Daddy in Locktober Episode 1 Day 1

At six in the morning there are few people at the gym. It's a small, simple gym located on the ground floor of a mall. Fede stands watching from outside the few men who come at that hour to do their routines. They're all burly men; their bodies show the discipline and perseverance of someone who goes to the gym very early on a Thursday.

Fede is a 45-year-old man, hasn't exercised in years, medium build, arms flabby, a bit of a belly, and a thin back. His graying, unkempt hair, messy sideburns, and badly trimmed mustache make him look older than he is.

After watching the gym's dynamics from outside, he gathers courage and enters. A skinny young Latino barely twenty years old looks at him from the entrance counter, drowsy and bad-tempered, studying Fede carefully.

"Are you going to get a membership?" he asks rudely.

"No, I'm looking for Marco Gamboa," Fede says in his hoarse but timid voice.

"He's in his office, at the back of the gym," the kid tells him, jerking his head rudely to indicate where he should go.

The gym is very enclosed and Fede notices the strong smell of sweat in the air as he timidly passes among the muscular men amid the strident sound of techno music playing at full volume and the occasional clang of weights.

The office door is open. It's a small windowless office barely fitting a desk and a filing cabinet. Marco is sitting in front of his laptop.

He is a thirty-year-old man, white-skinned, with huge pecs tight in his white T-shirt. He's 1.70 m tall and has a bodybuilder's body, with a youthful face and a very fine nose.

"Marco?" Fede asks nervously in the doorway.

"Yes, what do you need?" Marco asks, closing his laptop and studying Fede up and down.

"I'm Fede," the forty-five-year-old responds, looking nervously behind him as if he wanted no one to hear him say his name.

"Come in and close the door," Marco orders, standing up. Fede enters the office and closes the door behind him; as he does, Marco stands between the desk and the filing cabinet.

Fede stays still, glued to the door after closing it. Marco looks at him for a second and signals with his head to the floor in front of him—"here"—he orders.

Fede hesitates for a few moments, then kneels in front of Marco, close to his body, his nose very near his black shorts.

Marco has huge, hairless, white, tremendously strong legs. As soon as Fede is on his knees in front of him, he grabs the back of his neck and presses his face against his shorts at cock level.

Fede grabs his legs, feels them: two enormous pillars of solid stone.

Marco rubs Fede's face hard against his shorts… Fede has never done this, has never been on his knees pressed against a man's body…

"Do you like cock?" Marco asks, breathing agitated, getting aroused with Fede's face in his crotch.

Fede doesn't dare say no; he thinks it's not a good ide...