I stood up from the counter just as Mr. Bryant had finished cleaning up. He came around the island and we stood face to face for a few brief moments. He looked down and acknowledged my erection with a smirk. He could see it clearly in the stretched-out basket of his white briefs.
“I take it you’ll need some clothes for today too?” he asked.
I nodded and he waved for me to follow him. I watched his taut ass perfectly framed by his underwear. We entered his room and the sight of his bed made my cock start leaking.
He was digging through his drawers while I stood there leaking into his underwear. He looked over at me, then down at the growing spot where my cockhead was pressed against the fabric.
“Goddamn, son. We’re going to need to get you a fresh pair of those too. You think you can force that monster down? Or at least stop him from leaking?” he asked.
I looked at my best friend’s hunk of a father standing before me in his underwear and almost started laughing. There was no way I’d ever get control of my cock around him dressed like that.
“It’s hard to control myself around you, Mr. Bryant. Especially…when you’re dressed like that,” I said.
He looked down at the large package in his boxer briefs. He tugged at it causing me to leak more precum.
“I think I need to get off before we go,” I said while looking toward our feet.
“We don’t have time for that, son. We’re down to five minutes,” he said.
I hesitated for several moments. I was unsure how he’d react to what I wanted to say but the hormones violently surging through my body clouded my judgment.
I looked up from the ground into his face and said, “It won’t take more than a minute if you do it.”
Regret instantly washed over me, and I almost turned around and left. It was one thing for him to let me suck him off. But to ask him to jerk me off? I was afraid that had crossed a line. He reacted far better than I’d expected though. He laughed and again tugged at his junk lightly.
“I’m flattered, Drew. Really, but…” he said but trailed off.
He could see the disappointment on my face as I practically begged, “Please?”
“Alright, fine…,” he said hesitantly. “I guess I do owe you for last night. Which was incredible by the way.”
I looked up into his eyes and smiled as he said, “Get those off and get on the bed. We’re running out of time.”
“Yes, sir,” I said in a sort of mocking tone. Mr. Bryant just laughed in response.
I immediately slid his underwear from my lean frame and jumped onto his bed, naked and hard. I lay on my back and slid up towards the pillows where he sat the night before.
He looked over and smiled as he peeled off his bright, white shirt. “Don’t want you getting this dirty,” he said with a smirk.
His hairy, muscular pecs bounced slightly as he walked over to the side of the bed. He reached over and touched my cock for the first time. His grip was light at first as if feeling it out. Seeing his large hand on my average-sized cock turned me on. He could fit almost the entire length in his palm except for my sensitive head which stuck out above his fist. He moved his other hand to lightly cup my balls and I almost came right then.
Even though we were short on time, I wished that moment would have lasted forever. Mr. Bryant was shirtless and bulging in his tight underwear while leaning over me and lightly stroking my cock as he fondled my balls.
He had jacked me off for maybe 30 seconds, and I was already fighting off going over the edge. I lied when he asked if I was close.
“Not quite actually. Maybe if you take those off, it might speed things up,” I said.
He looked down at his nearly naked body then back up and me. He smirked then shook his head slightly before releasing my cock and balls, hooking his thumbs into his waistband, and slowly sliding his underwear down until his long, flaccid cock appeared inch by inch.
“Only because we’re short on time,” he said as he continued.
Finally, the head of his cock appeared and the whole thing rolled over to the side slightly as he stepped out of his underwear. He stood up again, leaned over, and gripped my cock once more. His hand slid up and down with ease as I was a continually leaking faucet of precum. The sound of his wet hand sliding up and down my shaft mixed with my ragged breathing filled the room.
As I watched Mr. Bryant’s soft cock and low-hanging balls jostle around slightly with his movements, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I looked up into his handsome face and said, “I’m going to cum, Mr. Bryant.”
He didn’t say anything in response but focused his large hand on the top portion of my cock. The sensitive area was tingling with urgency, and I could feel my balls tighten up to my body in his grip.
I felt the deep building suddenly spill over and I threw my head back and groaned loudly. I could feel my cock pulsating wildly in Mr. Bryant’s grip and felt intermittent drops of cum painting my chest and abs.
“You weren’t kidding about being a minute man. Strong work,” Mr. Bryant said with a smile. I looked down to see a sizeable load splattered across my smooth, toned body.
Mr. Bryant released my slowly deflating cock and reached down to pick up his boxer briefs from the floor. He used them to wipe some of my load from his fingers then balled it up and threw it toward me.
“Use this to clean yourself up. These are your clothes for today,” he said as he patted a stack of folded clothes.
I quickly wiped the fresh cum from my body and stood up. Mr. Bryant was already stepping into shorts.
I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear as he pulled up the shorts.
“Going commando to the gym, Mr. Bryant?” I asked.
“These have a built-in liner. Keeps my manhood out of the way better so it doesn’t get caught in the harness,” he said. “You learn from experience, unfortunately.”
I laughed as I stepped into the underwear he’d laid out for me. I looked down as I realized he’d given me another pair of briefs. I slid them on and realized they were much smaller than the ones he’d given me the night before.
“Forgot I bought those for Chris a while back when he started high school wrestling. He hated them so they were just sitting in the back of my closet. Figured those might keep you a little more contained for the next few hours,” Mr. Bryant said as he chuckled to himself. He slipped on his clean, white shirt again and stepped out of the bedroom.
I quickly dressed and we were soon on the road to the climbing gym. It was only a short drive from our neighborhood, and we pulled into the parking lot just in time.
“Alright, you’re Chris today,” he said handing me his son’s gym pass.
***
We signed a lot of forms (all of which I signed as Chris Bryant), were shown the facilities including the locker room, and finally were brought out to the floor to get our harnesses on.
The instructor, a guy a little older than me, started to assist Mr. Bryant but it was clear that he knew what he was doing so the instructor said, “Can you get your son strapped up? I need to check in another group.”
“Sure thing,” Mr. Bryant said as the instructor walked away. Mr. Bryant hoisted up his hefty package before securing the last part of his harness. He turned around to see me watching intently. His incredible manhood was framed by the straps, and it protruded almost obscenely. My mouth suddenly filled with saliva, and I swallowed hard.