I think that pretty well everyone in the office was shocked when our boss called us together for a meeting -- he looked so serious, which could only mean trouble.
Silently we shuffled into the Board Room and stood in a respective semicircle around his desk.
Tom held up his hands -- palms towards us -- hardly a sign that he was going to sack us all and a collective sigh ran around the room.
"Everyone here?" he questioned, not really expecting or getting an answer. "Good -- right -- this concerns all of you."
We all looked at each other with lines of worry on our faces; there were 18 of us -- twelve guys and six females of various ages from 20 to perhaps 50.
"My regional director has asked each office to raise some money," said Tom, "He's got a bee in his bonnet about donating to charity this year and we've all got to do our part."
A selection of "mmmm"s and nodded heads was to be seen before Tom continued.
"So I had an idea which I'm sure will be beneficial not only to a good cause but to you lot as well. We're entering a team into the local half-marathon in October!"
Gasps and cries rang out here and there.
He held up his hand for silence....."So you lot have got near enough six months to get fit!" he said triumphantly, "And to raise lots of sponsorship money."
Sighs and groans could be heard along with some crestfallen looks from the somewhat more portly members of the staff, but on the whole the idea seemed to be accepted -- heck, it was six months away -- some of us might not even be working in this office by then.
"Ok -- ok -- calm down," said Tom, "I'm not expecting you all to become top flight athletes, but some keep fit and some running won't do any of us any harm....but I'm warning you, we'll have to do well because I want us to raise the most sponsorship of all the branches. Oh yes -- I'll be running too, if only to keep an eye on you!"
I'm pleased to say that Tom was now smiling as he finished his speech and he now let us chew the matter over for a bit. Small conversations started and little groups formed as the unlikely idea of us all running 13 miles sank in.
"Right -- listen up! Then you can go," said Tom after a little while, "Some sponsorship forms will be ready soon and I'll set up a webpage so you can see how well you're doing. And for those of you who really want to, I'll let you list your best times....because in the next six months you'll be needing to get some miles in -- so it can be an internal competition as well. I'll get something organised as a prize for the highest finisher in October."
He stopped and looked around at our somewhat dazed faces.
"Ok -- you can all go now -- thank you for your attention," he said and the meeting was ended.
We all trouped back to our respective work areas, still reeling from the thought.
Then a heavy hand landed on my shoulder.
"We've got some work to do, Chris!" a voice said -- and it was Dad.
Yeah -- I didn't mention that he and I both worked in the same office but we did and even mum had a part-time job here. 'Here', was a smallish silicon chip production and development set-up -- I helped design the layouts and Dad did the more technical stuff with the chips themselves.
"Speak for yourself Dad!" I chided him, "I'm fit already!"
"Yeah -- like hell!" said Dad kindly, "We both need to lose a bit and running's a lot different to weight training."
Both he and I did indeed try to keep fit at the local gym but running 13 miles -- well, even just trotting round sounded some way out of our league.
I nodded my agreement -- there was a lot going through my brain at this moment.
"You gonna buy me some running shoes then?" I asked, somewhat tongue in cheek.
"If it helps then yes, I will," said Dad, to my surprise, "Nothing posh but there's no sense in not having the right gear -- and if your gym togs aren't suitable for running then we'd better get you something to wear too."
'Hey -- this sounds ok!' I thought, because this was something I could enjoy and something that both Dad and I could share.
"Come shopping with me on Saturday then," said Dad, "We'll see what we can do."
He turned and headed back to the other side off the building, waving to me as he went and I waved back.
It was nice that we were close -- Dad was excellent to be with; he had a good line in chatter; he wasn't too tight with money and we had some of the same interests. We didn't actually share much apart from our work-outs at the gym but perhaps this was something else that we could mutually enjoy.
Dad (Peter) had just turned 40 but he really looked younger. He'd still got all his dark hair and he was tall and lean -- none of that middle-age spread on him. By the same token, he wasn't overly muscular, but he was fit enough; the garden, DIY house maintenance and the gym sessions saw to that. He was also healthily fit -- the annual company insurance medical check-up always cleared him with flying colours.
I too was fit and healthy. I kept off all the fatty junk foods; I didn't smoke and I only drank occasionally and at 6'2" -- the same as Dad -- and steady at about 170 pounds, I felt good in myself.
But this marathon training looked as if it was about to make us both even fitter!
Saturday morning came and Dad and I were soon browsing in a local sportswear shop; to be shortly 'rescued' by an attentive assistant. The shoes were relatively easy to sort out and Dad bought us matching pairs of good quality shoes which really felt fine on my feet.
And in a few more minutes Dad and I were in one of the changing booths along with a small pile of running gear -- most of it made of Lycra, it seemed. I sat on a chair to examine the goods.
"Don't mind me," said Dad as he stripped off, "Come on, try them on."
Moments later his hairy arse and back faced me before he bent over to pull on some shorts -- and I hardly knew where to look. I'd never been one to stare at arses before but here was Dad's, strained tight and showing his brown puckered arsehole to me!
I shook my head, stood up and pulled down my jeans and underwear, then suddenly realised that my cock had started to enlarge.
'Oh fuck, get down!' I groaned inwardly, 'Not now!'
Quickly I grabbed some shorts and started pulling them up -- also suddenly realising that they were decidedly tight on me -- but better that than be seen with my cock hanging out!
And just as I covered my equipment, Dad turned round to face me. His eyes quickly scanned up and down my body before he could stop them.....and mine did much the same except that mine became locked on his groin.
Dad's shorts were skin-tight too, revealing not just the idea of his package but most of the detail too! I could see the size and shape of his cock, of his helmet and even of his balls! I drew in a quick deep breath then puffed my cheeks as I let it out through tight lips.
"Phew Dad -- they're tight!" I said, tearing my eyes away and glancing down at the shorts I was wearing with a feeling of horror -- because I now guessed just what Dad would be seeing.
He smoothed his hands over the material and down his muscular thighs.
