Trapped for Xmas
Chapter One: "Snowed In"
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Christina Ross groaned as she opened the door to her son's prefered gym, trying to block her nose from the sheer smell of sweat that dominated the enclosed space. She could only hope that he son wouldn't take long.
"It reeks, huh?"
She was greeted by the familiar sight of another 'gym-rat's mother', who had become quite close to her Luke. Sticking her nose up a little, Christina nodded. "I have two teenager sons… so I have smelt what felt like city dumps before… yet I will never be used to a smell this bad…"
The woman, whose name Christina had learned recently was Georgia, just laughed. "You clearly haven't been in the staff room of a Police Headquarters… There is a reason that it's primarily males in the field."
"Thankfully no… your, uh Finn… is here on Christmas Eve, too?" The rich woman asked and glanced around.
On any other night the gym was packed of buff men and fit women, both of which often flirted with her or tried desperately to catch some attention. They often got it, with Christina admiring the muscular bodies and bulging shorts that her own husband sorely had lacked for the last thirty years. One personal trainer in particular had gotten a lot of attention from the rich women, who attempted to get relief after not seeing her husband in months due to filming. With the trainers shaven seven inch thin cock being enough to keep her satisfied, for now.
Even if he didn't last for long.
"Flynn… and yes, he refused to miss his workout…" Georgia sighed. "And his step-brother wasn't available to take him tonight, leaving me to sit here once more and wait…"
Pouting a little, the taller woman's shoulders slumped. "Oh pooh… I always look forward to chatting with Logan,"
'So you remember his name…' Georgia rolled her eyes at the uppity nature. Having a very clear idea of what 'chatting' was going on but knowing both were completely legal, Georgia only smirked. "Oh, he enjoys your chats as well… he is never as happy as when he comes back from one of your coffee 'chats'."
Smirking a little, Christina glaced around for her own son. Completely ignoring the other sexy dark-haired boy a little to the left as she spotted him on a weight machine, pumping a decent amount of iron. His face was flushed red, dripping with sweat and tired looking. But still going strong as his muscles tensed and flexed, lifting the weight. Luke was shirtless as usual, giving his sexy mother a great view of his tight, ripped chest with each repetition. His pecs and abs stretched and contracted, sleek with sweat and easily defining the sexy cracks between them.
She had to wonder how one of her sons had done something with their looks and the opportunities they were afforded. While smart, she had to admit, Ravi wasn't the hottest of boys despite having some slight looks. He could have been a lot hotter, if he had put in some simple effort.
At least she got one son, who cared about his looks and was very happy to show off when ever he got his chance.
Not to mention a daughter who had boys falling head over heels whenever she walked in the room. Zuri, meanwhile, took after her father's money making schemes of his youth. The boy that she had bagged however, had the potential. Just like his newly adopted older brother. Two hunky boys who would make fine son-in-laws and possibly join Luke in giving their new 'mother', a very interesting gift.
"So that's your Flynn? He's quite a handsome young man, isn't he?" Chewing her finger, Christina looked the buff teen up and down.
Looking over at her own sweaty son, who was wearing a gym singlet which was quickly drowning in the mass of sweat leaking from the teenage boy and showing off the muscular body underneath. With a smile, Georgia nodded. "He is… he has numerous girls already lining up for him… even if one has their claws in him already."
Chuckling in amusement, the other woman smirked. "Both little studs we have. You should hear all the sexting going on behind closed doors. Ugh, there's no end to those annoying beeps!"
"Oh, I know right… and the hours in the bathroom where you don't hear a flush nor water running as they perfect their underwear clad selfies…" Georgia agreed.
"I remember those moments… I just ended up hiring Luke a photographer!" Christina let out a laugh that sounded very unlike herself, surprised that she was connecting with a police woman she had in the past offered a few kind words only.
Remembering a previous conversation, Georgia raised a eyebrow. "Is that the one who got caught with some more risky photos of children, on their computer?"
Christina snorted.
"Oh heavens no. You think I didn't have background check after background check before hiring them? If they had any of that kind of thing, I would know and have you lot arrest them,"
"Well didn't you hire some chick to raise your kids for like four years from her being dropped off by a Taxi… I'm impressed, nothing happened before your little stud and his 'nanny'." Georgia teased, having heard Christina joke about his crush on the older girl.
Raising her eyebrow, Christina was surprised that Luke had mentioned Jessie again. He hadn't uttered her name in months. "Jessie you mean? Well I had her checked, too, before hiring. I hardly need to ask my staff any more, they just know to run the check! But I wouldn't be surprised if Lukey got up to a few things in her underwear drawer…"
"Well, I can't say that Flynn wouldn't have… and despite those checks… you still hired Bertram? Didn't he get fired for being lazy on every previous job…" Georgia chuckled, remembering the man's attempt to serve her morning tea, when she had been invited over for a 'getting to know you meeting'.
"Learning experience,"
Flynn approached the pair with a towel slung over his shoulder, having already wiped a little of sweat from his forehead. Like always, he offered Miss Ross a shy nod and licked his lips slightly.
"Sorry we're taking so long. Luke and I wanted to see who could hold out longer…" He breathed, eager to boast of his win.
"Well… Christina, I'm sorry to say… your spending Christmas here…" Georgia chuckled. "If our sons are competing, they will never stop…"
Luke rolled his eyes and snorted from the machine.
"And yet i'm the only one going! Stop perving on my mom and get your ass in gear, dork!" He stated smugly, pumping the weights to flex for the bisexual boy's enjoyment.
While he knew he would get hit by his mother, and did, Flynn couldn't stop himself. "Oh, if your mom let me… I could get both her and my ass into gear… if you catch my drift…"
That silly competition kept going for close to an hour before both teens gave out, almost at the same time. It was a little disheartening to have gone that late, and for both mothers to have been there already. Whoever won their little arguments per session serviced the other in the shower for proving that they were the real man. Even when he was straight, Luke could tolerate a cock putting him back into place every once in a while.
While he had originally doubted it, the younger teenager shocked the rich boy by having a cock that could manage it. Something that usually only found on his older men, like his father, the boyfriend of his old nanny and some of the gym buffs that want to 'making him a real man'. He was a little weirded out when some of then asked him to moan 'daddy' however and cut back on allowing men to put him back into place.
Until he had met, Flynn Jones.
Flynn always made sure to jerk him off while going at it hard, getting a load out of them both before washing up. But, after all, it was Christmas Eve and already late. They washed fast and left for the change rooms as soon as the sweat was washed away.
They didn't want to make their mothers wait longer.
But as soon as they had put on a pair of boxer briefs and Flynn had stepped into a pair of black and red sweatpants, all the power in the gym suddenly went out. Which included the heating system, sending a chill down the four spines. It caused a moment of panic, enough for Luke to allow a small girly squeal to escape him. The pair of buff boys had to feel their way around in the dark as to find the exit, back into the main room. Dimly lit by the hints of moonlight shining in from the window tops. But something solid and dark blocked anything below a few inches of the glass.
"M-Mom…? Why did it go dark?" Flynn called out to the darkness.
Using the small torch on her keychain to flood light in the slight direction of her son, Georgia replied. "Flynn, sweetie… how am I supposed to know!?"
Flynn sighed.
"Well if the police officer doesn't know… does anyone else?" He questioned.
Somewhat like a dunce, Christina piped up from the dark. "What didn't anyone else see the snow piling up out there?"
She was met by the cry of three voices. "It's snowing!"
"Yeah…? How long have you three been in here…"
"Long enough for it to snow, apparently." Georgia snorted.
It wasn't long in the darkness before the backup generator kicked in, but only with enough power to brighten up the room. Dimly, at that. It would be at least an hour before it managed to repower the building. Until then all that the four could do was stand around like popsicles and freeze to death. Particularly a pair of barely dressed teenage boys. One of which only had a pair of skin tight designed boxer briefs on.
"Did you forget the rest of your clothing boys?" Christina smirked, as the dim light allowed her to see the duo of boys.
"W-Well…" Luke stuttered, standing awkwardly just in his boxer briefs.
"You should have heard Luke squealing like a little girl in there when it blacked out!" Flynn burst out with laughter, nudging his friend's side. "'Oh no, help me Flynn, heeelp! Hold me tight!'"
Luke gave him a hard punch in the arm for that. "Don't be a bitch, while we're freezing."
"While possible for me… you know you can never stop being a little bottom bitch…" Flynn smirked. "Oh wasn't your mommy meant to know that."
That earned him a slap across the back of the head.
"And YOUR mommy didn't want to HEAR it!" Georgia said, despite the shock that Luke had bottomed to her son.
As far as she was aware, Luke was a straight stud.
"Oh come on mom… thought you would be proud… that I was the real man in this friendship…" Flynn teased, jumping back to avoid the smack his mother was attempting to give him.
"You don't wanna hear about all the times that Flynny hear has moaned daddy for me…" Luke cut in with a smirk.
He could almost feel the jealous rage as he got a high-five from his mother, who was glad to see that her son could take it and still give back, too. A versatile boy to her was always more impressive. Completely ignoring the fact that Flynn obviously did the same; he wasn't her son after all. Unfortunately.
Flynn simply snorted. "Seriously Ross? You're always moaning for your daddy to fuck your little boy hole… oh wait… that your real daddy…"
"FLYNN JONES!" Georgia screeched.
Despite the screech, Christina's eyes were focused solely on her son. Wondering if the younger boy was true, and that Luke had been taking his father's cock. It wasn't a bad thought, and would leave some room for her to punish both men in her life for playing behind her back. The least they could have done was invite her to join in the action. What was more concerning was the Morgan would have had to be home with Luke alone; her husband was almost never home and could hardly even spare time over the holidays throughout the year.
She would be lying to say that the thought of Luke moaning out 'daddy' while Morgan went at it hard from behind didn't make her wet.
"I don't know, Georgia… Maybe we should let them show us which one of them is telling the truth," Christina offered, eyeing up both the hunky teenagers.
But before the other woman could even respond, Luke already had Flynn pinned up against the wall. Shocking both mothers, his lips were firmly pressed up against Flynn's, stealing deep and almost needy kisses from the younger hunk. Their bodies were grinding together, their abs coming together before breaking apart and sharing sweat between both boys chests. Not only was it a jaw-droppingly hot sight to see, it gave the adult women a chance to compare their bodies.
Flynn's chest was thicker than the boy's kissing him, who was taller and more lean in his build; Flynn being broad shouldered and a stockier look. Although his abs were not as prominent, the smooth lines of muscles showed off better, stretched out a little further on his body. Luke's taller frame has tighter, more compact muscles and did not have the sexy treasure trail on the boy he was pinning to the wall, their pink lips sliding across one and others. What Georgia and Christina could both agree on, was that both boys had a similar bulge in their pants. Only Luke's was tenting larger as Flynn was still in his sweats.
With his hands tracing up the younger boy's body, Luke's lips and teeth attacked Flynn's lips a little roughly.
"Mm, think you can top me Flynn? You know you can't handle a straight boy unless he lets you…" He growled and thrust his hips against Flynn.
The broad-shouldered boy whined slightly, his knees buckling just slightly. "Mm, you… I mean… uh,"
"Fuck you're a submissive bitch," Luke roughly crashed their lips back together.
Georgia was watching in complete shock, and trying not to be turned on at the sight of her son and another boy going at it like that. Her outgoing and domineering little boy was being pinned and taken over by some sexy rich brat, who himself was only wearing underwear.
But as strong was the tug to stop the dirty act, she merely could not bring herself to even step forward.
Christina, meanwhile, felt no need to stop them.
In fact, she was actually reaching into her short dress to rub her twitching clit through a pair of now soaked black lace panties. Highly aroused by her straight son's acts of using Flynn's body.
"Ar-are… you going to allow this!?" Georgia asked, feeling a little flushed.
"I don't see why not. You have got to admit that it's getting cold in here, hun." Christina replied without looking away from the teens. "If those two want to warm up like that, then I have no problem with it… Neither should you with such a sexy son like that; almost as good as his big brother,"
Again she was biting a knuckle to keep from moaning aloud.
Imagining herself between those sexy boys, her son's hunkwidge, was making Christina want to strip then and there to join them. It wasn't like those sexy twinks would tell her know. She had seen them both staring at her ass before, and Luke always had his camera strapped around his neck whenever she was wearing something skimpy or managed to drag the blond out for a day by the pool. Possibly posing a little to give her son some relief once they got home and he could drool over the photos.
"Mm, seems like you know how to take control Lukey…" The woman moaned softly.
After a long battle against his own lust, Flynn broke free of the seductive pin and snorted. His biceps flexed while getting behind Luke and shoving him in place. That fine rich boy ass jutting out, Flynn's for the taking; and he made sure to make Luke know it as his hand came down against the soft yet somewhat firm ass cheeks.
He was a little disappointed that his rich boytoy didn't moan, instead he was met by a smug grin as Luke leaned against the wall.
"Is that seriously all you got pussy? Maybe I should show both our moms who a real man is, since you clearly cant satisfy her with that weak ass spank…" Winking at their mothers, Luke undressed them both with his eyes.
Mentally he could picture Miss. Jones in a very skimpy police outfit. Her large breasts tightly pressing to her chest in a blue crop-top with a golden badge on her chest; the words 'Naughty Bitch' inscribed on the surface. Trailing a little ways down the freckled teen pictured a pair of short shorts, a thick black baton hoisted to the side. Her ass was perfectly in those shorts, and Luke could easily find himself drooling over it. But what was really getting him off was the pair of fluffy pink handcuffs hanging from her finger. Swinging around as she leaned over and cooed for her 'Bad boy'.
"You're not touching my mom!" Flynn warned with another spank.
"Of course not, dude!" Luke grinned slightly, "Your mom is going to be touching me…"