a rock against my gut, even through his jeans. I grunted a little as my arms scraped against the door frame, but I wasn’t going to break the kiss until the right moment – which was when we reached my bed and I tossed him off of me and onto the bed.

He sold it; his arms flailed in the air and he let out a theatrical grunt as he hit the mattress. He lay there, supporting himself on his elbows, looking up at me with challenge and a large smirk on his face. The little asshole. I’d give him something to smirk about. I pulled off my t-shirt, then undid my pants and dropped them, and my dick almost tore through my underwear. The smirk vanished and Kevin’s eyes widened. Whether it was my thick, muscular upper body or the size of what was shortly going to be rammed down his throat, I’m not sure.

“Get up,” I growled.

He got up.

“Take off my shoes and socks, then take my pants all the way off. Now.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me, but he didn’t obey right away. As his face came near my cross, he paused just long enough to take a deep, long breath through his nose. He glanced up to meet my eyes, and smiled – no smirk this time. Just a sweet, expectant smile.

Inside, I was even more excited than before, but there was a power dynamic to maintain here. “I gave you an order, Boy,” I snapped.

“Yes, Daddy.” He undid my shoelaces and took off the shoes, then helped me step out of my pants. As he lifted my left foot and took off the sock, however, he brought my foot up to his face, took a deep breath, looked up and me, smiled…and took my big toe in his mouth.

I’ve never had a thing for feet, mine or another guy’s, but having this kid’s tongue dancing on my arch was too much. I couldn’t wait any more. I yanked my foot out of his grasp, then grabbed my underwear and savagely yanked them off. My dick hit my gut almost hard enough to bruise it.

“Get your mouth on this, Boy,” I snarled.

Kevin’s eyes widened a bit at the sheer size and girth of my cock, but he didn’t hesitate. He took it into his mouth and got to work. My knees went weak, but I gritted my teeth and kept them from buckling. This kid was good. Hell, this kid was great.

Long story short: I eventually got my other sock off and I got my rocks off. Kevin’s shirt and underwear didn’t survive the evening. I think I came three times that night, and I know Kevin did. He borrowed a t-shirt when I drove him home the next day, and he returned it when he moved in a week later.

I’d never been with a woman, but now I had a Son.