Dad and Son (art by MSSF) Slideshow

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From: JockWalt

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Tags: art, , dad-n-son, MSSF,

Added: 12 years ago

Dad never did a hard job on to me until after I was 18, and I respect him for that. But he must have known that I was gay for a couple of years previous. I mean I knew when I was 14, and he must have figured it out a year or so later. I was a high school athlete, football and track. Dad thought working out with him would bulk me up more than just the regular team training, so he started taking me to his gym on L Street. The place was old and funky. It had free weights, medicine balls, speed bags and heavy bags, stuff like that. It didn’t allow women. Men from the G E plant worked out there, and cops too. Not too many young guys. No workout gear either. Men wore gray or navy sweat pants, cut short, and Converse sneakers. Not many wore shirts. There were naked men too, plenty of them, because the only way from the locker room to the nude beach at the back of the building was thru the gym. Plenty of joes lifted some weights, did presses or curls, before or after their beach time, and plenty more just stopped to bullshit. They hung loose even when spotting another guy, or they took the shorts from a buddy who stripped off to a jockstrap. I saw a lot of what I used to call “softees” on the gym floor. Dad and I always wore cut-off sweat pants in the gym. With jockstraps underneath because he insisted. In the locker room and shower I saw him naked, and of course he saw me naked too. The showers at the L Street gym were arranged in one big room. There were pegs on the wall near the door, and benches. Men sat on the benches to towel off. Some even stood on them. The room had an oval-shaped gang shower in the center; it was an aluminum contraption that hung from the ceiling. There were some individual shower heads on two side walls. There seemed to be some soap-and-show, cock-of-the-walk, my meat is bigger than yours attitude around the gang shower, but being a teenager with raging hormones, I had to keep my eyes off that unless I wanted to bust a nut just looking. My dad always chose a wall shower, and I chose one on the opposite wall. But if I got to the shower room first, dad chose the shower head next to mine when he came in. That’s how he first showed me a chubby which was about a year after we started working out together. He didn’t shower next to me after every workout, so he didn’t show off every time. I guess you’d say he was very discreet or else a big tease. But once he started with the soap-and-show, he’d throw a little more wood once in a while. He liked to soap his ass good too, and thoroughly clean his crack. Sometimes, a dick being what it is, having a mind of its own, dad got a half-hard. But he never showed me his full wood until the summer after I finished high school, before I left for college. That’s a story that has to wait for another time.