Fit daddy meets son's best friend and falls all the way. He's big, he's hung and he's black.
"Hi Paul. How was your first day at high school? Made any buddies yet?"
This was the first chance Aden had had to touch base with his son, Paul, since the morning when he'd dropped him off as he drove on to work.
After his mum and dad's divorce Paul had opted to live with his dad. It had been a no-brainer really as mum was way too interfering and controlling; one of the reasons for the separation in the first place. Paul, at eighteen, wanted an easier life. He loved his mum but had more in common with the laid back, casual attitude of his dad. Ask any young man what he preferred and the answer would usually be the same; freedom any time, rather than pressed and ironed clothes and a monitored routine. So father and son had chosen an older, cheaper house to move to, a fix it upper that provided plenty of opportunity for DIY skills.
"Early days dad. There are some pretty cool dudes in my classes but I'm looking forward to Phys Ed tomorrow. May stay late and try out for the soccer team, or at least join in with the training."
"Good man. You gotta keep yourself in shape like your old dad. Wanna go for a run around the block and scope out the neighbourhood? I could do with a stretch after a day at the desk."
"OK, just let me get changed, and I'll be right there."
With that Paul sprung up the stairs to his room, taking them two at a time, hurriedly stripped off, pulled on shorts and a t, then scooted back to join his father who was slipping into a battered pair of trainers at the front door.
"Good," said Aden. I've got a key. last one back orders take out."
"So long as I don't have to pay that's good," replied Paul, as he muscled past his dad and down the path onto the road. He trotted on the spot as he asked, "Which way shall we go?"
"Lets head to the new houses next to the park. We can run round the pond and then back home" said Aden, and with a nod they set off side by side.
Aden was a fit forty two year old guy who had kept himself in good shape since college. He regularly used the local gym and enjoyed street running, usually after work, when he could relax in his backyard hot tub and soak those tired muscles. He also enjoyed the looks and comments he got both at the gym and from his work mates, and increasingly from neighbours, both men and women. Yes Aden had noticed how many middle aged men would comment on his physique and fitness, and match the comment with a grin or a wink, and although he'd never succumbed to flirt back, he enjoyed the temptation.
Paul was long and lean, with a young, fit runner's body. Muscly firm legs led up to a hard arse and a big packet swinging in his shorts. At eighteen he was always horny and could throw a boner at the drop of a hat. He had a good chest but nowhere near as defined as his dad's. Aden expected to be bigger after all those years working out but he envied Paul the size of his cock. At eight inches he outstripped his dad by at least two, although Aden went to great lengths to make sure his glances were always concealed and not open perving. What he had seen looked good and if he was that way inclined, well who knew where they might end up but he was not going to risk upsetting Paul and turning him back to his mum
Aden found himself growing stiff in his pants. A good job he wore a tight fitting jock to run in.
He realised he had been following Paul for some time and looking at his fit bum while he admired his legs and running stride. Better shake that feeling and to do that he had to change the view and get in front.
"Is that the best you can do?" he asked as he pulled alongside Paul's shoulder and then gently bumped him out of the way as he pulled past.
Paul stumbled a little and lost his rhythm as Aden put on a spurt and took off down the road. He was comfortably in the lead now but could hear the light footfall of his son as he began to make up distance. After ten minutes father and son were running beside each other, arms nearly touching as their legs pumped hard and their chests heaved with the exertion. They turned into their road and immediately accelerated until they reached their path together. Paul collapsed on the front grass as Aden sprinted up to the front step.
"Another win for the old man eh?" he quipped as he looked back at his son still sprawled on the front grass and couldn't help but smile. Fuck he loved him so much but was unsure of these other feelings that were nothing to do with family affection. What to do, what to do? One thing experience had taught him was not to overthink things. Just let them work out in their own way and time.
Paul struggled to get his breath as he gasped out his reply.
"No way. You know it was a tie," and he raised his body, only to slump back to the grass again.
"OK, well whatever you say. I'm gonna grab a shower now before the water runs cold," said Aden as he let himself in and pulled off his trainers and sweaty shirt and began to climb the stairs to the bathroom.
Paul watched him go and admired his stamina and physique.
"I hope I look like that in twenty years time," he said to himself. He couldn't deny that for an older man his dad was really fit. He had a great back and a firm bum too. Those arse cheeks were good enough to eat.
This wasn't the first time he had found himself getting hot for his father and he rolled over onto his stomach to hide a growing erection. If only dad knew, he thought. He'd probably throw me out.
Paul struggled up on to his feet and after adjusting himself followed his dad indoors and upstairs. He stripped off on the way and knocked on the bathroom door with just a jock and a semi.
"Hey dad, give us a shout when you've finished," he called as he made his way to his bedroom. Shall I wank off now or when I'm in the shower, he mused? Or perhaps both. His cock certainly needed a workout too and his libido could take it. He knew he could cum at least twice in succession without a problem and often wanked in the shower at night and then in bed too before falling asleep. Shit, I'm just so horny all the time! he thought as he stuck his hand down the front of his jock and had a play. He was already fingering his bum crack (something he had recently experimented with and enjoyed ) when there was a knock on his bedroom door and Aden pushed his head round.
"Shower's fr... "
He stopped in mid sentence, not sure if what he had glimpsed was really happening. Had Paul been groping his cock and his bum? Or was he just scratching an itch?
"I've left you plenty of hot water. I'll get the food ordered so don't take too long."
He gave Paul a grin as the teenager's face reddened and the flush spread down his neck. Well he had certainly been up to something. Fuck he looked so cute and vulnerable when caught off guard without that cocky swagger he frequently had, that they all had, so far as he could see.
Aden closed the door on his way back to his own bedroom and thought about what he had witnessed. It could be nothing of course but if it was "something" then he should relax more and be himself. Perhaps he'd try a couple of beers tonight to loosen up Paul and see what happened.
