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For fun, I've recently been going back through my blog archive and re-reading old stories I wrote and stories I reblogged from other authors. The above photo was censored by Tumblr way back when on that infamous date in 2018, which means the story I wrote that was attached to it was censored too. As you can see, there's nothing particularly explicit about the photo. The man isn't nude with an erection. He's just a shirtless man sitting on a staircase in his shorts. You can't see the outline of an erection in the shorts. I originally wrote the below story back in 2015, about a month into the existence of this blog. I'm going to blog it again and see if it gets censored this time around.

As he sat on the stairs in the foyer of his house, waiting, Doug Weston reflected on how much his life had changed in the past two years. It was then that he was forced into an early retirement as CEO of the Fortune 500 company he ran. Many of his peers and friends - including Doug himself - wondered how he’d ever make it in retirement after leading the workaholic life he’d led up until then. He’d put in 60 to 70-hour weeks for most of the past several years. With no time for anything other than work, he had no real interests or hobbies outside of work. What was he gonna do with himself?!

One of the things he’d decided he really wanted to do was reconnect with his family. A busy executive at another company herself, Doug and his wife had basically become strangers...nothing but glorified roommates. In fact, though it wasn’t common knowledge outside of their very small circle of closest friends, she and Doug didn’t even share the same bedroom anymore...and hadn’t for at least a decade. Even though their son, 28-year old Sean, was living back at home after graduating college - he was working his ass off, trying to get a start-up company off the ground with a couple of buddies from Dartmouth - the two men had only seen each other in passing in the kitchen in the morning a couple days a week.

It was rough going for Doug for that first month after he retired. It was a huge culture change for this man, who had been on the go for most of his life, to get used to not having anything in particular to do every day. Then, he got an idea. Several years ago, when he thought he’d have time to actually devote to it, he’d had a few pieces of gym equipment installed in his basement. Of course, he hadn’t been down there once. “Maybe that’s what I need,” Doug thought, “to get in shape...” In short order, Doug realized that he had no idea what exercises to do or how to do them properly. Too proud to join a gym or hire a personal trainer, he decided to research on the internet. When he felt like he knew what he was doing, Doug ventured to the basement, grabbed a couple of dumbbells, lay down on the bench, and began to do pectoral flies.

After a few minutes, he heard a familiar voice from behind him, “I thought I was the only one who had a membership to Weston’s Sports Club.” Doug set down the weights, sat up, and turned around to see Sean leaning against the door frame, smirking at his father.

“Hey, Son. I didn’t realize you used this equipment.”

Sean flexed his arms. “Did you think I was born with these babies?”

Doug laughed. “No. I just assumed you belonged to a gym.”

“Why...when I have all that I need in my own home?”

“You mean MY own home, right Son?”

“Whatevs, Pops...”

Doug gave Sean a look of mock indignation. “’Whatevs’? What are you... a 16-year old girl?!”

Ignoring his father’s good-ribbing, Sean walked over to where his father was sitting, “You know you were doing those flies all wrong, don’t you?”

With a heavy sigh, Doug seemed a little deflated, “I suspected as much. I tried to research how to lift weights and exercise correctly online. I guess I’m not getting the hang of it.”

“Why not just hire a trainer to show you?”

“And pay to have some meat head emasculate me? No thank you!”

“If you want, I can workout with you...give you some pointers.”

Doug looked at his son skeptically, “You? Are you sure?“

Again, Sean flexed his arms for his father, “Again...do you think I was born with these babies,” with a smirk on his face.”I know what I’m doing and I can pass on my weight-lifting skills to you, grasshopper...”

Doug laughed, “That’s not what I meant, oh wise sensai. You’re smack in the middle of trying to get your company started. I’m sure you don’t have time to work with me.”

“Being a workaholic isn’t something I inherited from my parents.”

Ouch. That hurt. Doug hated being reminded about how much he wasn’t around while Sean was growing up.

Sean continued, “We’re at a point right now where the part of the company I’m overseeing is pretty much set up. I’m waiting for my partners to catch up to me. I have some time to spare.”

With that, Doug was on board. Starting that afternoon, he and Sean worked out together four days a week. It was the best idea Doug ever had. Not only did working out give him a new purpose in retirement, it helped him reconnect with Sean. Over the next few months, they developed the kind of father/son relationship Doug always wished they’d had. They teased each other. They cared about each other’s life. They gave each other advice about things. And most importantly to Doug, Sean felt close enough to his father to share with him that he’s gay. Doug had already suspected as much - Sean had never talked about women...dating them or evening aesthetically admiring them...and, ever since they’d started working out together, Doug had noticed Sean giving him the once-over pretty often - but it was an honor to have Sean trust him enough to tell him.

Over time, Doug began to notice a change in his body. His shoulders, arms, and chest began to really fill out and develop muscles. He saw himself in the mirror one morning and had to stop and admire. He thought he looked damn good! He apparently wasn’t the only one who had taken notice.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling workout, Doug and Sean were sitting in the sauna off to the side of the workout room. “Dad, I’m proud of you,” Sean said out of the blue.

“Oh yeah? For what?”

“You’ve done really well with your workout routine.” Sean reached out and tell his father’s biceps, feeling the muscle. “You look good. I bet Mom’s going crazy with the new you!”

That was the one part of Doug’s life that just couldn’t seem to get on track. His wife continued to work long hours. And since they no longer shared a bed, he hadn’t really seen much of her. He wasn’t even sure she knew he’d been working out all this time. “Uh...not really, Son. Your mother and I... We’re not on the same page anymore, as far as our marriage is concerned.”

“Really? I mean, I know you two used to sleep in separate bedrooms. But I figured that was because you both worked such crazy hours. I thought maybe things had changed now that you’re retired.”

Doug wasn’t sure how deep of a conversation about his dysfunctional marriage he wanted to have with his son. But, for now, he was just gonna go with the flow. “They haven’t. In fact, I think we’ve even further apart now.”

“Do the two of you even have sex anymore?“

“Well, THAT’S a pretty personal question, Son...”

Sean grinned, “Okay. So that’s a ‘no’. I’m sorry, Dad... No one deserves to be that alienated from their spouse.” Sean, who had not stopped feeling Doug’s upper arm, now let his hand travel over his father’s shoulder and then down to his hairy, muscular chest.

Doug was enjoying the fact that someone was touching him...that someone admired his body. It had been a long time since anyone admired him or his body. But he wasn’t sure the things he was feeling should be caused by another man, let alone his own son. Then, when Sean’s thumb grazed Doug’s erect nipple, it sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, but the most-affected by the touch was his cock, which continued to rapidly rise underneath the towel wrapped around his waist. That’s when Doug knew things had gone too far. He reluctantly pulled back from his son’s touch. “Uh, Sean... I think that’s enough.”

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

Not wanting to offend his son, Doug decided to use a euphemism instead of being direct. In hindsight, not being direct was probably a mistake. “It’s getting a little too hot in here, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. I guess it is...even for a sauna.” Doug thought that Sean understood that he was making his father uncomfortable...and aroused. But apparently not. Sean stood up, untied the towel around his waist, and let it fall to the floor. “There. That’s better!” Doug couldn’t help but look at what his son was packing. His boy was already rock hard...his thick cock pointing up and to Doug’s left. “You like, Dad?”

Transfixed by his son’s endowment, all Doug could do was utter a robotic, “Uh huh...” His own towel-covered dick was at full attention too, aching to be freed from the cloth confine. Apparently, that’s what lack of sexual stimulation will do...make you hot for your own kid.

Sean sat back down on the bench and looked at his father, expectantly. “Well...”

“Well what?”

“You said it was hot in here. Off with the towel”

“Son, I don’t think that’s such a good idea?”

“Why not? Is it because you’re hard? Don’t worry about it. I’m in the same predicament as you. Then again, you already know that. You’ve had your eyes glued to my big boy for the past five minutes!”

“Sean...”

“Come on, Dad,” Sean barely whispered, lust in his eyes. “Show me what you’ve got. Show me your pride.”

Doug couldn’t take it anymore. He was so horny. And that was what was driving him to expose himself to his son...something he knew he shouldn’t be doing. But he didn’t care anymore. He was lost to the lust of the moment. He stood up, Sean staring at him. He unwrapped his towel and his hard cock immediately smacked against his stomach.

“Dad! Holy fuck! That’s a beaut! What a fuckin’ hot piece of meat!” Sean licked his lips appreciatively. As depraved as he imagined this whole scene might look to an outsider, Doug beamed with pride at his son’s compliments. His cock flexed. It felt damn good to have someone notice what a virile man he still was. “I can’t believe Mom isn’t taking care of that baby on a regular basis.

Suddenly, a douse of cold water was thrown on things, bringing Doug back to reality, briefly. “I don’t want to talk about her, Sean.”

“You’re right. All I wanna focus on is your big cock.” Sean reached out and wrapped his hand around his father’s meat.

His son’s touch felt amazing. But his conscience made another attempt to snap Doug out of this. “Son, I don’t think we should be doing this. You should stop.” Doug thought he sounded pretty convincing...until Sean’s thumb rubbed that spot underneath his cock head and Doug let a moan of pure pleasure escape his lips.

“We both need and want this, Dad. That moan tells me as much. I’m going to give you what you need.” Sean got up off of the bench and knelt between his father’s legs. He leaned up and kissed Doug’s chest...quickly moving to one of his nipples to kiss, tongue, and nibble on it. All Doug could do was throw his head back and give in to the pleasurable sensations that were washing over him. When he felt Sean’s mouth on his cock, he thought he might explode right then. And he practically did. He couldn’t hold back for very long. Sean had been blowing him for only a couple minutes when his hand rubbed across Doug’s chest as he was bobbing up and down on his dick. Suddenly and almost without warning, Doug began shooting cum into his son’s mouth.

As Doug lay recovering from the hottest blow job he’d ever gotten, Sean leaned down and kissed his father. It was soft and tender. Doug wasn’t sure how he’d feel kissing another man. But it felt good - right - to kiss Sean. “How do you feel, Dad.”

Doug chuckled. “Amazing. You’re right. That’s just what I needed. Thank you, Son.”

Sean lovingly rubbed the side of his Dad’s face, then leaned in for another soft kiss. “It was my pleasure.”

As Sean got up so they could both exit the sauna, Doug grabbed his son’s arm. “You know this can’t ever happen again, right son?”

All Sean said was, “Okay, Dad...” He sounded almost condescending when he said it.

Of course, that wasn’t the end. The next couple times that Doug and Sean fooled around, Sean had to not only initiate, he had to convince Doug to take part. But from then on, Doug was a more-than-willing participant. They’d have sex at least as often as they worked out...sometimes more often. As time went on, Doug went further with his son. He progressed from giving Sean a handjob to blowing him, to fucking him. And most recently, he’d let Sean fuck him...something that he surprisingly enjoyed. He was enjoying his life now. Retirement was definitely agreeing with Doug Weston.

And that’s where Doug found himself this particular afternoon...sitting on the stairs in the foyer of his house, waiting. He was wearing nothing but a pair of flimsy boxers. After a few minutes, the front door opened and Sean walked in from work. He smiled when he saw his dad on the stairs, “Hey, stud...”

“Hey yourself, Son.” Doug rose up, put his arms around his son’s waist and pulled him into a tender, romantic kiss.

“Give me a couple minutes to get changed and we’ll go downstairs and get started.”

Doug grinned, “Actually, I was thinking - for today only - we’d forgo the workout and move straight to the pleasure.”

Sean smiled broadly, “Oh really...?”

“Yeah...”

“Okay then, old man. Let’s hit the sauna!”

“Ah ah, Babe,” Sean loved it when his dad used that particular term of endearment with him. Doug took Sean’s hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom...the bedroom he should’ve been sharing with his wife - Sean’s mother.

Yep.... Retirement was definitely agreeing with Doug Weston!

Author's Note: Just wanted to say this even though it should be obvious. The preceding story is not in any way, shape, or form about the man in the photo that it's attached to. It was simply inspired by him. This story is completely fictional and should not be taken as a representation of the personal life of the man in the photo.

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I walked out after the locker room and showers had cleared after practice. He’d stay late some days working on his pitch, having the field all to himself, empty, quiet - although he never really needed the practice. He’d moved here mid-year from Missouri, a midwest corn-fed boy, and walked on to the team. Damned if he didn’t become our star player in a flash. Connor Reed was the type that all the guys wanted to be, and all the girls wanted - and the kind of guy all coaches wanted on their team.

“Hey,” I said to him, leaning against the wall, “it’s cleared out bud, you can com’on back.”

He smiled and leapt up and walked back to my office with me. The entrance was just off the locker room. Dimly lit and a little musty, he pushed some papers aside and sat on my desk facing me as I plopped down in my chair with a grunt. I lightly tapped my knee against his calf, “so, you got some news for me?”

“Yea,” he said, looking down, pensively, and letting out a long sigh.

It wasn’t sounding good, “shit, don’t tell me they’re gonna move again, you practically just got here!”

“Well,” he waited, “…they said…we’re gonna stay,” he said with a sly look and a shit eating grin.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “trying to pull one over on me, fucker,” I said as leaned forward and put my hands on his thick thighs, rubbing the young masses of muscled meat in front of me, “I can’t have my star player leave before his senior year and go to another school.”

“Star player, huh?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

I nodded back at him, “you’ll see, just wait till the awards ceremony later tonight.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes flashing a perfect smile.

I stood up and moved my waist in between his legs, my arms reaching around him and placing my hands on his still damp back, “no for real, proud of you Reed, your enthusiasm, your stats. You remind me of myself at your age.”

“Thanks Coach,” he said as his hands slid around my backside, dipping just inside my athletic shorts and in under the waistband of my still sweaty jockstrap.

I leaned in to him, kissing the side of his neck and slowly breathing in the scent of his dried sweat. Continuing over his jaw line, my lips moved up to meet his. He was eager, pushing forward against me. Our tongues slid against each other, his soft lips dragging across my late afternoon stubble. My hands moved up to the sides of his face while I probed the inside of his mouth, deeply, our breath and spit exchanging between the two of us.

He reached down to my crotch and rolled my engorging meat in his hand, tugging the fabric of my shorts down as he did. Soon my shorts were pooled at my ankles and I stepped out as he drove his hands into my jock to release my cock. As he jerked my stuff rod I began unbuttoning his shirt, moving down to his belt buckle. His pants slipped off with ease as I knelt down and lunged my face towards his groin.

The sides of his thighs were salty as I licked and kissed the hairy muscles. I yanked the cup out from his jock and tossed it to the side, landing in some dusty corner of the office floor. He moaned as I mouthed over his cock through the fabric and placed his hands on my head, running his fingers through and yanking what he could of my hair. His jock strap slipped off just as easily as his pants, and I put them to my face and sniffed before throwing them to the ground and kissing him again.

He groaned as I bent back down and enveloped his cock in my mouth and buried my nose in his thick bush. “Fuck, Coach, that feels so good,” he moaned. Working his cock over for a few minutes, I grunted and brought my head up, “damn I never get tired of this cock, sport,” I said.

I sat back down in my chair and caught my breath for a second, motioning to him, “have a seat sport,” I said as I patted my thigh.

He straddled me, his sweaty thighs against mine, and pressed his body into me. My chest hair rubbing roughly against his more smooth torso.

His mouth found mine again and we explored the familiar spaces of each other’s mouths with our tongues, swapping spit. His cock was rock hard grinding against mine. I lifted my hips into his as he drove his towards me. The boys nutsack was firm and full and rubbed against mine.

“You’re gonna make your Coach cum soon bud,” I said, putting my hand behind his neck, covered in drops of sweat, and my forehead against his.

“Fuck Coach I wanna cum with you,” he growled as he thrust his body against mine.

I could feel the heat from his body radiating through me as our dicks ground together. He was soon moaning and breathing hard, our lips barely touching.

I felt the thick spurts of juice stream from this jock’s cock and onto my chest and stomach. He cried out as he came and my dick followed suit, pulsing a thick load of Coach cum inbetween us. The cum was sticky and warm between us as we both heaved deeply, our chest meeting with each breath.

Conner leaned back just slightly and I dipped my hand down to swipe up a few finger fulls of our mixed and matted cum. “Here bud,” I said as I brought my hand to his lips and stuck my fingers halfway into his waiting mouth. He sighed and licked the cum and I wiped what was left on to his lips. I moved in to lick them and kissed him as we swapped the cum back and forth between us.

“Goddamn Coach,” he panted, “I don’t care if I get that award, this was all I needed.”

I laughed and patted his back side, “well let’s get to the showers, need to get cleaned up before tonight anyways,” I said.

It was just a few hours before I saw him again that night. I was beaming as I handed the MVP Award to our outstanding junior. “So proud of you, boy, really” I said as I shook his hand, not wanting to let go. “Thanks Coach,” he said with a smile as he moved off the stage.

He darted up to me after the ceremony. “Hey, Coach. Coach!” he said and grabbed my shoulder to turn around. “Hey I just wanted to introduce you to my mom real quick,” he said before turning to his mother. “Hi, Karen Reed, I’ve heard so much about you” she said and extended her hand limply with a smug and condescending smile on her face. I reached out to shake her hand, my mind foggy and face blank.

Before I could say anything Conner had said goodbye and run off to catch up with his team mates. “Angie?” I said, feeling the blood drain from my face.

“It’s Karen, I’ve gone by my middle name for years now,” she said blankly. “And that’s your son?” I asked her. She rolled her eyes and exhaled, “well obviously.” She was a bitch, for sure. She had been a bitch eighteen years ago when I divorced her, and she was a bitch now.

“And he’s…” I started to question, but was cut off, as had always been the case. “Well I certainly never thought I’d be back in Raleigh, and I haven’t told him. Nor have I told my husband. I’m sure you understand?” she said flatly as she reached into her purse, grabbing her phone and pretending to look at something, avoiding as much of the conversation as she could.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. “Does it matter?” she rebutted, “again, I’d appreciate it if you kept this to yourself, I don’t need you ruining his life, too. Now excuse me.” With that she walked off and I was left standing in the meandering sea of students and co-workers with about the biggest piece of information in my life.

I drove home in a daze, not knowing what to do or how to go forward. “I have a son,” I kept telling myself. Halfway through a bottle of whiskey and I started to flip through pictures and messages I had exchanged with Conner. His muscled body, hefty cock. No wonder we had such a connection. “I’ve fucked my SON,” I said out loud to myself, “I’ve eaten his cum.”

“Fuck that bitch,” I said aloud, over and over again. I couldn’t believe she didn’t want me to know or didn’t want me to have a relationship with him.

There was one thing I did know though. I was more than just a dad to that boy, and always would be. I was his Coach. “I’m his Coach,” I said to myself, feeling better about it. I groped my own crotch as I thought about it, thought about my son, about swapping cum and licking ass and fucking till we couldn’t stand; and snapped a picture of my hard cock in my hand. We’d swapped plenty, so I knew he’d enjoy it. I pulled up my boys phone number and texted him the picture, “lookin forward to your senior year bud,” and in no time I got one back in return - “right back at ya Coach!”

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