This story is told through the point of view of four characters: Americans Aaron (23) and Eric (28), Swedish Thomas (38) and Colombian Leo (23). Each section indicates the narrator.
Read the chapter 1 here:
https://literotica.com/s/becoming-the-man-of-the-house-1
LEO
The wind whipped through my hair as I gripped the handlebars of my new motorbike to go to the gym on a Sunday. It was the day that The Viking's Temple remained closed and I trained all by myself. Sundays were my special days, the days I looked forward the most, as they offered a unique opportunity for a solo workout, shirtless, my kingdom for the day.
The absence of the usual gymgoers gave me a sense of freedom. I cranked up my playlist, a blend of Latin trap and hip hop. On Sundays the mirrors were my audience. The long rows of mirrors lining the gym's walls would bear witness to my strength and sculpted body, reflecting my muscular form from multiple angles. I know it sound narcissistic, but I couldn't help but admire myself as I flexed, watching the sinews of my arms ripple with every movement. The ego boost was undeniable.
It had been three months since that incident during the camping trip, the incident that had prompted Thomas, my uncle and coach, to ask for some time alone. That one moment, that brutal cuckold scene in which I fucked his longtime boyfriend, had shattered the harmony we had built. The camping trip had been intended as a break, it was meant to be a time of camaraderie, of strengthening the bonds that held us together. And yet, the unexpected twist had thrown everything into disarray. I had crossed a line, a line I didn't even realize was there, and it had cost me the trust and closeness I had cherished with Thomas.
His departure from the campsite had been swift, his motorbike roaring to life as he left without a word. He needed space, he had said, to think and reflect on what had transpired. And as he sped away, his message to me was clear - he needed time, three months to be exact, to sort through his feelings and find a way to navigate the tangled emotions that had taken hold.
I had no way of knowing where Thomas had gone, where he had found solace during these months. His message had been cryptic, stating "everything would be good between us." But those words held a weight that lingered, a silent acknowledgment of the rift that had formed. I missed him. How I wish he hadn't insisted on competing with me. It would also help if my hormones weren't raging whenever I saw his muscular ass.
He had left me in charge of The Viking's Temple. I had always been a fast learner, both in business and in the gym. My business degree had come in handy when I took charge of the Temple. Aware of my potential, I had managed to secure multiple sponsorships for the gym during my step-uncle's absence. Through social media, I found an uncanny knack for marketing and promotion, turning the gym into a bustling hub of activity.
As I was about to leave the gym, the memories of Thomas' training sessions played like a montage in my mind. Little did I know that that particular day would mark a significant turning point in my journey. I heard the familiar jingle of keys at the front door. Could it be Thomas? Startled, I glanced towards the entrance, my heart pounding with surprise and anticipation. It was him. It was Thomas.
He stepped into the gym, looking even more rugged and masculine than I remembered. The red lumberjack shirt stretched over his broad chest, and his faded blue jeans clung to his powerful thighs. Even his beard seemed more impressive.
His face broke into a broad, warm smile as he dropped his bag on the floor. Without hesitation, he rushed towards me. I kept holding the barbell, my heart pounding with a mix of joy and relief.
"Leo!" Thomas exclaimed, his deep, resonant voice filled with happiness. "I've missed you, buddy." With a grin, I set the barbell down and, in one fluid motion, lifted Thomas off the ground, enveloping him a bear-hug. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders, and, for a moment, we held each other tight, the familiar scent of Thomas' body creating an atmosphere of reconciliation.
I finally set him down, and we both stood, catching our breath and holding each other at arm's length. "I missed you too, Thomas," I admitted. He nodded, his eyes locked onto me. "I'm sorry I was away for so long. It took me a while to figure some things out, but I'm back now."
"That's all that matters. The Viking's Temple isn't the same without you."
Thomas chuckled. "Well, it looks like you've done a pretty good job of keeping it in top shape."
And he still had no idea how much profit the gym had made last month. But Thomas continued. "Speaking of top shape... Your muscles have grown even more since I left. You've really been pushing yourself, haven't you?"
My chest swelled with pride as Thomas' hand reached out and lightly touched my chiseled pecs. "Yeah," I replied. "I've been working hard." Hard. His words and presence were making me hard elsewhere. I could feel the blood flow.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Thomas decided to make a point. He quickly removed his red lumberjack shirt, revealing a body that represented to me the apex of masculinity. Fuck.
"Take a look," Thomas said, gesturing to his own chest. "You've grown so much that you're my equal now." I felt a sense of accomplishment. I looked from my own reflection in the gym's mirror to Thomas's powerful physique. It was true. I had indeed reached a point where I could stand shoulder to shoulder with the strongest man I had ever met.
Of course the mirror didn't lie either, and the bulge in my shorts was much larger than the bulge in Thomas's pants. The perks of having a massive cock. This difference had been the cause of our rivalry and I didn't want to start it again. Not at that moment.
My keen eye caught the presence of two new tattoos on Thomas's body and I mentioned them to get that size difference out of my thoughts. "I see you've added a couple of new ink," I said, pointing to the tattoos. He looked down at his own skin, one hand resting on the skull tattoo that adorned his shoulder and then on the barbell tattoo on his forearm. "New beginnings, new chapters," he admitted.
When he finally caught a deep breath, I understood he was going to address the hurt and tension than had come between them. He began to speak, his voice carrying a mix of resolution and vulnerability. "Leo, when I saw you fucking Hassan in front of me, I felt a rush of emotions I couldn't control. I was angry, hurt, and confused. It was like a punch to the gut and I didn't know how to handle it." I listened attentively, knowing it was an important moment for us.
Thomas continued. "I decided to go on a road trip around Louisiana and then Florida to clear my head. I fucked lots of men, dozens of Latino men like you. If they were Colombian it was a plus. I wanted revenge. But it only made me realize that I was trying to fill a void that couldn't be filled that way."
