When Dad Got Out of Prison

Chapter One

My early childhood was a pretty happy one. Mom, Janice, was a housewife and my Dad, Hank, worked on the Railroad as a Conductor. We had a nice house in the suburbs of Houston, Richmond, and even though Dad was gone 3 - 4 days a week he always had time for me. My name is Bobby and I was their only child and yet I wasn't all that spoiled. I had chores to do and I took my role as "man of the house" while my Father was away very seriously. My parents both beamed at my maturity and self reliance. Since we only needed one car and the house was modest but in a great neighborhood my Father was able to pay the 30 year mortgage in 10 years. I was twelve when we owned the house free and clear. It was 1972. This meant that my Mom could trade in her 8 year old Pontiac station wagon for something a little more modern. My parents decided on a Ford Torino. It was pretty cool for those days and would later be made famous in the TV series Starsky and Hutch. (I had the hots for Starsky, he reminded me of my Dad, from the moment the show came on the air...but that's another story). Dad also owned his family's home in Dayton, Texas. His parents left it to them when they died in a car crash in the mid-sixties. The house was on a 5 acre piece of property set off from the main road. There was a gas station/garage in front of it right on a main road. It had all been closed up once his parents were gone but Dad never had the heart to sell it. My parents became pretty much like all parents did in the mid-seventies. They threw their Friday night cocktail parties in our finished basement. It had dark wood and a built in bar with a billards table. The theme was basically fake spanish. Or as I like to remember it "excess spanish". Complete with gold glass lamps and green crused velvet cushions on thick dark wood benches. And off to the side there was a guest bedroom complete with privacy and its own bathroom. Let's just say that the bedroom got used as much as the rest of the basement did during their cocktail parites. Usually by more than just two people. Yep, the seventies was a time to explore one's self, my parents seemed to be doing a lot of exploring. The drinking was usually only contained to the social gatherings. My Dad had a beer or two while working on the yard but never really went beyond that. The seventies brought something else along with it. Cocaine. And my parents were always the best hosts. Providing a little something extra at their parties was just polite. By 1975 beyond the booze and the sex there would always be a little bowl of powder at the end of the bar with the tinest little spoon. The bowl was usually empty by the next morning but the bedroom was full. My parents tried to shield me from their parties as much as possible and would make sure I was in bed by 10 pm before things really got out of hand. Even at fifteen I would be faking sleep by ten. By midnight I would throw on a pair of shorts and go into the back yard and peek in the basement windows with the bushes as my cover. My favorite window was the bedroom window of course where I got to watch all the action going on. Fueled by drink and cocaine the party goers were getting it on with whomever decided to come through the bedroom door. And the action wasn't limited to opposite sex pairings. Three, four or even six people in a bunch on the bed exploring each other like it was their first time. As far as I can tell Mom only entered that room very rarely and usually was paired off with one or two people. She wasn't much for the cocaine either. Explaining why her inhibitions were not as lowered as the rest of the guests. But Dad on the other hand. When he dove in he dove in the deep end. Men, Women, it didn't matter and he made a stop at the bowl at the end of the bar as much as anyone else did if not more. My old man would be up till six in the morning sometimes having sex with who ever wanted to till everyone was spent. The next day things were always very quite around my house. Party attendees would always be gone by eight am and my parents would sleep the day away. My Mom always somehow made it up to their bedroom upstairs on the second floor but Dad never left the basement usually till Saturday evening after he woke up. He would usually just pass out naked wherever the last sexual encounter was. This, of course, gave me chances to satisfy my curiosity and check my Dad out pretty well. Once he was out there was no waking him for hours. Dad was about 5'10", 180 lbs with olive skin and muscular. He had a medium hairy chest with a treasue trail to his groin and hairy legs. His cock was full and thick with low hanging balls. I would gaze at him for a long time but never touch. I was too damn scared. By 1976 or so the parties were winding down and were not as well attended as they had been in the past. But other things were changing too. My Mother was becoming very angry at my Father all the time and my Father seemed to be zoned out and nerveous most of the time when he was home. I found out later that the cocaine had become a bit of a habit with him. His drinking was very under control almost non-exsistant at this point. But the coke was another matter. One night, fueled by coke, my Dad had enough of Mom being a bitch to him and he stormed out. He was pretty high but not drunk. The next morning we got a phone call from jail. Dad had had an accident and he caused another person in another car injury. The injury was not life threating but it would take a while for the person to heal. To make matters worse the cops found a baggie of cocaine on the seat next to my Dad. In 1976 the war on drugs had not made its way into the mainstream yet but there was still stiff penalities for possession. My parents had enough money to get a good lawyer. Dad was looking at a 4 year sentence with 10,000 dollar fine. The lawyer got it reduced to a 2 year sentence with 2 years probation and 5000 dollar fine. His fee of course was about 5000 dollars. So right after my 16th birthday, and soon after my Dad's 35th birthday, my father was sent to the state prison for his two year sentence. Six months later, not being able to "cope" with a husband in prison, my Mother filed for divorce. He did not contest it from jail. She got the house and the car and as soon as the divorce was final a new husband. A widower from down the street that used to come to the parties. I was only able to write to my Dad as the prison was too far away and my Mother refused to make the trip. It was the worse two years of my life. And living with my mother, who had since become a devoted Christian, was becoming hell for a teenager. I counted the days till my Father's release. When I was 17 I had a part time job and was able to scrap enough money together to buy a 1972 Pinto. It wasn't the best car around but it was cheap and it got me around. Mom pretty much controlled when I was able to drive it and where. A few weeks after I turned 18 and about a month before I graduated I got a letter from my Dad that would change my life. He was being released in about a month. Right after my graduation and unfortunately he would miss it. He said he was going to go ahead and live at the Dayton house and try to open back up the gas station and work as a mechanic like his Dad did. He couldn't get back on at the railroad now so this seemed logical. He also asked me if I would come up and see him and maybe spend the summer with him. Dayton was about 65 miles away and I would have to leave when Mom wasn't around because I knew she wouldn't go for it. She didn't trust my Dad anymore but I wrote him back right anyway and said I would do my best to be with him over the summer. In four weeks I would be on my way to Dayton, Texas.

Chapter Two

Since it was my graduation the four weeks flew by. I was under some pressure too from my Mom to decide what I was going to do in the fall. Wrestling in High School didn't bring in any scholarships, I wasn't good enough. (At least I got a tight little body on my 5'8" frame.) But I had already been accepted at the local branch of the State University that I had not fully committed to yet. My Mom was still worried about the draft for some reason. It was 1978 and although we had to register there was no wars going on so there didn't seem to be anything to worry about. My part time job was also asking if I wanted to go full time during the summer. I was not committing anything there either which was making my boss anxious. Full time hours would be nice but I would miss out on the summer with my Dad. Well Dad made all the decisions for me. One week after graduation he called. Thankfully Mom was at a lunchen and her husband was at work. When I answered the phone I didn't know who it was at first. It had been a full two years since I heard his voice but even at that his voice sounded deeper and more masculine than it already was. "Bobby, it's Dad" He said when I answered. "Dad!!" I yelled into the phone. "I wasn't expecting you to call so soon." "Well believe it or not I left the phone on at the Dayton house all these years so I didn't have to wait to hook it up or nothing. I'm here now. Took me a while to get here since there was no one to pick me up when I got out but I'm here now." "Gosh Dad, I'm sorry, I wish I could have been there to get you. But you know Mom would have had a cow and then some." "I know son. Speaking of which, how's it looking for you coming out for the summer, did she agree?" "I haven't asked Dad" I said in a very low voice, almost a whisper. "What? Bobby, don't you still want to come, I thought you said you did." he said in disbelief. "I didn't want to start a scene Dad. I was waiting till I was 18 to break it to her and then after that it was graduation and work and I hardly saw her. And besides. I figure I'm 18 now so what's the big deal. I'll take off one morning and leave a note. She has the number there. She can call if she wants." I was stern. "Son, I don't know. Your Mom is a force when she gets stirred up. But like you said, you're 18, and it's not like you're running away. You're just going to your Dad's house. So, you do what you want, but you still want to come right?" "I was just waiting for the all clear from you Dad. I'll leave tomorrow afternoon. I'm not going to tell anyone, not even work, till I am at your place. I don't want anything to stop me. I miss you Dad." "Oh son, I miss you too, I'm happy you want to come out here. Get a map so you don't get lost. It's about an hour, hour and a half, or so. Make sure you have gas money." he said. "Alright Dad. See you tomorrow night. I love you." "Love you too Bobby." I got off the phone and started to get some stuff together. I was going to hide as much as I could in the back of the Pinto now and then take the rest when I left tomorrow. Mom would be working her part time job tomorrow and her husband would still be at work too. I was so excited I barely could sleep. In the morning I woke up around 7:30, just in time to hear my Mom's husband leave for work. I got up and went down for breakfast. My Mom was in the kitchen. "Bobby, good, you're up, I'm leaving around 10 to do a few errands before I go in to work. I get off around six. I'm sure you're working tonight so I was hoping to see you for a little while." "Ok. That's cool. I was probably going to try to get some more sleep anyway. I'm supposed to be in at 3 today." "Well I figured you would go back to bed after I left." she laughed, "Can you at least get the back lawn mowed before you leave. That would be a big help." "Sure Mom, actually I'll do it right now and get it out of the way, it's cooler anyway." I got up to finished getting dressed. As I was walking out of the room I saw the look of surprise in Mom's eyes. It was the least I could do since I wouldn't be here to do it later. After I finished the lawn I got inside just as Mom was getting herself together to leave. It was already 9:30. "Bobby, I'm leaving now, I figured I'd stop by the dry cleaners too. Behave and I'll see you later." "Alright Mom. Have a good day at work." "You too dear. Bye." As soon as that door closed I stripped down and got into the shower. My plan was going to be executed earlier than expected. After my shower I threw on a pair of cut off's and a pair of sneakers without socks. (I gave up wearing underwear a couple years ago but still threw some in the hamper so Mom wouldn't find out). I left my shirt off for now. I cleaned up my room as quick as possible. I wanted to leave it nice for Mom since I was not exactly being nice. I put away everything I wanted to leave and packed all the cloths I wanted to take. The house was getting hot and I was already beginning to sweat. I was almost ripe already and I just got out of the shower. Oh well. In an hour my room was cleaner than it had been in ten years. All my cloths were packed as well as my stereo. I put my bike in the basement. That should be it. I even took my dirty cloths. The last thing was to leave Mom a note. Mom, Dad called. He is at the Dayton house. I couldn't wait to see him so that's where I am. I'm going to spend some time with him. I hope you're not too mad. The phone number there is the same as its always been. Love you, Bobby. That was it. I was out of there. I left the house at noon. It took me a little over an hour to get to Dayton. Dad told me to take Hwy 321 north. The station sat on the highway about 6 miles from Dayton. About ten minutes later I saw it. The Esso sign was gone. There were a lot of weeds in the parking lot. The pumps were gone too. As I was pulling up I saw a very muscular man inside the garage. His head was shaved and he had no shirt on. My first thought was that Dad hired someone to help him clean the place up. As I pulled in the guy turned around. Beyond the shaved head and a now bushy mustache that face belonged to my Dad. I stopped the car and stared. He must have put on 10 more pounds of muscle. He wasn't Charles Atlas but he was built. He didn't have a six pack either but he was solid. "BOBBY!" Dad yelled as he realised it was me. He started to walk out of the garage and to the car. I got out, still in shock because of his new look, and stood there. Dad came up to me and threw his arms around me and hugged me tight. He was warm, almost hot, and the scent of him was strong. My Dad had become a walking fantasy come true. I took that moment to realise that I was going to have to be carefule around Dad. I knew already that he had a power over me. I was weak with it. He was everything I wanted to be and then some. A powerful masculine man. When Dad let me go I had to lean back on the car. "You alright son?" a look of concern came over his face. "Yea Dad. It's the heat. Riding all that way in the hot car took some out of me. I just need some water." I covered. "Well let's get you up to the house then. Hop in the passenger seat and I'll drive you up to the house." He took the keys from me. I got in the passenger side after throwing some stuff in the back seat. As I was doing so I saw Dad get into the drivers seat. He was dressed to like me except without a tee shirt. His shorts were a bit tighter and shorter than mine as well. Since his shorts were so tight his box was well defined. You could see the head of his cock. His shorts seemed damp with sweat too. By the time I sat in the seat I realised I was getting a bit hard. Careful Bobby, careful!!

Chapter Three

We got up to the house and it was in pretty bad shape. Half the windows were still boarded up and the porch needed some boards replaced and the whole place definetly needed to be painted. The property was all over grown and it barely looked like anything had been done in years. I guess Dad saw the look on my face. "The estate paid the bills all this time Bobby but no one has been out here since I went in. The phone was paid for but there was no electricity, water or gas on for years. I got the electricity and water turned on yesterday but the gas company said they would be out to check the lines Monday before they turned it back on. So no hot water. But all the furniture is still in there under an inch of dust." I also saw Grandpa's old Chevy truck was still parked in the garage like I remembered it being there when I was a kid and Dad brought me here to check on the place. "No ones lived here in about 13 years son so its going to take some work to get it completely liveable. If you can't take it I'll understand." Dad said as he parked the car and was getting out. I got out right behind him. "Dad this is a great old house. I think we could do wonders with it. Grand pa always took such good care of it that's why its lasted like it did. It just needs some TLC...well ok...a lot of TLC" I laughed. When we got into the house it was just as I remembered it. I don't think anything has changed since Dad's parents died. The living room was dusty and full of cobwebs. It would take a lot of cleaning itself. We walked into the kitchen which was surprisingly clean. "Want a beer Bobby? A little celebration of us being back together. You're eighteen and you're not going anywhere so what you say?" Dad opened the old refridgerator and I was surprised to see it was full of food and beer. Once again Dad saw the look on my face and said, "Mr. Jenkins, Mom and Dad's lawyer, well I guess mine too, took me to the store yesterday. The old Chevy needs a lot of work before I can get it going again but I think I'm going to get a new truck anyway as soon as I get settled." "So Dad, I guess I hate to ask, but how are you going to do all this without a job. Mom got the house, the car, the bank accounts. I don't mean to be nosey but did you take a mortgage out on this place or something?" Dad looked at me with some amusement and answered, "Your Mom got our joint bank accounts. I had an account with Mr. Jenkins from my parents estate. Your Mother was not entitled to any of it if she filed for divorce, which she did, per the stipulation of the will my parents left. She knew that but the way we used to live, well I think she had some things of her own to work out, she decided to move on. No hard feelings. But anyway, there is plenty of money Bobby if that's what your worried about. Enough to live on for a long time but I have to do something so I'm gonna sharpen my wrench." the he laughed and took a pull on his long neck. "Have a beer son and relax. I'm just so happy you're here, I was afraid of being lonely." Dad grabbed me under his arm and gave me another hug. I didn't remember him being that physical with me before. "So you talking about the parties Dad?" I took a drink on my beer after I asked. Was kinda nerveous about his answer. "Well yes son. I guess I mean the parties. But you were too young to know about what went on." "Well, I wasn't that young Dad. I remember you sent me to bed before the parties really got going. By the time I was fifteen I would sneak out to the backyard at around midnight and look through the windows." I said in almost a wisper. "Why you little son of a gun. What did you see? You just look through the family room's window?" he asked with some concern in his voice. He looks a bit guilty. Do I tell him the truth or play innocent. I thought the truth would be better. "I saw pretty much everything...sometimes staying out there till everyone left in the morning and Mom went upstairs to your bedroom." Dad's eyes were wide open with surprise and then he got up and went to the refrigerator to get another beer. He was sweating some more too, not that it was cool in the old house by any means, even with the windows open it was really hot. "So you saw in the bedroom when I was in there or when your Mom was in there or both or what?" He looked unsure of this conversation. "Well both Dad but mostly you. Mom wasn't into it like you were. She seemed to be only into the guy she married during those parties. You were into everyone." I laughed a bit but sheepishly. "Well yea son, well about that, I...well.." He tried to explain. "I get it Dad. Your sort of a free spirit, into both women and men, whatever comes along. It's cool" I tried to save him. "You're ok with that son. I mean no one wants his Father to be like that. And then get sent to prison for possesion. I really screwed things up." He sounded kind of sad. "Not with me Dad. Maybe with Mom and the railroad. But never with me." I looked him in the eyes when I said it. I meant it. I loved him more than anyone else on the planet. I needed him also to know that I was ok with him so he would be ok with me. "Besides you gave a good performance, it was sort of educating." I laughed. With that Dad looked up and smiled. "You're old man did know how to have fun. Educating huh? No wonder I never had to give you the birds and the bees talk. You got a full lesson by accident. But the bit with the other men didn't bother you son?" "Not at all Dad. I understand." I looked him in the eye again. He looked at me in disbelief. Then he got up and got his third beer...still kind of nerveous. "Well son, I don't want to shock you or anything, but I always leaned more towards men, um, sexually. I guess i aught to be straight with you about it since you'll be living here. Being in prison with all those guys, well, that just cemented the fact that I like the company of men better. And since I may have some buds visiting over the summer I wanted to tell you and be honest. I'm probably pretty much gay son." He looked up at me waiting for a reaction. My stud father, rough and rugged now, a wet dream, is telling his son, who pretty much knows he's gay, that he is gay. But I need to hold off on telling him, I need to be sure he'll be as ok with me as I am with him. "I don't care what you are Dad. You're my Dad and I love you and I want to spend as much time with you as I can." "That's great son. That's great. I was really worried you'd find out and head tail it home and never see me again." he looked releaved. "Not going to happen Dad. But what about prison made you decide what you are?" His eyes went wide again. "Well son. I don't know if I should really get into that." "Dad, I saw you stick your cock in another man's ass while you were making out with a woman. I don't think you could shock me too much." "Son! Well, I guess you got me there. It was some good parties. But, ok, well, when I first got to prison I was teamed up with some old guy. So it was pretty boring. Well he got released about six months later. I missed him a bit. We were pretty good friends by the time he left. Well within a week I got a new cell mate. He was young. Real young. Just turned nineteen. He was in for possession too. He was caught right after he bought it from his dealer. The dealer was being watched. Anyway. His name is Neal. He was a football player in high school. Quarterback. Tight little body. Only about 5' 10". Well we got along but I made the rules. I was bigger and stronger. He looked up to me. Well, I protected him too, and he took care of me. If you know what I mean. Well we became kinda lovers. We slept in the same bunk. You know." I knew what he meant and I was hard as a rock. I couldn't stand up right now if I tried. I had to hear more of the story. But I think Dad will need some more beers to tell details. But Dad stayed away from too many details. Instead we talked about his plans for the gas station. Well sans the gas. He was just going to make a garage out of it and take care of the locals. By 5pm we had moved out to the front porch. Out back there was no porch or deck or nothing, just a stoop. But on the front porch there were a couple of old "web" lawn chairs that were comfortable enough. It was great just to visit with Dad and get to know him again. Of course the view was pretty good too. He had long tossed off his tennis shoes and his big feet were constantly moving around. The cut offs he had on were barely containing his package. I swear I saw a ball once or twice while he moved around. He also like to have one hand behind his head while the other one held his beer. I guess he was airing out his pits but it gave me a new fetish I didn't know I had. I just wanted to dive into those pits and smell them, maybe lick them too, because I already knew I liked the male odor. Once he got up to piss off the porch and when he came back to sit down he left the top two buttons of his cutoffs open. It was almost all I could take. "Son, I got a frozen pizza in the fridge. Would that be enough for tonight. With this heat I'm not up to really fixin' too much", Dad brought me out of my trance. "That's fine Dad. I know what you mean. Between the heat and the beer I'll be ready for bed in no time.", then the thought crossed my mind and I asked, "Where am I sleeping by the way?" Dad laughed, "Well Bobby you got a choice...the master bedroom is clean and the bed is a bit lumpy but still comfortable. However, the guest bedrooms are a mess. And then there is the couch. So you can bunk with me or we need to dust off the couch." I laughed, a bit nerveously, but it was cool, "Well that's easy, do you snore?" I laughed again. "Well there is one thing I don't know son, I can never hear myself snore" he said as he got up, "I'm going to throw that frozen pizza in the oven. Stay comfortable. This is the most comfortable room in the house, I need to get a room air conditioner for the bedroom." and with that he went inside. The rest of the evening was uneventful. We ate and drank on the front porch and then decided to call it a night around 10 pm. "Let's get some sleep Bobby and then tomorrow we can go shopping. Maybe the first thing is a truck. I'm not going to be able to bring much home in that Pinto." I followed him in and he locked the door behind us. I got my toothbrush out and headed for the bathroom...which was old but useable...and realized I was going to miss hot water. Dad was already in the bedroom with the bedside lamps on. I walked into the bedroom and the first thing I noticed was Dad's cutoffs on the floor by the side of the bed he was on. I know, from seeing his buttons open earlier, that he was not wearing underwear. Neither was I for that matter. So that meant my stud of a Dad was laying in bed naked. "I guess we should talk about something else son" Dad said when he noticed my glancing at his shorts, "I'm pretty casual, but if anything ever bothers you, you need to let me know. I'm a bit of a pig, not real big on cleaning or dressing" he laughed, "but I don't want you to be uncomfortable so lets keep the communication open. I'm flexible. But sleeping in this heat the only thing I want on me is a thin sheet. You ok with that?" "Sure Dad. I've been sleeping naked since those parties. I jacked off in the backyard and went to bed naked afterwards." Oh those beers seem to hide some inhibitions, but I hope that's all that will slip out of my mouth. "Good son. I hate cloths. All I wore inside was the coveralls they gave us, nothing else. I like freeballing and I used to wear the coveralls off my shoulders. Love showing off." Dad laughed as he laid his head on the pillow. "Good night son, I'm happy your here, love you" and he started snoring a few minutes later. I undressed and climbed into bed. Before I knew it it was morning. I lifted my head, it hurt, and my mouth was dry. I heard Dad in the bathroom pissing in the toliet. I put my head back down as he walked in. "Hurting son?" He smiled. "A little bit Dad, not bad." I noticed he was still naked. The man was hot. That's when I also notice I had morning wood. "Well good son. Let's go into town and get breakfast and then go to the Chevy dealer. I have my eye on a truck and wouldn't mind getting it today." Dad grabbed his shorts off the floor and headed to the kitchen. I got up and grabbed my shorts and headed to the bathroom. I thought about a shower and then thought of the cold water. Thought against it. I just brushed my teeth and headed towards the kitchen. Dad was getting some coffee together in just his cutoffs. He hadn't even bother closing the buttons yet..his cock was half out. "We'll have a cup of coffee then head out ok son?" "Sure Dad." We had our coffee and each grabbed a tee shirt and our tennis shoes. Dad asked me to drive and we ended up at a Dennys. Had breakfast and talked a bit more. Then we headed for the Chevy Dealership. I guess Dad had already talked to someone. It was on the phone and you could tell the guy wasn't impressed. He took one look at us in our crappy cloths and I'm sure we stunk and he dismissed any sale today. But Dad had eyed a truck and he intended to buy it. 1979 3/4 ton regular cab 4x4 brand new. It was Black and real shiny. The salesperson asked why he was interested in a 4x4 since they didn't sell many in this part of Texas but Dad said that he just wanted one. The salesman seemed to be bored but went along with Dad since it was slow. Dad said he was willing to pay the sticker if the man acted like he was interested. The man's face blinked into surprise and he asked Dad how he was planning to pay for it. Dad pulled out his check book wrote a check for 500.00 dollars over the sticker price and handed it to the salesman. "You have your manager call the bank then write it up. I'll be waiting here with my boy, but not for too long, and I expect this truck to be even shinier than it is now." The salesman looked at the check and then at my Dad again and turned to head to the Manager's office. It took exactly five minutes before a lot man came and got the truck. Dad turned and asked the man what he was doing. "I'm going to get it ready for delivery sir. Some guy just bought it." and he hoped in the truck and took off. Just then the salesman came back with a whole new attitude. Shock my Dad's hand and asked if Dad would come in and sign some papers. With in the hour the truck was Dad's and I was following him to the appliance store. We went in and Dad knew the owner from High School. "Sam! How you doing bud." Dad said as he approached a man about his age but no where built as Dad. "Great Hank! God how long has it been? You look healthy!" Sam said. Kind of a geek really. Bad suit from Sears I'm guessing. "I see you took the shop over from the old man eh? How is he anyway." Dad asked. "Well he died last year actually" Sam said with a sad voice. "I'm sorry man. Didn't know. So the shop is yours then eh?" "Yea as well as the trailer park on the east side of town. It pretty much runs itself but I'm always looking for help on the grounds. Is this your boy?" "Hell I'm sorry, sure is, Bobby this is Sam. We hung out a bit in High School. Sam, Bobby." Dad was grinning obviously proud to have a son to introduce. "Well good to meet you Bobby. You here for the summer?" "Yes sir. Here to help Dad out." "Well if you need to earn some more money I could use a strong young guy at the park. If your Dad can let you loose that is?" "Sure Sam. I think we would probably drive each other nuts under each other feet all the time. If he wants to that would be great." Dad said. "What's it involve sir?" I asked. "Not much really son. Just need someone out there twice a week to collect payments at the office and to check on the property. Maybe a little grass cutting and stuff, whatcha say?" Sam had the same smile the salesman at the Chevy dealership had. "Sure, when do I start?" "Tomorrow if your Dad can spare you." "You bet" said Dad. So that was that. A part time job and a new life. "Meanwhile Sam. I need three air conditioners. One for the main part of the house and two for bedrooms." "Got just what you need right over here." We bought the air conditioners and then headed home. I had the directions to the trailer park on my passenger seat all ready to start the next day. He said I was dressed fine as it was a pretty casual park. I was to be there at 8 am. When we got to the house we were barely in the door when the phone started ringing. Dad answered it and went on to say.."He's fine Janice. Here I'll let you talk to him." Dad handed me the phone and I spoke into it, " Hi Mom!" "Hi Mom? That's it, Hi Mom? What do you think you're doing there." She was very confrontational. "Well Mom. I'm visiting Dad. And I got a part time job while I'm here. I think I'm staying for the summer. And before you ask, no, school is not part of the plan right now. I don't know what I want to do and I can't answer you on that." Mom was livid. She made all sorts of threats but we all knew they were empty since I was eighteen. We ended the call less emotional but still on uneasy terms. She wanted me to come home and I wanted to stay. As soon as I got off the phone Dad came up to me and asked if I was alright. I got up and gave him a hug and he hugged me back. "I'm not going anywhere Dad." He held me tighter. The next morning I woke up with Dad at about 6:30. We had a bit of breakfast and chatted a while. We had both thrown on our cut offs when we got out of bed and that was it. I was due at the trailer park at 8 am and thought I had better be early the first day to make sure I found it ok. It was somewhere off Cherry Creek Road. I sort of knew where that was but to be safe I would leave at 7:30. It was closer and easier to find than I thought. I was there at 7:50 and found the office right away. Sam was already there. I had worn my cut offs, tank top and tennis shoes with no socks. Sam said I was dressed fine the day before so I didn't see a problem with it. I parked and went to the office and found Sam sitting at a desk that was quite messy. In fact the whole office was messy. "Bobby, you're early! That's great. How you doing." "Fine sir, thanks. No one else works in the office?" I asked as I looked around the dusty and messy room. Sam laughed and looked around. "Yea, it isn't much is it. I have had a few part timers around here and there but thought I could do it myself without the extra expense. But I was wrong as you can see. It gets out of hand without someone here more than the once a week that I'm able to get here. So that's why I need someone to look after things. And maybe help clean up?" He asked with an apologetic face. "You bet sir. It's kinda hot in here though." I was starting to sweat. "Yea, sorry about that too. The unit for this building went out a few years ago and I never replaced it. I can bring over a window unit from the store though. I'll do that next time I'm out. Sound good?" "Yea, that's fine. No biggie really. So what do you want me to do?" We went over a list of chores and what I would do twice a week and also on the 1st of the month. The tenants would drop off requests in the mail box and I was to follow up on those too. But he said there was very few of those. The park basically ran itself except for minor maintance. After a couple hours he said he was going to go to the store as he was behind there. He gave me keys to the office and to the shed where the garden tools were kept and to the pool equipment room. There was also a small laundry room that needed to be cleaned once a week but Sam confessed he hadn't been there but to empty out the money from the machines in months. He told me to work as many hours as I could for the first couple of weeks to get the place up to par and then cut it to two days a week and the 1st of the month. We would play it by ear from there. The pool was maintained by a service so I didn't have to worry about that. "Today", he said, "learn the layout of the place and see what there is to do. Here is my number at home and at the store. Call anytime. It's a pretty casual place, mostly blue collar types. So you're dressed just fine. No expectations. If you want to work outside without a shirt go ahead. Half the guys around here don't wear shirts anyway. And you can keep a suit here for the pool if you feel the need to jump in. I have no problem with that. You have any questions before I get going Bobby?" "If I do sir I'll call you but I can't think of any right now. I'll go check the place out and then see what I can do about this office." "That would be appreciated son, Lord knows it would be nice to try to find stuff in here sometimes." and with that he said his good byes and was out the door. I locked the door and went around the park on foot. It was medium size and the homes were kept up for the most part. There was a small grassy area by the pool with a picnic table and gas bbq. Nothing special. The pool was medium size as well and looked pretty nice but dated. As I walked around I noticed it was pretty dead. A lot of tenants must work. I checked out the shed, it was a mess too, equipment thrown all over the place. This would probably be my next stop after the office was dealt with. I was getting hot. I stopped at the soda machine by the pool and got a soda and headed back to the office. I unlocked the door and opened a couple of window and started to size up the situation. There were two desks, both piled with papers, and three file cabinets. I figured before I cleaned the place it would be best to get rid of the piles first. It took over an hour to get one desk sorted and put in proper piles. One to be filed, one to be shown to Sam to see what to do with and one that would most likely be thrown out but I would show that to Sam too before I did. I had removed my shirt and my shoes as I worked as it was getting hotter and hotter in the office. Even my tight cutoffs were damp with sweat. I was beginning to reek a bit too. The musky smell of myself would have turned me on if I had thought about it but I kept plugging away at the task I had. About 11 am the door to the office opened and I looked up with a bit of a jolt. A guy about 25 to 27 was standing there looking at me puzzled. He was muscular with dark hair down past his ears, a beard and hair on his chest. He only had on cut off military pants and flip flops. "Sorry, I thought Sam might be here. You his son or something?" The guy asked. I was pretty taken with the guy and took a moment to find some way to push words out of my mouth, "er....no, I'm..I'm Bobby. Sam hired me part time to help with some stuff around here. Are you a tenant?" The guy was pretty hot and he smiled and took his hand and swept back his hair. His bicep was nice and his pit was dark and damp. I found myself getting a bit weak knee'd and thought I might feel some blood going to my cock. "yea I am, names Tom, Tom Harris. I'm right across the way in number 23. I saw the windows and the door open from my place and thought I'd see if Sam was here. He's not here much." he said as he came more into the office. It was hot before he got there now it was just overwhelming. I was sweating like crazy and nerveous because I knew I was checking this guy out and he might have seen me. "Nice to meet you Tom. Is there anything you needed Sam for and could I help?" As I said that Tom put both his hands through his hair again and streched up as high as he could. This made his shorts lower a bit and I could swear I saw the top of his pubic hair. Tom caught the direction of my eyes and smirked. "Maybe there is something you could do for me...I really just wanted to say hi to Sam but I'm kinda glad he's not here." "Oh?" I was really nerveous now, "why is that." Tom closed the door and shut the blinds that were on it. Then he hit the lock. "Well I wasn't expecting anyone like you" he said, "I get kinda bored here, see I'm laid off, I work construction. Have ever since I got out of the Army in '74. I live alone too. Anyway. You look like you'd be more fun than Sam." More fun than Sam? What was he saying? "What do you mean Tom?" Tom smiled again and rubbed his chest with one hand. "Well, see, Sam may not have told you about our arrangement. But I have nothing to hide. Sam does, he's married, but I'm single." "Arrangement?" My nerves were easing as I was becoming intrigued, "What arrangement?" A little laugh came from Tom as he moved closer. I could feel the heat from his body as he approached. "I can't always pay rent on my space and Sam likes to get fucked. So it works out for us both. Understand?" Sam likes to get fucked? He's married....to a woman...? "But, so.....um..." "It's ok Bobby, spit it out, what do you want to ask?" He said as his hand that was rubbing his chest went down to the top of his shorts. Sweat had made the top of his shorts wet. I could also see that he was beginning to get hard. I was already there myself. "ask anything you want buddy. See, you're a hell of a lot hotter than Sam. Wouldn't mind having our own arrangement. Sam wouldn't have to know. Hell this place is such a mess because when he's here I'm fucking him. He doesn't have time to do much else." The heat in the room was taking away the air. I was trembling a bit. My shorts were even tighter with my hard on. All of a sudden Tom opened the top of his shorts. He stepped out of his flip flops and let his shorts fall. No one could see from the outside. The widows on the sides were covered by bushes and fences and the front only had the door. No one else knew I was there except Sam and my Dad. I looked at Tom. He was smiling and naked. His cock was at full attention now.The musk from his body was turning me on like nothing else. He put his hands back on his head and said, "Go ahead kid. See anything you want?" I slowly walked forward. I reached out and touched his chest. "That's it Bobby, I knew the moment I saw you you were one of us. Touch me where ever you want" I took both hands and ran them down his torso. He was tight and sweaty. Tanned from the sun. Then I ran them back up. I touched his pits, then his arms. I couldn't take it anymore. I dove into his right pit with my mouth. I licked and sucked and licked some more. It was fucking awesome. I loved the taste of myself but this was so much better. Tom moaned and then said, "We have a piggy here. I like that. Sam is so boring. But you and I could have some fun." As I cleaned his pit he reached for my buttons on my shorts with his other hand and pulled them open. My shorts fell and my cock jumped out. "Nice" he said as he grabbed it. Then he said, "suck my cock a little for me baby. Get me nice and wet." I fell to my knees. His cock was big. Not porn star big. But nicely big. Probably 7 1/2 inches if I were to guess and thick. I put as much of it into my mouth as I could. My spit was drooling down the sides. "Thats right Bobby. Get it nice and wet because your new best friend Tom is going to fuck you next." My eyes shot open. I couldn't get this up my ass. There was no way. I've never been fucked."

Chapter Four

"Hmmmm that's good Bobby, now get up." Tom said as he grabbed me under the arms and lifted me off my knees. He grabbed my chin with one of his hands and brought me in for a wet kiss. It was hot and sloppy. I felt his beard scratching me. It was so hot. Then just as quickly as the kissing started it was over. He turned me around and pushed me over the desk. I was bracing for what I thought was going to be his cock going in my ass. What I felt next however was Tom getting on his knees and spreading my cheeks apart with his hands. Then I felt his beard on my ass and his tongue at my hole. Oh my god he was licking my ass, not only licking it but it was like his tongue was going in my hole. My legs were shaking that it felt so good. I never had any idea that someone would do that to me and I liked it. He continues to eat my hole for what seemed like 5 - 10 minutes. Then he pulled back and said, "Now I think you're ready for me". He stood up and with one hand held me down on the desk and the other hand he used to guide his cock. I braced for it knowing it was going to hurt. "My heads in Bobby, push out now, like you're giving a shit. Let Tom in baby. It will slide in easier if you just push out man. Oh yeah buddy. Yea, like that. Just like that" At first it was a dull ache but then something his cock his sent a jolt of pain. I tried to get away but he held firm. "No you don't baby. I got you now. Not going to let you go. Push out some more man. It will get better." I grabbed onto the side of the desk for dear life and pushed out like I was taking a major dump. I was determined to get this over with. But then I felt him slide in more. The pain was easing, his cock was feeling full but better. Then I moaned. "Oh yea Bobby, I think we hit your button, your joy button. Like that baby? I knew you would." I didn't know what was happening. The pain was still there but it was not as strong as the good feeling that was beginning to happen. I felt him bottom out, his pubic hair was on my ass, and I wanted more. I started to suck him in with my ass muscles. I could almost feel my ass massaging his cock. "Damn Bobby, your ass was meant to be fucked boy. Your ass is working my cock so well I barely have to move. But don't worry I will move, fuck you good, you like that baby?" I moaned again. I was pushing back on Tom. I could feel him picking up his pace. I was loving this and wanted more and more. We were both sweating in the heat. I felt him dripping on my back and I was dripping on the desk. It felt like it was 100 degrees in that little office. "Damn boy, I can't hold on much longer. Your ass is so good it's going to make me cum fast." He picked up his pace. He was slamming into my ass now and I was just holding on to the desk. My cock was on its own. It was hard, harder than its ever been, but I wasn't touching it yet. Tom's moans and grunts picked up. He was pounding my ass, dripping sweat and cussing. Then he let out a loud moan. I felt his cock expand in my ass, I felt him cum, I was so overwhelmed with the moment I came all over the desk without touching my cock once. I fell onto the desk and Tom fell on me. We were both breathing heavy, sweating and we smelled like sex and pure male musk. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes then I felt him soften and in a couple minutes he fell out of my ass. Then I also felt some cum drip down my leg. "Now that was a piece of ass" Tom said as he slapped me on the butt. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did Bobby." I pushed myself up and turned around to face him. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him in for a deep sloppy kiss. "That answer your question?" "Sure as hell does boy. Now I better get and get some stuff done. I've taken you away from your work long enough. Maybe you can stop by my trailer after work tomorrow and we'll give it another run eh?" He said as he pulled up his shorts and put his flip flops back on. I was putting my shorts back on too. "Might be a plan. See how it goes" although inside I was thinking...Hell Yes I'll be stopping by! But I kept that to myself. After Tom left I wasn't in the mood to put papers into anymore piles. It was already 12:30 and I was hungry now. My butt was sore but I figured that would go away, I hoped anyway. I called my Dad's house but there was no answer. He was probably down at the station. I'll drive by there and see what's up for lunch. I cleaned up the desk the best I could and then locked up the office. I took my shoes and shirt but didn't put them back on. I just threw them in the car. I drove to Dad's station. When I pulled up I saw Dad in one of the garage bays pulling stuff out of boxes. He was in his cutoffs and work boots. Nothing else. I parked the car and got out. The pavement was hot against my bare feet. I grabbed my shoes out of the car and put them on then I walked up to the bay he was in. He was squatting down in front of the box with his legs spread a bit. The shorts were so short that some of his balls and some hair was sticking out. The tightness also showed off his box really well. The shorts were well worn right at the crotch and looked amazing on him. He was watching me as I walked in with a funny look on his face and he had stopped what he was doing. I was wondering what he was thinking then he said, "Bobby, what's that running down your leg?" Oh shit, I forgot about Tom's cum running down my leg before I left.

Chapter Five

I drove to Dad's station. When I pulled up I saw Dad in one of the garage bays pulling stuff out of boxes. He was in his cutoffs and work boots. Nothing else. I parked the car and got out. The pavement was hot against my bare feet. I grabbed my shoes out of the car and put them on then I walked up to the bay he was in. He was squatting down in front of the box with his legs spread a bit. The shorts were so short that some of his balls and some hair was sticking out. The tightness also showed off his box really well. The shorts were well worn right at the crotch and looked amazing on him. He was watching me as I walked in with a funny look on his face and he had stopped what he was doing. I was wondering what he was thinking then he said, "Bobby, what's that running down your leg?" Oh shit, I forgot about Tom's cum running down my leg before I left. Part 5: "It could be anything Dad. I was in every nook and crany in that trailer park today. I'll run up to the house and grab a shower and then make sandwiches, sound good?" I acted like nothing was up, I hope! "Sure Bobby, I'll finish up here son and be up in a few minutes. Don't use all the hot water!" "Is there hot water?" I asked in disbelief. "Not at all, It was a joke son. Gas company won't be out till tomorrow. Should be nice and cold for you!" "Great" I got in my Pinto and headed up to the house. A cold shower was in order after the events of the day. I pulled up to the house, ran in, and jumped in the shower. It was going to be fast. I hate cold showers. After I got out I put back on my shorts and headed to the kitchen. We had plenty of cold cuts and cheese. A little lettuce and a slice of tomato or two on a roll and I was done. Just as I got everything on a plate Dad walked in the door. "Looks good son" Dad said as he looked at me still weird. "Thanks, dig in" I went for the first bite. Dad followed. We chatted a bit about the mess at the trailer park and then about Dad's plans for the garage. Nothing about the cum running down my leg was brought up again. But I could tell Dad was thinking about it. I soon went back to work, after an uncomfortable lunch with Dad, and made more piles. I thought I made progress but who knows. I did the best that I could. The next day I was back at it at 9 am. Sam came in at around 11 and brought a window air conditioner with him. We had it installed by noon and he was gone. I went home for lunch again and had some more sandwiches with Dad. He was still acting weird though. I was back at work by 1:30. The air conditioning improved my motivation although I still took off my shirt and shoes. I loved being almost naked at work. But the motivation did work. I had every piece of paper in that office ready to be thrown out, filed or burned. It was all up to Sam now. At 4 pm I locked the office door and took a deep breath. Tom's trailer was right across the road. I threw my shirt in the Pinto and put my shoes on. The gravel was a bit hard on my feet. It was hard to tell if he was home but I walked over anyway. The trailer was old and run down. But half the trailers in the park were. When I got to the door I hesitated and just before I knocked the door opened. Tom had on a jock strap. That's all, a jock strap. "I knew you'd come" was all he said. I walked in. The place was a typical "straight guy" living alone set up. Old furniture and kinda sloppy. The next thing I knew Tom spun me around and his lips were on mine. "Fuck, you are one hot boy" he said. My shorts were off before I even knew what was happening. I toed off my shoes and then stepped out of my shorts. He still had on his jock. The heat in the trailer was over whelming. All the windows were open. Obviously he didn't have air conditioning or he wasn't using it. His scent was over whelming as well. It was turning me on to no end. Soon I knew which way this was going and it was his cock in my ass. As I worshipped his body I slid down his jock. He stepped out of it. He was as hard as a rock. Off to the side he had a container of vasaline. He took two fingers full of it, bent me over the couch and stuck those fingers up my ass. He moved in back and forth, he knew I was ready, and said so. I felt his cock at my hole, I could think of nothing else. He was lined up. His hands were on my hips. He pulled back. The intrusion began. I was moaning. It didn't hurt at all this time. I just felt full. The more he pushed in the more I moaned. He was all the way in now. I felt his pubes on my cheeks. It was what I wanted, what I was supposed to be, A cock in my ass. Filling me up. He started to pull out. I was terrified he would take it out.Then he slowly shoved it in. Repeating the process, making me moan, making me feel complete. And moaning I was. Like a whore. But the thoughts of my father filled my head. Thinking what if this could happen with him. My lust filled my head. Made me take Tom's cock deeper. I heard Tom react to the change. He knew I was enjoying this considerably but didn't know the real reason. Didn't know what he was preparing me for. Well I hoped for what he was preparing me for. But it was soon over. I felt him expand. His moans changed to grunts. My own cock was reacting. Finally he slammed into me and let out a yell. At that point I came as well. All over his stained couch. Again, we collapsed in a sweaty pile on the couch. I turned to face him. We kissed. Made out really. Sloppy wet kissing with tongues battling for room in each other's mouths. Tom's fingers playing with my sloppy well fucked hole. "Shit boy. I don't know if I can give this up now that I've had it." Tom said. "I'm sure you have a line of men that want your talents Tom" I smiled. "Shit man, around here its mostly men twenty years older than both of us if not more. This is a small town. And the only men that like to do what we've been doing are doing it in secret. So am I to an extent. It's the only way I'll be able to get work." "What type of construction do you do anyway?" I asked. "Well, actually, construction was the last job I had. Framing. But I'm kind of a jack of all trades. My old man brought me up that way. He always thought it's better to know a little about everything instead of a lot about one thing. His main job was turning wrenches. A mechanic." I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked at him, "You're kidding?" "No, why?" He looked at me weird. "Did you ever work with him?" "Work with him? Like I had a choice. I think I was under a car at the age of five. My old man and I were close. I never left his side if I didn't have to. From the time I crawled till the day he died he was my best friend." Tom got a far away look in his eye. "Oh wow, I'm sorry. When did he die?" I felt really bad. I would die if anything happened to my Dad. Tom looked like he wasn't sure if he really wanted to talk about it but he went on anyway, "I was 17. It was an accident. He would ride a Harley now and then. Took me with him sometimes when I was younger. But it had just rained. The roads were wet. You know..." "Yeah, I'm really sorry Tom." I brought him in for a hug. But I was thinking. He's unemployed. Dad needs help getting the garage together. I wonder. I looked at the time. Close to five. "Tom, I got to get. My Dad is going to be wondering what happened to me. I told him I'd probably be home by five." "I understand. Who is your Dad anyway? First time you mentioned him. He must live around here. Are you visiting or something?" he seemed to be really interested. "Oh...um. Hank. Hank Greer." I simply said. "Oh man. You mean the dude that is in the old Greer house on Hwy 321?" he asked. "um...yeah, you know him?" I was worried to hear the answer. "No. I wish I did. That dude is a fucking wet dream man. Scary looking though. Rumor is that he just got out of prison. Is it true?" "Yeah, it's true. But he didn't kill anyone or anything. He was in there for possession. He had a little bit of a drug habit a few years ago. But he wouldn't hurt anyone. I don't think anyway." I was gathering up my shorts and shoes to leave. I was hoping I didn't say too much about my Dad. It really is none of Tom's business. I just met him after all. "That's cool. I didn't mean it like that. He just looks kind of intimidating is all. Sorry." he seemed sincere. "No problem." I had my shorts on and was getting my shoes on. "Is he going to open that gas station back up?" Tom asked. "He's thinking about it. Not as a gas station though. Just as a garage." There goes my big mouth again. "Listen I better go man. Thanks for...er...." "Yeah man. I get it. Don't worry. You didn't tell me too much. I kind of already knew most of it. You just confirmed it. I'm not going to tell people. They would want to know how I knew anyway. And you are a secret I want to keep." he came up and hugged me goodbye and kissed me real quick. "Ok, thanks man. See you." and with that I was out the door and headed to my car. Dad would be wondering where I was if I wasn't home soon. Just as I was getting into my Pinto I heard something like a car. I looked up and I caught the back end of a black pickup leaving the grounds of the trailer park. Was that? Nah, couldn't have been. I'm letting my imagination get the best of me. Dad wouldn't check up on me like that. Not unless I was real late. And I'm not even late. I got into my car and felt my legs. I wanted to make sure there was no mistakes like yesterday. All was good. But my ass was full of cum. Tom's hot cum. I was starting to get hard again.

Chapter Six

Just as I was getting into my Pinto I heard something like a car. I looked up and I caught the back end of a black pickup leaving the grounds of the trailer park. Was that? Nah, couldn't have been. I'm letting my imagination get the best of me. Dad wouldn't check up on me like that. Not unless I was real late. And I'm not even late. I got into my car and felt my legs. I wanted to make sure there was no mistakes like yesterday. All was good. But my ass was full of cum. Tom's hot cum. I was starting to get hard again. Part 6: I made it home just before five pm. Dad's truck was up at the house but the bay doors were open at the garage. I figured I'd stop there first. I pulled up and got out of the car. I saw him towards the back of the garage. I walked into the bay and got a better view of what he was doing. He was shirtless as usual. His hands were behind his head and he was pissing into a drain on the floor. He cutoffs were unbuttoned all the way and tucked under his balls. His cock even looked like it had a bit of blood in it. Thicker than normal. "Dad?" I made my presence known. "Son. You're home." he looked at me but continued pissing. It took him a few moments longer. "How was work?" "er...It was fine Dad. I was hoping for a shower but I don't think I could handle another ice cold one." I found myself staring at his cock as it pissed into the drain. Something so hot and primal about it. But I shook myself out of it and looked up at him. He was staring at me. He saw my interest in his cock. But he didn't say anything. Not about that. "The gas company was here Bobby. All was fine with the lines. The water heater, although showing its age, was fine as well. It's been on a couple hours. The water may not be fully heated yet but it won't be ice cold either. Give it a shot if you wish. Leave your dirty cloths by the washer. I'll do a load as well. I know my shorts are about to walk away on their own. I can only imagine yours." "Sure Dad. Even a luke warm showers sounds good. Didn't want it too hot in this heat." I started to head up to the house. Leaving the Pinto at the garage. I looked back and Dad was still standing as I found him, watching me, but no longer pissing. Shorts still open all the way. Hands still behind his head. I smiled and he nodded his head and smiled back. I got to the house and undressed. I checked my shorts for any cum stains and all I saw was sweat. Even if there was cum in there it was diluted by sweat. I left those cloths and the small bag of dirty cloths I brought with me by the washer. I got in the shower and washed myself all over. Paid special attention to my raw hole. The water could be warmer than luke warm it seemed but I was happy to keep the setting at barely warm because of the heat. After I was showered I dried and then placed the towel around my waist. I heard Dad roaming around the house. I went out to the living room and found him in the kitchen. "I think I'll shower myself son. How was it? Steaks and beer tonight? I just lit the charcoal out back. Hope that sounds good." "Sounds great Dad. Yeah, the shower was great. Didn't put too much hot water on just enough to keep the water from being ice cold. Should be plenty left for you. What can I do to help with dinner?" I noticed his shorts were still unbuttoned but his cock and balls were tucked back in. "While I'm cooking the steaks you could start the laundry. I didn't want to start it until after our showers. Alright?" "Sure Dad." Dad took off what little he had on and left it in front of the washer in the mud room and then proceeded to the shower. I started to sort through everything and decided that there was very little in the way of whites to start a white load but there was plenty in colors. I put it all in the washer and got it all ready to turn on after he was done. I went to our room and found a pair of old but clean gym shorts to put on and hung my towel. The shorts were pretty snug and felt really comfortable. After I heard the shower shut off I headed to the washer and turned it on. "You want a beer son?" I turned around and Dad was standing there in his old thread bare maroon high school gym shorts and a beer in each hand. Those shorts were barely containing the man in them. "You're not going anywhere right?" he asked. "No sir. Sure I'll have one." I accepted the beer. "Well I was going to make steaks for dinner but its too hot to care about getting the grill ready. You mind cold sandwiches again?" I watched him as he spoke. Even with the air conditioning inside he seemed to have a sheen of sweat on him despite the shower. "I can hold off a bit anyway. We had a substantial lunch. So we could just eat whenever, whatever." I really wasn't hungry. The beer tasted good and to be honest the past two days has left me in a horny anxious state. And seeing my studly sweaty Dad walking around almost naked wasn't helping. My cock was filling with blood. Tom was hot but my Dad was the walking wet dream. And he did love to show off. Probably didn't realize how much either. Or maybe he did. It was almost six. The sun was setting in the back of the house. "I'm going to grab another beer and head for the porch. Want to join me?" Dad said. "Sure Dad. I'll be out in a minute" I said as I headed to the bathroom. I needed to take a quick piss and hoped the blood in my cock would go down. It helped, a little. I grabbed a fresh beer for myself and headed towards the front porch. The view from the porch was basically the back of the service station and beyond that the old highway. Driving by on the highway many probably don't even notice the old farmhouse up on the hill behind the service station and if they did they'd only make out mostly roof. Before they could notice anything else they would be past it rounding a curve. It makes the house private for the most part. To actually see the front of the house one would have to get on the driveway that's goes around the back of the service station and then up the hill. Dad was sitting on one of the lawn chairs facing out. Both bare feet up on the railing. He was just staring out not paying attention to me as I sat down in the chair next to him. We sat for a while sipping our beers and then he asked, "How's the job?" He startled me for a moment. I had gotten used to the silence. "Not bad" I replied, "Just cleaning up after Sam at the moment. Nothing too exciting." He took that in for a moment and then asked, "Meet any of the tenants yet?" still staring off towards the highway. I thought for a moment and decided to be honest, mostly, "Yes, just one. The park seems to be mostly deserted during the day." "Oh yeah? What's he doing home during the day?" Dad looked over at me. "Well, I guess he's unemployed. Construction I think. He came looking for Sam on Monday. Saw the office was open and thought Sam would be there. Wanted to talk to him. Surprised to see me there. We talked a little and he left." I answered quickly. Hoping Dad was satisfied with the story of the tenant because I don't lie very well. But that was all he asked for now. He did ask if I would mind getting us another beer and I said I would do that. I stood up a bit nervous from having to say anything at all about Tom. Of course Dad couldn't know what happened so I had nothing to be nervous about but it must be guilt or something. When I got back out with the beers Dad was standing at the side of the porch pissing into the yard. His shorts were down under his balls making them come down half way on his butt. He was a powerful man all over and his butt was nothing but mounds of muscle. I enjoyed the view as I made my way back to my lawn chair. "Sorry son. But you know I'm not house broke." he laughed. I joined in. "Yeah, so you told me. No biggie." I said as he turned around while he flipped his short back over his cock. But they weren't as high as they were before. His pubes were sticking out. He just left them like that. After he sat down and took the beer from me he said, "Sam stopped by after he left you at the Park on Monday." "Oh yeah? How come?" I asked. "Oh...no reason really. Just to get reacquainted." Dad said as he took a pull from his beer and his other hand adjusted his nuts. "Oh ok, well that's cool" I watched his hand. He left it between his nuts and his thigh. Making his package more pronounced than before. "Yeah, we caught up on old times." "That's good Dad." Dad put down his beer on the floor of the porch and put both hands behind his head. He spread out his legs. So fucking sexy I almost choked on the beer I was swallowing. Dad looked over. He noticed it. Wasn't sure if he understood it, but he noticed it. "Yeah Sam and I go way back. You know I was on the football team in high school right?" "Of course." "Sam was sort of the teams mascot. Not in public. But at private parties. Small gatherings really. Just me and a couple other guys from the team and Sam." I didn't know where this was going but I had a feeling I was going to find out. "Sam would take care of me and my buddies. He loved to suck us off. But there was one of us that he let fuck him." he turned his gaze at me and looked me right in the eye, "It was me". And there it is. "Right on" was all I could say. I was struck with how frank he was being with what he did in high school with Sam. I was also wondering why he was telling me this. I looked down and saw that telling me was having an effect on what was in his shorts as well. What else is he going to tell me? "So, anyway, Sam when came over the other day I was in the garage. It was pretty hot in there. I just had on my cutoffs and boots." "That's all you ever have on Dad." I nervously laughed. "That's true son. I'd have less on if I didn't think I'd be arrested." he laughed as well, "Anyway, Sam came in the garage. I was surprised. Besides that day at his store I hadn't seen him in almost twenty years. We started talking. He asked about you and what happened with my marriage. He had already heard the rumors about prison. I was pretty up front with him. No reason not to. After a while, well, I guess old Sam was horny. He asked if I still liked to fuck. I told him there was nothing I liked better. Then he said that he usually has a dude at the trailer park take care of him but it wasn't going to be possible with you there that day. He was wondering if I was willing to maybe help him out." I was sitting there wide eyed. And I knew my cock was throbbing but I tried to ignore it. Dad didn't though. He looked down and got a good look at it. My small, tight gym shorts were doing little to conceal my excitement. "Wow." was all I could say. "Nothing but a thing son. An old friend just stopped by asking for something I'm always willing to give." "So you mean....?" I didn't know if I could take the rest of the story. "Yep, closed the bay door and did him right there. That fucker, although he could have taken care of himself better, has gotten really good at it. Took my cock in one lick. After I was done he got on his knees, cleaned me off and then asked if he could clean my pits. I didn't know he'd be into such things. Only Neal took care of me like that. Always serviced me. I kind of missed it. I didn't know how much." Dad look off towards the highway again. Sort of deep in thought. I, on the other hand, was a mess. I knew my cock was dripping and staining my shorts. The story also renewed the ache in my ass. Reminding me how empty I felt after Tom took his cock out of me. I didn't know what to say or do at this point. I was frozen in my seat. "How about another beer son?" Dad got up all of a sudden. As he walked past me I could tell he was half hard. His scent was strong too. How would I make it through this night? I wish there was a way to run over to Tom's and get my itch taken care of. It was almost eight. We had been on that front porch for damn near two hours. The sun had long set. But it was still hot out. Dad had come back with two fresh beers. Handed me one and put his on the railing. He pulled the front of his shorts down under his balls again to take a piss. His stream off the porch was strong and steady as it usually is. As soon as he was done he said, "It's dark son. Time to get comfortable. You mind?" he then, without waiting for me to answer, slipped out of the only thing he had on and sat back down in the lawn chair. "Get comfortable too if you want." He looked over at me and nodded his head towards my shorts. "Well...er...I ...." I was still hard and leaking. "It's fine son. I've seen that you're hard. And I know those tight shorts must be uncomfortable. Take em off." he slammed the palm of his hand down on my knee for reassurance. I handed him my beer and went ahead and took off my shorts. My cock slammed back against my stomach. And then I sat right back down. "See isn't that better son?" "Yes sir" "So this guy that you met at the trailer park. Is his name Tom by chance...?"

Chapter Seven

If it wasn't so dark out I would have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I guess by his question he knows that Tom was the one servicing Sam. Kind of puts me in a spot. And right after Sam tells Dad about Tom I come home with something dripping down my leg. So I try to play dumb thinking it's the only way out of this, "I think that's his name. Didn't really pay attention I guess." "That's interesting" Dad simply said. I was so nervous my cock actually started to go soft. "Why is that Dad?" "Huh,...or no reason. I'm getting tired. May make it an early night. But we never ate anything. Are you hungry? I'm really not but I'll make you a sandwich or something." "No, thanks, I'm fine. I'm tired too. Maybe we should make it an early night." I went ahead and got up first. I went straight for the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a quick piss and headed to bed. I laid there while I listened to Dad roam around the house. Ending with him in the bathroom brushing his teeth as well. The next thing I knew his side of the bed was moving as he got into it. "I love you son" That was strange. I mean he's told me that before but not out of nowhere. "Love you too Dad." I said and then I almost instantly heard snoring. The next morning I woke up in bed alone. I heard some noise out in the kitchen. I pulled myself out of bed and pulled on my shorts from last night. I went straight to the bathroom and took a piss then brushed my teeth. When I got to the kitchen I was surprised to see Dad cooking breakfast...naked. When he noticed me he looked up and said, "Morning son, how'd you sleep?" I didn't say anything at first. Up till now when we were up we always wore something around the house. I guess I really wasn't shocked just surprised. And I guess it showed on my face. "Sorry son. I didn't think you would mind. I told you the less I had on the happier I was. I figured you've been here almost a week and wouldn't even notice. I'll put on shorts if it makes you more comfortable." he explained. "No, Dad, it's fine. It's just the first time you let loose during the day. I'm fine with it though. Don't worry about me." Except that he had the finest body a man could have. Muscular with a little trash thrown in. Big cock heavy balls. A fags wet dream. And I was that fag. "Thanks son. Thank you for letting me be me. I'm truly not bad mouthing her but your Mom hated nudity. Before you were born and when you were a baby we used to fight about my lack of clothing. As you grew older she got her way. Now I just want to relax. The time in prison really made me want to live my life the way I wanted to. But I don't want to hurt anyone. If anything ever bothers you..." "I'm fine really Dad. Stop worrying about it. I'm not exactly upper crust myself. All I ever wear is shorts. So I'm a bit like you...really." More like him than he knew. But there is a time for everything. This was not it. "Ok, well breakfast is basically ready and then you need to get to work I suppose." "Yep. Sam is meeting me there at nine so I can get his ok to throw out some stuff. After he leaves I can totally organize the office and then start cleaning it. After that's done I'll start on the shed." it was good to get my mind off my father's body and back on work. We finished eating. I went to find a big tee shirt to wear over my gym shorts and then put on my tennis shoes. I was at the park just before nine and Sam was already there. I got into the office and it was obvious that Sam had already started looking through my piles. "Hey Bobby. Good work. You really get this filing thing." he greeted me. "Thanks, So besides the pile ready for filing how about the other two?" "They are old and there is really no reason to keep them. Toss them both. File the other one and then move on. It's a load off my mind to know where everything is now. Thanks. You did it faster than anyone else I ever hired. Thanks." "No problem Sam. I'll get them all filed today and start cleaning this place up. First I'll destroy the other two piles though." I replied. "Well good. I came a little early because I have to get to the store and open it before ten. I thought this would take an hour but since you had everything ready to go I can stop off and get a muffin on the way. Why don't you make it a half day since you're so far ahead. And then clean the office tomorrow." "Sounds like a plan to me" and with that Sam left and I got to work on the papers. By noon I had it all done and even started to do a little cleaning anyway. About ten after noon I jumped in the Pinto and headed home. It was going to be a hot one. It was already 90 degrees. I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes and rolled down all the windows. The hot air coming in was better than no air. When I turned off in front of the garage I noticed that all the doors were closed. Dad didn't seem to be down there. So I continued up the drive. His new truck was next to the house so I guess he didn't leave. I parked the car and got out and headed up to the porch. It was empty as well. I opened the front door and yelled out for him, "Dad?". No answer. Strange. I went to the kitchen and towards the back door. I looked out and there he was. Naked as a jay bird laying on a sheet in the grass. Just getting some sun. The backyard was big and totally private. I could see a pool and a deck in our future and it looks like Dad would enjoy it as well. I thought for a few minutes and then decided that I would join him. I slipped off my gym shorts and proceeded outside. He didn't hear the door or me going down the back stoop. When I got to the sheet I decided he might be sleeping. There was plenty of room on the sheet however. So I laid down next to him on my back and felt the heat on my body. Soon I fell asleep as well. The next thing I knew I woke up to my Dad on his side with his arm holding up his head, looking at me. I stretched and yawned and blocked the sun from my eyes. It was then I realized I was hard as a rock. The heat from the sun and the stretching did it magic. "When did you get home?" he asked. "About 12:30. Didn't want to wake you so I joined you. You mind?" I asked. "Hell no I don't mind. Makes me feel better about the naked around the house thing. I used to lay out here all the time naked when the folks were away. I loved it. My Dad caught me a few times and never really said anything besides, 'your mom will be home soon'. Another words, don't let her catch you like that. " "Well Sam told me to take the rest of the day off so I was going to help you in the garage. But I liked this idea much better. Gosh, you're getting brown." I said. "Yeah, and thankfully you are too. You have my skin. If you had your Mother's you'd be as red as a lobster right now. Get on your stomach to even out the color. I'll do the same." We both laid on our stomach with our heads in our crossed arms just talking. I remained hard the whole time. I had noticed Dad was half hard when he was on his side and now he is shifting around a lot. Then Dad said, "You still hard son?" I was taken aback but then I realized that there was no reason to have secrets from him. "Yes". "You want to rub one out in the sun with me?" Did he just ask if I wanted to jack off with him? "What do you mean Dad? You mean jack off? With you? Out here?" "Sure, I used to do it all the time. And I've done it a couple times since I've been back. The sun makes me horny. And don't take this the wrong way son. But that ass of yours in the sun light is beautiful. I've never seen one quite like it." "So my ass is making you horny?" I laughed, nervously, but I laughed. "Well I was horny because of the sun. Your ass isn't helping though." He rolled back over on his back. His cock was rock hard, as was mine. "So do you want to?" his voice was deeper, raspy. Sexy. "Or you could just stay like that and I'll jack off while looking at your ass" again, did he really just say that? "Well, I..." "Son?" he asked while he pulled on his cock. "Yes?" "How well did you get to know that Tom guy?" Oh shit. He did figure something out. "Why Dad?" He reached over with one hand and grabbed one side of my ass while he jacked off with the other one. "Was that Tom's cum dripping down your leg the other day?" "Dad! What do you mean. I mean....I ....just because....I just..." "It's ok son. I always had a feeling you were like me. I knew it from the time you were walking. But I always let it go from my mind. If Tom is fucking your ass son it's fine. I'm just sorry he got to it first." His hand was roaming my ass, fingers in my trench, brushing against my hole. I couldn't move. I was horny, scared, nervous and shaking. Sweating too. Did I mention sweating. I was reeking. And I just stared. Stared at my father jacking his cock while he fondled my ass. "Having Neal at my beck and call was hot but he had nothing on you son. He had a tight little bod but his ass was nothing like this. And your arms are fucking pumped compared to his. You fill me with pride boy. I love you so damn much. I've controlled myself around you for years. So damn fucking hot." he carried on while his orgasm built. I could tell he was close. I couldn't believe what he was saying though. It's like all my dreams and desires and all my fears coming together at once. One of his fingers was digging into my hole now. In spite of myself I backed up on it. "Is this where he fucked you son? Is this where he came up you ass man? Next time I get to eat it out of there. My son's ass I should be the one to clean it. So fucking hot..." He was close now. My fear was subsiding and my horniness was about to take over. Though his finger wasn't deep enough to hit any joy button it was reminding me of Tom's cock in my ass. Finally Dad let out a grunt and before I knew what I was doing I spun around and put my mouth on the head of his cock. Just as I did his orgasm hit the back of my throat. "Oh Bobby, oh God, are you sure son....oh my god......oh fuck, fuck....man" He was holding the back of my head now as he unloaded into my mouth. I sucked it all out. Tasting every drop. Swallowing. Forgetting all my worries. The flavor of my father. When he was done I laid my head on his stomach still nursing his cock. He ran his hands through my hair. Caressing me. One hand ran down my back and then back up again. I was still hard as a rock. No orgasm for me I suppose. But this was worth it. I felt stronger for it. My father's seed in my belly. But as I was thinking that he pulled me up to him. He looked in my eyes. Then he pushed me on my back and scooted down to my cock. He took me in his mouth. Sucking me with determination. It was overwhelming. And it didn't last long. My orgasm was quick and satisfying. He swallowed as well. Every bit of it. Then he looked up at me, "Whether this ever happens again is totally up to you son. But it was fucking hot. I love you. And I hope this didn't fuck you up." "It would only fuck me up Dad if it didn't happen again." I said as I laid my head back and look up at the sky. Fuck he's hot..

Chapter Eight

After a while we got up and headed into the house. The sun had taken all the energy out of me. It was only just before three and I felt like going to bed already. When we got into the house the cool air greeted us and woke me up a little. Dad threw the sheet in the laundry basket and I went in the living room and sat down for a minute to cool off. Dad came in with two glasses of cool water and said, "Drink this, you're probably dehydrated." I drank the whole thing in one gulp. I instantly started feeling better. Dad went into the bedroom that we shared and put on his shorts and boots. When he came out he said, "I'm going to go down to the garage for a little bit. I feel like I need to get something done today. You don't mind do you?" "Not at all Dad. After another glass of water I may try to get something done myself. No problem." and with that Dad went out the door and walked down the hill to the garage. I got another glass of water and sipped it this time feeling the energy return to my body. I started looking around the house and realized it was still in the same state it was when I walked in last Friday. The living room really needed to be cleaned. So I went into the kitchen pantry to find any cleaning supplies I could. I found a feather duster and furniture polish. I knew the vacuum was in the hall closet. So I went to work. When I began I was just to the point I was cooling off. But now I was getting hot all over again. And I was still naked. I started with all the dust. I cleaned off every surface and every decoration with either furniture polish or glass cleaner. I took throw rugs out back and hung them on the cloths line to beat with a broom later. Then I vacuumed the furniture and also vacuumed the bare hardwood floors of any dust or whatever. After that I found a dust mop and ran it around the room a couple of times banging it out back when it needed it. A little over an hour later the room looked decent. Old but decent. But those cobwebs were still around the ceiling. And the ceiling in that old house was ten feet high. I found a three step step ladder in the pantry and took the dust mop and started on one end of the room working my way around. While I was up on the ladder the front door opened. "Well look at you. Holy shit, the place looks just like I remember it did when they were alive. Thanks son." "Sure Dad" I said as I reached for a corner of the ceiling almost losing my balance. Dad came up right behind me and grabbed my hips. "Whoa son. Be careful." he said while still holding on to me. I giggled a bit and said, "I almost lost it there" But Dad was still holding on. It was safe to let go now. I thought anyway. "Give me that dust mop son." I didn't know why he wanted it but I handed it to him. He kept one hand on my hip. He put the dust mop down and put his other hand back on my hip. "Do me a little favor son. Bend down a bit. I want to see something." I didn't know what he wanted to see but I listened. His hands guided me to bend down more. I was able to put my hands on the wall for some support. I wasn't sure what he was doing yet. But then his hands went more to my butt. He was standing behind me. I was almost all the way bent over. He took one hand off my butt and unbuttoned his shorts and they fell down to his boots. His hand was back on my butt and I could see he was hard behind me. His skin pulling back from his knob. Then it happened. His face went into the crack of my ass. His tongue licked my trench from bottom to top and then top to bottom. Licking all the sweat out of my ass. Then he landed on my hole. He grabbed onto my hips grinding my ass into his face. I didn't know how he was able to breath. My knees were facing outwards at this point. I was basically squatting on the step ladder while I was bent over. I was being pushed against the wall while being held onto by my Dad. I felt him shoving his tongue up my ass. His hot breath on my hole. I couldn't help backing up on him. It felt so fucking good. Somehow he stepped out of his shorts. All he had on was his boots. He was still tonguing my ass. Driving me crazy. Then he stopped. Pulled me back towards him and carried me off the ladder and put me on the floor on all fours. He was twice as big as me and it showed. Picked me up like I was a baby. He went back to eating my ass again. Couldn't get enough. I couldn't either. "You drive me crazy son, always have." He lifted off my ass to say. "I know this isn't right son but I want your ass. What do you think?" he asked. "Who says it isn't right? You drive me crazy too. Just do it." I was out of breath the whole time I answered him. The way I was backing up on his face how could he think otherwise. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I felt one of his fingers now. Slowly opening me up. He spit on my crack and he used it as lube with his finger pushing it into my hole. I was a horny bitch now. I don't even think he had to prepare me as much as he did. But I would later be thankful that he did. Two fingers now. I was opening up to him. I kept pushing back. Pushing out like I was about to take a dump. I was panting. Fuck it felt good. Three fingers, hurt a little, but I still wanted it. His left hand on my hip pulling me back as the fingers on his right hand played with my hole. I was grunting. Then he pulled out. I felt empty. But only for a while. His thick cock was at my hole. His big beautiful uncut cock that I have admired for years was pushing to get in. And I was pushing back impatiently. Then the head of his cock made it in. Searing pain. I stopped him. But I wasn't going to give up. No way. I've waited for this for years. The pain subsided. I signaled him to continue. And he did, slowly at first. Sliding in. Filling me up. Expanding me more than I've ever been. Tom's cock is nice but it isn't as thick and long. I felt more comfortable. I pushed back. Felt a little pain but the pain I did feel was lost in the pleasure that was starting to build. That pleasure only being enhanced by who was in me right now. Knowing that made the pain worth it. He bottomed out in me. I felt his pubes against my ass cheeks. We stayed like that for a little while. His hands roaming around my ass and my back. His voice telling me how hot I was and how fucking hot this was. I had to agree. "Son, I've got to fuck you now. I can't hold back anymore. Driving me crazy man. I gotta fuck you." "Go for it" I grunted. And with that he grabbed onto my hips. Pulling out slowly. I winched. Not from pain. But from feeling empty again. And then he slammed back into me. I cried out. Fuck it hurt but I didn't care. He pulled out faster this time and slammed back into me again. He found a rhythm. Holding onto my hips like he was going to tear them off. Slamming into me without mercy. For the first time in my life I was really getting fucked. And I knew I was going to want this again. Behind all the pain there was an unmeasurable amount of pleasure that I can't describe. He was grunting as loud I was now. I felt my hard cock bouncing against my stomach every time he slammed into me. I also felt my load building. I wasn't even touching myself and it felt like I had been jacking off for 15 minutes. And then without any warning at all I came. All over the fucking floor. I unloaded with some powerful volleys. My ass contracted when I did. Sucking his cock in. I heard him lose it. Grabbed my hips with little mercy. Shoved that ever expanding cock as deep as he could. And he released. Filling my gut with his cum. I was spent and after a few minutes I collapsed onto the floor and he had little choice but to come with me. He was still inside of me but softening fast. His second orgasm in less than two hours. Mine too. Finally he fell out. He rolled off of me and laid on his back next to me. He stunk real good. I wanted to taste him. As wiped out as I was I crawled over to him and started licking him from his head to his toes. I cleaned his pits down to his cock. Ran my tongue under his foreskin. Tasting him. I ended up there. Used up all my energy. Laid my head on his stomach with his soft cock in my mouth. Sucking it like a baby does a bottle. Didn't want to let it go just yet. His hands found my hair. Stroking my head. Nothing needed to be said. We fell asleep like that.

Chapter Nine

I woke up that evening on the living room floor with a blanket over me, alone. I sat up groggy. Wondering what happened to Dad. Then I heard his snoring coming out of the bedroom. I looked at the clock and it was just past midnight. I had to piss badly and I was thirsty. First things first. I pissed then went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I was sort of wide awake now. I fell asleep early. I wonder what Dad did. There were several beer cans on the counter. I don't remember hearing anything. I went out and sat on the front porch naked listening to the crickets. It was still very warm out. Every now and then a car would pass by the garage on the highway. But other than that it was pretty peaceful out. The fresh air and the quiet helped bring me back to a tired state and I went inside and slipped into bed. The next thing I knew there was sun coming in the windows. I looked over and Dad was gone. I got up and took a piss and then went to find him. He was in the kitchen putting his coffee cup in the sink. "Hey Dad" "There is the sleepy head. Was wondering when you were going to get up" as he said that I looked at the clock. It was past eight. "Damn. I didn't know I slept that long. I better get going." I said as I headed back to the bathroom to take a shower. When I got out and got dressed Dad had headed down to the garage. I stopped by there on my way to the trailer park. I told him I would probably be home by one as I already got all the filing done. I just had to clean the office and check on the grounds. He said he was just going to do some work on the garage and then be up at the house. I got to the trailer park at nine straight up. I opened up the office and it was in need of air conditioning badly. I kicked off my flips and pulled my tee shirt over my head and then went to put the air on. I put it on low. I just had on some gym shorts and was ready to tackle the cleaning. There really wasn't much to do. I found an old vacuum and some rags to dust with. Within two hours I had that place pretty presentable. But having the air on low did nothing to cool the place off. I went ahead and turned it off. I put back on my flips and thought I would check the grounds. Go over to the shed and see how long that might take me to clean out and whether or not I wanted to attempt it today. I left my shirt in the office and locked up. I walked by the pool and noticed some beer cans that were left there by someone. I picked them up and put them in the trash and then headed to the shed. I took a look at it and decided that it would have to be done another day. I wasn't going to spend over four hours on it today. It was already after eleven and I wanted to be home by one. I headed back to the office and when I almost got to the door I noticed Tom heading over. All he had on was flips and Levi cut offs. He looked damn good. "Hey young stud" he said as he caught up to me as I was unlocking the door. "Hey Tom, what's going on?" I held the door open for him as he followed me in. "Well to be honest I was going to ask you when your Dad was going to open the garage. But looking at you looking like that I have better ideas." he started to leer at me as he rubbed the front of his shorts. "Why do you want to know about the garage?" I asked. "Well, you know, I need a job. Can't live like this forever." his hand found its way to the back of my neck and he was drawing me in for a kiss. I resisted but only for a few seconds. Who was I kidding. Next to my Dad this is the hottest man I've ever seen. We were sweating in that hot office. I had neglected to turn the air back on. His kissing was sloppy and forceful. Just the way I like it. Our warm bodies making contact and making it seem hotter than it was. "Damn boy you turn me on." He said as he took a small break from making out with me. He was now pushing both hands into the back of my shorts. Pushing him down as he went in. As my shorts went down his hands circled around to the front of my thighs and then to the back of them again until I was naked before him. I stepped out of them. I reached for the button of his Levis, opened it and then the rest of the buttons. His shorts fell off and he stepped out of them as well. And then I couldn't help myself. I had to taste him. I dropped to my knees and took his hardening cock into my mouth. His funk and sweat was delicious. I took as much of him in as I could and then I licked down the shaft and then cleaned his balls. "Do me a favor baby. My ass needs some attention." and he turned around and leaned down on the desk. I dove in. I licked up and down his trench. Then I settled on his hole. I made love to that hole with my tongue. It was sweaty and earthy. He was pushing it back into my face. "Damn boy, my ass never gets any attention. I'm always the top. I love what your doing man." I stayed down there a few more minutes. Cleaning him up good. Then he said, "Come on up here man. Kiss me. Let me taste myself." And I did. I got up and we started making out again. Sloppy as ever. He was sucking on my tongue and licking the inside of my mouth, licking my lips. It was hot. Finally he stopped. Whipped me around and leaned me over the desk. Then he went on his knees and gave my ass the same treatment that I gave his. I almost couldn't take it. I was so horny by that time I thought I would fucking die. After just a few minutes he stood up and put a hand on the small of my back. "Baby its time I breed you. You ok with that?" he was breathing heavy. Each word took effort. I barely was able to speak myself. "Yesss" I said slowly. Already pushing my ass out. I was a fucking whore for his cock. And he took the hint. He entered me slowly. But I wasn't having any of that. I pushed right back on him and took him all at once. It was painful but satisfying. He grabbed my hips tightly. Then he pushed forward. Pushing himself all the way into me. Easing out a little and then ramming back into me. He did it again and again. Each time with a little more force. Within minutes he was fucking me hard. I was practically laying on the desk. Unable to move from the assault. But loving every minute of it. His sweat was pouring on my back. I myself was getting the desk wet with mine. I felt a stirring in my balls. I was ready to blow any second. I knew I couldn't hold off for long. I wasn't even touching myself. And then I came. All over the side of the desk. Tom felt it. My ass ring tightened up around him. Forcing him to cum. And he came hard. Slamming me against the desk. Unloading into me. Soon it was over. He collapsed on my back. Our sweat and heat combining. He put his hands under my chest and hugged me. Kissing the back of my neck. Licking my shoulders. I was so fucking nice. After a while he fell out of me. Then he stood up and helped me up as well. I turned around and we kissed again. Hugged. Our hands all over each other. Damn this dude was hot. "So you want to work with my Dad?" I said He laughed, "Well I do need a job. Would you mind me asking?" "Nope. You can follow me home right now. I'll introduce you. But I have to warn you. I think he figured out what's going on with me and a man named Tom at the trailer park." "Oh yeah? How would he know that?" Tom looked at me suspiciously. "Wasn't me. Sort of. He and Sam are old friends from High School. I told my Dad I met a tenant here. Then on Monday he saw the cum running down my leg but he wasn't sure about it I could tell. He just asked me what was running down my leg. I told him it must have been something from work. Then yesterday he asked me if the tenant I met name happened to be Tom. I said that I thought that was the name you gave me, playing stupid. Then he pretty much told me that he knew that it was cum running down my leg and that you were probably who the cum belonged to." "Whoa. You're kidding right?" Tom looked worried now. "Nope. But I doubt you have anything to worry about." "What makes you say that?" "Trust me. You going to follow me or what? You want a job don't you?" "I feel like I'm being led into the lion's den." "Don't. Dad wouldn't harm a fly. Unless you harm me of course. Then you're fucked." I laughed. "That's reassuring." We dressed and then I led Tom out of the office and told him to follow me. I watched as he walked to his truck and jumped in. He was still shirtless. I got into the Pinto and started her up. All the way back to the house Tom followed me closely. I was pleased. Why should I keep these two men a secret from each other? I loved my Dad and Tom was getting to me real fast. We got to the garage and parked in front. I got out first and went looking for my Dad. He was in the third bay replacing some wiring. "Hey Dad" I said as I approached him. His back to me. He was wearing his usual cut offs and boots. Nothing else. He was sweaty and hot looking. "Hey son. I heard you pull up. Thought I heard a second car too?" "You did Dad. I brought Tom back with me. He's looking for a job and knows about being a mechanic. He wanted to meet you. You mind?" Dad looked at me real thoughtfully and then said, "Hell, I don't mind. Don't know if I could really hire anyone but I'll talk to him. Show him in son." I went to Tom's truck and motioned for him to get out of it and to follow me. He did. He was still shirtless but grabbed a shirt from the inside of the truck and went to put it on. I stopped him. "Why bother. He doesn't have one on." So he threw it back in the truck and followed me to bay three. When we got in there Dad had gone back to his wiring but turned around when we entered. "So you're Tom" Dad held out a hand to shake. Tom took it. "Yes sir." Tom said. I could tell he was nervous. Then Dad looked from me and then to Tom. "So you looking for work?" "Anything I can get sir." "You know how to turn a wrench?" "Yes sir. My Dad was a mechanic. I learned from him." "Cool. You been fucking my son?" I was shocked. I looked at Tom and he looked like he just saw a ghost. "Um....I...um, well sir...I" Tom was at a loss for words. I was taken a back myself. Didn't see it going this way. "Dad! What are you doing?" "Did you fuck him today?" Dad kept pressing. "Well, I...." Tom didn't know what to do. Dad then grabbed my arm and told me to follow him. He took me to the office. There were a bunch of boxes in there and an old desk. He turned around and told Tom, "You follow us." When we got into the office Dad closed the door behind Tom. Then he turned back to me. He pushed me towards the desk and made me bend over it. I then felt my shorts get pulled down. I felt my cheeks being pulled apart. And then I felt my father's tongue in my ass. He was digging deep. Sucking and licking like a mad man. I couldn't see Tom but I knew he must have been frozen with fear and shock. Then I heard my father muffle out the words, "Now that's what I was looking for" and he proceeded to eat Tom's cum out of my ass. I was going out of my mind. I was freaking out on one hand because of what Tom must be thinking. On the other hand I was pushing my ass back into Dad's face acting like the whore I was becoming. Once he was satisfied that he had gotten all that he could get he got up. He looked at Tom and said, "good stuff" and then he grabbed me by the hips. He got close to my ear and said, "I told you. When you got cum up that ass you need to tell me so I can eat it out. Now I'm gonna fuck you. Any problem with that son?" "But...er.....Tom...." I said as I was breathing heavy into the desk. "I wouldn't worry about old Tom son. He lost his shorts five minutes ago. Been jerking himself off like a teenager that just found out what his cock could do." And with that he didn't show me much mercy. He shoved his cock up my ass without as much of a hello. Then I heard, "Put the boy's mouth to some use Tom. Bring that cock on over here." And Tom listened. He put his cock up to my lips and I sucked it right in. The more my Dad pounded my ass the more I sucked Tom's cock in. Within a few minutes I also heard my Dad and Tom making out above me. They were using my holes and kissing each other as they did. I didn't know if I should be upset or not. But then I realized that I was sort of using them as well. In fact it really turned me on more. The first one to come was Tom. He shot in my mouth and I swallowed it all down. I came next. Again not touching myself. Then Dad, after feeling my orgasm, had one himself. It was all over. Dad stood straight up and eased himself out of me. He pulled me up and held me up with his arm wrapped around me. Then he looked at Tom across the desk. "You renting that trailer or you own it?". "Um, renting it. Three months behind on rent." Tom was being honest. I liked that. "Fuck that. You gonna work here, you gonna live here. I'll call Sam. Pack up and move in this weekend. You ok with that?" Fuck Dad was calling all the shots. I was waiting to see how Tom was going to take that. "Well, yeah, I guess so, but, what about..." "What about you and Bobby? You think I'm gonna stop you from fucking him? Hell no boy. I'm gonna fuck him and you're gonna fuck him. But I'm gonna fuck you too. You ok with that?" "Fuck yeah I am. Fuck yeah." Tom was happy now. He came around the desk and first kissed me and then looked at my Dad. My Dad grabbed him and gave him a big old wet kiss. Then he put his arms around both of us. He said, "We only got one bed right now. Hope that will work"

Chapter Ten

Tom hadn't felt like a part of a family since his old man died when he was 17. Only a week before his eighteenth birthday. It wasn't hard to convince social services that he would be alright on his own. They didn't want to deal with someone they would have to kick out of the system in such a short time anyway. Tom's Dad, Lou, brought Tom home from the hospital after he was born. Their home was at the same trailer park that Tom lives at now. Just not the same trailer. Tom sold that a few years ago. Tom's Mother, Louise, died during child birth. She went under cardiac arrest and they weren't able to revive her. It was a shock that someone so young, 19, could go like that. Lou was barely 20 himself. They had only been married two months before Tommy was born. Thankfully Lou's parents still lived in the same trailer park and were able to help raise Tommy. They were in their fifties when he was born and would go early too. Both would be dead before Tom's 13th birthday. Lou worked as a mechanic, learning the basics in High School, he got a job in a local garage. Nothing fancy but he worked hard. His mom watched Tommy during the day until Lou picked him up after five. The earliest memories Tom has of his Dad was pure admiration. Tommy remembers him picking him up from his Grandmother's trailer after work wearing his coveralls and smelling like the day. It was his favorite time of the day. Even after Tommy started school he would go to his Grandmother's after school and wait till his Dad picked him up after work. Sometimes they would stay and have dinner with Lou's parents but most nights they would just go back to their own place. Lou was always itching to get out of his work cloths and shower and maybe kick back a few beers. Tommy was always happy to have his Dad to himself anyway. He enjoyed their little two bedroom trailer. The rooms were small but it was theirs. It was one of those where the Master Bedroom was at one end and then the smaller second bedroom was right next to it with the bathroom in between them. The small hallway in front of the second bedroom and bathroom was where you entered the trailer as well. Then you went into the kitchen and the living room took up the other end of the trailer. After Lou picked him up Tommy would usually just go to the living room and watch t.v. while his dad showered and then came out and opened a beer and started dinner. This was pretty much the routine for years. Lou never went out. He seemed to be happy just being home with his boy. Around twelve years old puberty struck Tommy. He found out his penis was for a lot more than just peeing. He started to play with it a lot. It was also around this time that he started to notice others. Oh he noticed girls. But he also noticed boys. And especially men around the trailer park. The place was always a haven for blue collar types and Tommy sure liked to look at that type of man. He knew people thought it was wrong and he kept it to himself. In fact it caused him a lot of aguish in those early years. By this time his Dad was around 32 and was quite a looker himself. Tommy found himself spying on his Dad every now and then. Lou was quickly becoming part of Tommy's fantasies. Lou didn't help the situation much. After his showers it wasn't unheard of for him to just hang around the house in some old gym shorts or something. Lou played football in high school and kept his body lean and in shape all these years. His only vice, beer, didn't seem to have too much of a softening effect on his middle. His pecs were moderately hairy with a nice trail leading down to his belly button and beyond. Tommy had never really thought of "beyond" until recently. As Tommy grew into his teens he noticed other things to enhance his hormones. His Dad's feet, his ass and even his scent were driving him crazy. Sometimes he would go into his room for bed early just so he could jack off. Tommy was playing sports himself. Baseball first. Little league and then some in High School. But he soon followed in Dad's footsteps and played football beginning in his sophomore year. He was average. Not the best but not the worst. He was great looking and dated some pretty hot girls. He was average in his studies as well. By the time High School came around both his grandparents were gone. Tommy would either be at practice after school or getting dinner ready for his dad at the trailer. He loved to hang out naked in the trailer after school and would throw on some gym shorts when he heard his dad pull into the driveway. When Tommy was about 15 he didn't hear his dad come home because his Harley had broke down and he had to get a ride home. The guy giving him a ride left him off in front of the trailer instead of coming in the driveway. Tommy had the music on and was dancing to the music naked as he was preparing dinner. Lou came in the door in the hallway and had a good view of what was happening in the kitchen. He hadn't seen his son's ass in quite a few years...much less his cock...and was impressed by the maturity of both. See Lou had a secret as well. He only married Tommy's mother because it was the right thing to do. He never wanted to get himself in such a mess. Never wanted a wife or children. Although he wouldn't give up the way things turned out for anything in the world. Lou never went out because women did nothing for him. He rarely in his life ever got to act on his natural impulses though. He only had a couple experiences with men. He could see now he was going to have to change that and soon. He felt himself getting hard. A shower was the best thing for him now. "Hi son" he bellowed out with a grin on his face. "Dad!" a stricken Tommy yelled and then scrambled for his shorts. Red face and embarrassed. "Oh hell son. Don't worry about it. Not like I wear much around here anyway. Do what you want. I'm going to take a shower. Tell me when dinner is done." Tommy was shocked but thankful at his father's reaction. He still put on his shorts and finished dinner. By the time Lou came out in his boxers dinner was on the table. During Lou's shower he had decided it was time he took up on some recreational activities himself. He had heard of a place in Houston called Mr. Frizby. It's a gay bathhouse. And a bar called The Exile. He heard it was a little rough but he didn't want to be anywhere main stream. Tommy was 15 and could be left by himself for a Friday or Saturday night. He thinks this weekend would be the right time. By the time Tommy was 16 it was 1971 and Lou was going to Houston every weekend. Just told Tommy now that he was older that he needed to sew some oats. And he hoped Tommy understood. Lou found himself going to Houston on Fridays and not coming home till Sunday afternoon. He found an abundance of men that wanted to have sex with a sexy blue collar type. He found men that worshipped his lean masculine body a real turn on. He learned to like his toes sucked his pits licked and his ass eaten more than he ever thought he would. He would breed 4, 5 even sometimes 6 men before he would be home. Tommy, meanwhile, started to miss his Dad being around too much. One Sunday, when his Dad came home, he asked to sit down and talk with him. He asked if he could hang around one or two weekends a month. Lou said he would try. But Lou was hooked on man sex. And another issue was that his son, who was growing up to be just like his dad, was a sexy young man. Lou was totally turned on by him. But being a good dad he said he would stay home next weekend. By the time Friday came around Lou was kind of regretting telling Tommy he would stay home this weekend. Watching the hot guys in the garage all week left him horned up. But he loved his son more than anything in the world and would give up this one weekend as asked. He stopped by the liquor store and picked up a case of Budweiser. He said he would stay home but he didn't have to be sober. It was a hot day too. He had his overalls unzipped down to his navel. He started going commando after visiting Houston so much. He found that he loved free balling. He always had a natural smell to him but the free balling made him extra horny. Between his cock hanging free and smelling himself all day it drove him nuts. When he parked his truck in the driveway he got out and dropped his coveralls off his shoulders and tied the arms around his waist. It had become a habit on hot days. He would also forgo a shower until bedtime lately. Tommy was inside getting some burgers ready. He had on some very old gym shorts from middle school. They still fit but were well worn and real comfortable. He knew they wouldn't be going anywhere so comfort was top priority. Tommy turned as his dad came in the trailer. The man was a walking wet dream lately. Since he had been going to Houston on the weekends something changed about him. He's more cocky and has a sneaky grin that Tommy didn't remember before. "Hey bubba. What you cooking?" Lou said as he put the beer in the fridge. "Just figured we'd have some burgers. That ok with you pop?" "Sure is. But I need a beer or three first. You want one?" Lou must have seen the look on Tommy's face. This was a first, never been offered a beer before. But he had had a few on the weekends Lou has been gone. He hoped Lou hadn't noticed. "It's ok son. I know you get into my beers. No need to hide it any more. Hell you're 16. All I know you could be going off to Nam in a few years. Enjoy life while you can. Just stay home if you drink. Hear me boy?" "Yes sir" and Tommy accepted the beer. They went and sat in the living room. Tommy put the burgers in the fridge till it was time to cook them. As Lou sat in his easy chair he said, "Damn boy it's hot in here. You have all the windows open?" "Yes sir. I don't think there is one that is closed. I could open the door but the bugs would get in." "Nah, don't do that. Get my boots off and I'll be fine. Get me another beer son." Tommy went and got a couple of more beers. On his way back Tommy saw his Dad struggling with his boots. "Want some help pop?" "Well if you don't mind. Yes. Damn sweaty socks are making it hard to pull off." Tommy got on his knees in front of his dad and started working on the boots. Seeing Tommy in this position gave Lou a moment of lust. Then Lou thought, damn it stop it. He's your son. But Lou liked them young. Always sought out the young ones at the bars and the baths that wanted to worship a blue collar stud like himself. They weren't hard to find. Tommy had a reaction himself. Once he got the first boot off the whiff of foot scent got to him. He felt himself growing stiff in his shorts. Then he took the second one off. The smell was over powering but it left him in a fog of lust. He knew for a long time his Dad turned him on. This is as close as he's ever been to him though. "Take off the socks while you're there boy. The cool air on my feet are already making me feel better." Lou said as he sucked down his beer. He noticed a reaction in Tommy he never thought he would see. And he knew that look now. With all the young guys he had been with. Tommy has a bit of lust going himself. Damn if that boy isn't taking after his old man. Tommy got his Dad's socks off and just stayed there staring at his feet. Masculine working man's feet. Tommy didn't want to leave that spot but was sure he would start looking stupid if he didn't move soon. "Another beer pop?" "Sure son. When you come back you think you could massage my feet for me? Been a long day. It sure would feel nice." Tommy was taken aback. But only for a minute. Sounded like a reasonable request. He came back with another beer for his father. He was still working on the second one himself. But it didn't take much for Tommy to feel the effects of beer anyway. He sat Indian style in front of his dad's feet and took the right one in his hands. He stared at the foot as he did his best to give his father a worth massage. "That feels real good son" And the foot felt real good in Tommy's hands too. That foot couldn't have been more than 6 inches away from Tommy's face. Lou couldn't help but be reminded of the last guy that had his foot in his hands like that. The guy ended up sucking each of his toes and then giving his foot a hell of a tongue bath. At this point Lou had untied the arms of his coveralls and unzipped them all the way down. Tommy never even noticed he was so wrapped up in doing a good job on that foot. Lou was getting hard but it was going down his leg, thankfully, otherwise it would have been sticking right out of the zipper. Lou was almost pushing his foot closer to Tommy's face. Not knowing if the boy had noticed or not he seemed to be getting closer. He looked down at Tommy's crotch. The boy had a full hard on. And either he didn't realize it or wasn't worried about hiding it. Those tight shorts showed off a good sized piece of meat and Lou was proud. Finally Lou asked for another beer. Breaking the trance that Tommy was in. As Tommy got up he noticed how hard he was and got embarrassed immediately. Lou said, "It's ok son, me too" and he pointed down to the snake going down his pant leg. Tommy came back with the beer and unsure of himself couldn't decide to sit down again or not. Lou then said, "Do the other one now son. It feels so good." And Tommy did. As Tommy worked on the left foot he forgot about his hard on again. He just lusted after that foot and what it was attached to. Lou had worked the hand that didn't have a beer in it into his pant leg and massaged his cock a little bit. In a voice so low, yet so masculine, Lou said, "Do you want to taste it son?" This shook Tommy out of his trance again and he stared in disbelief at his dad. "Its ok boy, if you want to". Tommy didn't know what to do. He turned beat red. But he didn't let go of the foot. "Go ahead son. Take a little taste" Lou said in barely a whisper. Shaking now, Tommy looked back at the foot, the lust returning to his face. He knew he not only wanted to taste it but to taste everything his father would let him. He pushed his tongue out of his mouth and slowly moved closer to that foot. He held it up to his face and then from his fathers heel to his toes he left a trail of saliva. And then he did it again. The slight flavor of his foot only enhanced the lust. Before Tommy even could comprehend what he was doing he was sucking on everyone of those toes. Cleaning in between them. Giving the whole foot a tongue bath like it had never gotten before. And after he had gotten every flavor he possibly could off that foot he went back to the other one. Repeating the whole experience again. By that point Lou didn't care and had his cock out in his hand shamelessly jacking it in the open. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened in his life. His own boy worshipping his feet. And by the looks of that package in his sons shorts he was enjoying the hell out of it. "Son, pull my coveralls off", Tommy looked up for only a second and then did as his father asked. As he pulled on both legs Lou lifted his butt off the chair and they came right off. Once Tommy threw them to the side he looked at his dad sitting there in all his glory. He knew now he had permission to look and admire. Lou lifted his feet and put them under Tommy's pits. He pulled him forward until he was able to replace his feet with his hands. He pulled Tommy up and over him till they were face to face. "Son, don't hate me for this" and he put his hands on each side of Tommy's head and pulled him in for a kiss. He made out with the boy like both of them needed the air in each other's lungs. Tommy not only welcomed his father's kisses but returned them with full gusto. It was a dream, no, a fantasy come true. Lou lifted Tommy up and brought him to the bedroom. He put him on the bed and tore the shorts off the boy. He put his cock over Tommy's face and then went for Tommy's ass. He put his face between Tommy's legs and started eating his hole. Tommy had taken the hint by then and was sucking his father's cock as best as he could. Lou's tongue was digging into that sweet young hole as far as he could. He wanted to open the boy up. Wanted to take his cherry tonight. Wanted the boy to be his forever. Tommy was a willing participant. Almost gagging he made an incredible effort to get all that cock down his throat. Just as he was getting used to it Lou pulled out. Leaving Tommy gasping for air. "I'll be right back boy." He was back in a few minutes with a can of Crisco. As he walked in the room he was coating his cock with the grease. When he got to the bed he started to prepare Tommy. Tommy knew what was going to happen. He had heard about such things but never imagined that he would be participating in such a thing. Now it was all he wanted. He thought he would die without it. Slowly Lou lined his cock up with his son's hole. Guiding it in and preparing for entry. "Push out like you're taking a shit son. It will be easier that way." And he popped the head in. A shot of pain went through Tommy. "Take it out, take it out, please." "sh, sh, shhh son. We'll stay just like this till you get used to it...hold on now." He had experience as few virgins in the short time he had been going to the baths. He knew it was only a matter of time when the tables would turn and they would be begging him not to take it out. "o...o...ok...dad" Tommy whimpered. Not wanting to disappoint his dad he stayed strong. The pain began to lesson and his father started to commence entry again. Slowly but the pain remained. Just not as intense. Before they both knew it Lou had bottomed out in his son. Tucked safely in that warm velvety hole of his son's. The best place his cock had ever been. Lou pulled out a little and then went back in. After a few times of this motion Tommy took on a whole new demeanor. He was still whimpering but now it was back to lustful. He was grabbing on to his father's ass cheeks. Pulling him in. Soon Lou put his arms under his son's legs and lifted them up. This is when he started to fuck harder. And harder. Soon his son was screaming out. Not in pain but pleading for him to do it harder. Both of them sweating. The scent of sex and sweat was thick. As Lou fucked him harder and harder Tommy felt the orgasm grow inside his own balls. He was overwhelmed with it. Pulling his father into him faster and harder. Finally he came. Between both their stomachs. He screamed thanking his father for such a feeling. And when Lou felt Tommy come he came deep within his son. He roared like an animal shooting his load with such pressure he was sure it was going to come out of Tommy's mouth. Lou collapsed on top of Tommy. Both of them spent. They fell asleep like that. Forgetting about the hamburgers. Neither one of them woke till the next morning.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning Tommy woke up he was alone in his father's bed. A wave of panic when through him. Wondering what his father was going to think of him. Wondering what was going to happen to their relationship. He loved his father more than anyone on earth and couldn't bare anything coming between them. Especially this. He felt such guilt and was fretting so much he barely could move. He looked for his shorts and put them on and slowly made his way out of the bedroom. That's when he realized coffee was brewing. He turned the corner and there was Lou. Naked as the day he was born. Putting bread into the toaster. When Lou heard Tommy come out of the bedroom he turned around with a shit eating grin on his face. He was only disappointed for a moment when he had seen Tommy had put on shorts but when back to a grin holding out his arms sensing that Tommy needed some reassurance. "You've made me happier than I ever thought possible son. I love you more than anyone could ever love someone. Always remember that" He held him as close as he could. Neither one of them able to breath. Tommy let out a deep breath. Finally able to relax. And then the scent, his father's fucking raw scent, got into his nose. Making him forget about his worries. He hugged back harder. His nose finding his father's pit. Nesting in it. Lou noticed this right away and lifted his arm a bit for his son. "You like the way your pop smells don't you boy? Go ahead buddy. Do what you want. I love the way you love me man." First Tommy took his Dad's permission and only sniffed a bit. He felt himself getting hard and he felt Lou's cock as well. So he dove into that pit. Licking it, biting it and sucking out as much of the scent as he could. He could smell it on his face and in his hair. He was happy. He wanted nothing more than to be able to smell his Dad all day long, all over him. "That's it baby boy. Feels so good when you do that." Tommy looked up at his Dad and Lou grabbed his face and kissed him. Deep sloppy kiss. Making Tommy weak kneed. Tommy slipped down the length of his Dad's body and did get on his knees. He took Lou's cock in his mouth and coated it with his spit. Up and down the shaft.....working on the knob a bit. Playing with his balls. Tommy made love to every part of Lou's genitals. "Lay on the floor boy" Lou said. "On your back" Tommy did as he was asked to do. He laid his back flat on the cheap linoleum floor. His cock standing straight up in his shorts. "First of all there is no need for these, ever again, hear me?" Lou said as he pull Tommy's shorts off. He was stern but not mean. Then Lou squatted over Tommy's face. "You are going to eat my nasty ass now son while I work on your cock. I want you to clean it good to you hear." And he went down until he felt Tommy's breath on his crack. Once he was in that position he grabbed Tommy's cock and went to town on it. Sucking that boy right down his throat. Tommy was so turned on to have his Dad sucking his cock he dove into Lou's ass. He ate it for everything it was worth. Moaning as he did. Grabbing on to Lou's hip and pulling him more into his face. Meanwhile Lou wanted Tommy's cum in his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to taste his boy. Swallow him. So that could both have a little bit of each other inside them. He came in Tommy last night now it Tommy's turn. It didn't take long. The taste of his Dad's ass and the fact that his Dad was blowing him took Tommy over the edge. Pretty soon he was cumming hard down Lou's throat. He screamed into Lou's ass. It was mind blowing. And what made it more unreal was that Lou came all over Tommy's chest and stomach about the same time. Lou lifted himself off Tommy and swung around. He held his boys head and kissed him. Gentle at first and then more sensual. Tasting his ass on the boys lips. Tommy tasting his cum on his Father's breath. Both of them sweating like pigs. The scents surrounding them, sweat, ass, sex, was comforting to both of them. "I have never cum without someone or something touching my cock son. That was incredibility hot." He laid down on the dirty floor along side his son. Both of them coming down from a short but incredible session. Tommy looked over at his Dad and said, "I love you Pop." and Lou looked over at him and concern flashed in his eyes. "Son, I love you more that I have ever loved anyone in my life. Believe it. Come here." and they hugged for a few minutes. Soaking in each others feelings for one another. And then Lou made the move first to get up. "I need a cup of joe son. Come on, get up" Tommy got up and went and sat on the couch. Didn't bother to grab his shorts. This did not go unnoticed by Lou. He was glad. Lou got them both a cup of coffee and joined him on the couch. They sipped for a few moments and then Lou said, "I guess I don't have to go to Houston as often anymore." Looking at his Dad he suddenly thought he understood what those trips were about, "You mean you were going there to be with guys?" Lou chuckled a little bit and said, "Funny how I was hoping you would never figure it out. I was scared to death you would hate having a queer for a Dad. If I was straight I would have found someone close to home. But I've always wanted men son. Always. I really had no idea you would be up for the same thing until yesterday." "What gave me away Dad?" Tommy realized that he would have to ensure no one at school saw the same thing his Dad did. It was the early seventies after all. "It was the look of lust in your eyes when you were massaging my feet son. It was that and the fact that you had a major hard on sticking up in your shorts. But I'm glad son. I'm real glad. I rather be here with you than in Houston any day of the week." As Tommy soaked this all in Lou had an idea. Something he always fantasized about. "Hey son?" "Yeah Pop?" "You want to go riding with me today? In the country?" Maybe go up to the lake?" "Yeah sure. That sounds like fun." "Well, I was thinking. Did you like me doing what I did to you last night?" Lou asked. "Well you mean....you mean when, you stuck...well um..." "When I fucked you Tommy." "Yeah that. Um. Not at first, it hurt like hell but after a while, well yeah. I liked it alright." "Bring me an old pair of your shorts. A pair you don't care what happens too." Lou said as Tommy looked at him trying to figure out what was next. Tommy went into his room and found another pair of gym shorts. Really worn and faded. When he came back he saw Lou was totally hard again. "Sorry son. My idea has me so turned on right now." He took the shorts from Tommy and went into the kitchen He took a knife and slit a long hole along the back seam. From the crotch half way up the back. "Go put these on with socks and work boots. No shirt unless you're afraid of sunburn then take one with you but don't wear it." Lou went into his room and put on the exact same outfit. Except he didn't put any extra holes in his shorts. They were short enough as it was. His balls barely were kept in the thin material. He didn't bother with a shirt at all. When he got back to the kitchen he pulled down his shorts and greased his cock up with some more Crisco and then pulled them back up. Tommy was coming out of his room dressed as his Dad told him to. Looking like a hot little jock. "Come here son." Tommy came up to him. Lou turned him around, pulled down his shorts, and then bent him over a bit. "Just stay real still son." He then took a glob of Crisco and worked it into Tommy's hole. Tommy actually started to whimper. Not in pain. Something else. Lou pulled back up Tommy's shorts and they went out to get onto the Harley. Lou got on first and then Tommy was going to get behind him. "No son. In front of me. You may have to drive a little. But I'll be driving mostly." So Tommy listened to Lou. Got on the front. He was right up against Lou. Feeling hot. Feeling his sweat. Smelling him. It was driving Tommy a bit crazy. Lou was thinking this may be the craziest thing he ever did. He was just hoping he wouldn't get them killed. They took off like that. Lou was doing the driving but if you were passing them by you would have sworn Tommy was driving. Within a half an hour they were out in the country. Tree lined roads. Houses very far apart. Lou's cock never went down. Tommy felt it the whole way. It was turning him on as well. "Steer for a few minutes son" they slowed down a bit and Tommy took control as he felt his Dad fiddle around with his own shorts. "Ok son. Lift up off the seat a bit. Try to stay in control of the bike. Don't kill us." Tommy did as he was asked. Concentrating on the road. Behind him Lou had taken his cock out of the bottom of his shorts and it was standing straight up. He had one hand on his cock and the other on Tommy's hip. He guided Tommy down until the tip of his cock was at Tommy's hole. Tommy was prepared for this. He figured it all out when he saw his Dad in the kitchen lubing up his cock and then telling him to bend over. He first thought that Lou was going to take him right there. But then they left. "You ok son?" Tommy still concentrated on the road. He was more worried about his driving than feeling that cock go up his ass. Instead of answering Tommy started to sit down more. He felt the tip slide in. It didn't hurt as much this time. There was pain but it was different. Maybe because he knew he wanted his Dad's cock up his ass it was different. Last night was all new. Now it was different. He stayed steady on the road. His ass going down on Lou's cock. Watching the road. Sliding down. Then he was on the seat again. In a different position. Having to tilt his ass up a bit to accommodate the cock that was now in it. The vibration of the bike. The girth of the cock. His concentration on the road. Lou leaned over him. Taking over the driving again. They both raised up from the seat a bit. Not having to move much. The vibration. It was doing the work for them. Tommy's chest was almost on the gas tank. Lou was over Tommy. Tommy didn't have to worry about the road anymore. Lou did. The feeling was overwhelming. They stayed like that. Not moving. Lou imbedded in Tommy. The vibration. It was more incredible than Lou could have ever imagined. He didn't have to move. It was doing it for him. Tommy's only thought was that he was hooked on this cock. Never wanted to take it out. They were coming up on a turn off onto a dirt road. The road led to the backside of the lake. Hardly anyone ever used it. Lou slowed down to snail speed. Taking the turn as softly as he could. The bumps of the dirt ramming his cock harder into Tommy. Tommy whimpered again. Lou noticed. It turned him on more. The control he had over his son now was getting to him. He loved it. He loved his son. It was all fantastic. He found a clearing. He stopped the bike and put the kickstand down. Tommy stayed as he was. He knew he must look like laying on the bike making sounds he's never made before. But he didn't care. He loved it. Lou loved it too. In such a short time his son is taking his cock as well as any slut he had in Houston. Lou loved the young sluts. And they loved Lou. As Tommy laid underneath him Lou started to move. Slowly at first. Then after a few minutes he was ramming Tommy's ass. The sweat coming off the both of them was making the dirt wet beneath them. Tommy was holding onto the bike. His boots up around his Dad's thighs. Lou's feet were on the ground holding them all up. Tommy, himself and the bike. Tommy couldn't stand it any more. It wasn't enough. He yelled out, "Fuck me Dad, just fuck me" panting like a French whore. At first Lou was shocked. His son rarely cussed and he was also trying to take it easy on the boy. but then a new cloud of lust came over him. He rammed the boy so hard the shocks on the bike got a work out. He didn't worry about Tommy's pain anymore. It was all about him. Tommy was there for his enjoyment. And that was it. He fucked him hard. Harder than he ever thought he fucked anyone. Building up in his balls he knew would be the best orgasm of his life. He looked down at the shorts Tommy had on and ripped the hole in them bigger. The seam was torn all the way up to the elastic ban now. He watched his cock going in and out of that hairless hole. Watched the sweat travel down the crack of that ass. The heat. It was all he wanted now. To come. And when the time came he almost lost it. He almost lost balance, the bike, Tommy, but he held on. He held on as he plunged into that hole with all his might unleashing an orgasm that felt like it was taking part of his insides with him. He cried out. A primal yell. And then he collapsed on to the boys back. Holding him. Letting his ass milk what was left in his cock. Once he caught his breath he said, "You need to cum Tommy." Wanting to make sure the boy got something out of this as well. "I did Pop. A few minutes ago. But it felt so good. I didn't want it to end. Leave it in there for a few more minutes please." Tommy was out of breath but his ass was still working Lou's cock. But alas, after a few minutes, Lou's used cock fell out of Tommy. Bringing with it some cum and ass juice onto the seat. When Lou saw it he smirked and thought, "I'm not cleaning that off. I'll sit on it every day on the way to work." When they rested and were able to ride without getting into a wreck the got on the bike and headed back to the trailer. But not before Tommy wrapped the shirt he brought around his waist to hide the huge gapping hole on the back of his shorts. Lou laughed and said, "We'll have to invest in some more old shorts we can tear up." and with that they were headed home.

Chapter Twelve

Lou and Tommy's relationship only got better as time went on. The two of them were very close and very honest with each other. Lou still went to Houston, but only once every couple of months, and Tommy didn't mind at all. As much time as they spent together now it was good to spend a little time apart. The only difference was that Tommy hadn't experienced any other man besides his Dad. That all changed in the summer before his senior year in High School. The trailer his grandparents used to live in had long ago been sold and a during the spring it had been hauled off by its new owners to parts unknown to Tommy or his Dad. The complex owners decided to put a single wide on the space and make it a rental at the beginning of the summer. Tommy had started working with his Dad at the shop. He was mostly a goffer and did clean up and organized. But here and there he was picking up on the trade. Between Auto shop in High School and working with his Dad he had a real good understanding of how cars worked and what was needed to maintain them. Sometimes Tommy rode with his Dad on his Harley and other days he just rode in on his bike. Those were the days they only let Tommy work about four hours. One of these half days Tommy left the shop around 11 am. He wore coveralls to work just like his Dad. And he wore nothing underneath just like his Dad too. Before he got onto his bike he unzipped the coveralls below his naval and slipped it off his shoulders. After the top had fallen off he tied the arms around his waist. Then he took the right leg of the pants and tucked it in his boot so the chain wouldn't catch them. At 17 Tommy had become thick like his Dad. Between football and working in the garage and some weight training with his Dad at an old gym his Dad went to he himself was becoming quite the blue collar stud. Girls were all over him at school. And he dated a few of them to keep up appearances. They did nothing for him though. He did fuck a couple. Just so the stories got around. And it worked. But he was really careful. Didn't want any situation to occur that the girl would trap him into marriage. It wasn't going to happen. So if you just happened to see Tommy riding into the trailer park that morning you wouldn't have been able to take your eyes off of him. His bare shoulders and chest tanned by the sun with a glistening of sweat. His dark hair thick and of medium length. Dark brown eyes. Strong chin. Thick beefy arms. And a big thick ass packed with muscle. And Tommy didn't mind being looked at. He and his Dad were more or less exhibitionists. And Tommy knew at that moment that his ass crack was peaking over the top of the back of his coveralls. The coveralls being forced down by the constant peddling motion of Tommy's legs. This all wasn't lost on Jeb. Jeb was the new renter of the single wide on Tommy's grandparents old lot. The lot was at the beginning of the park as Tommy and Lou lived more into the middle and off to the side. Jeb had his own business. He was a plumber. Everything he needed he had in his van. That's where he worked out of. He had moved to this small town in Texas several years ago from Houston as well. He's done pretty well too for a 28 year old. But he was living in a little one bedroom apartment off the highway and there was no privacy at all. When he saw this single wide available for rent in the paper he pounced on it. It's on the main road of the complex but it has a small yard that is fenced in in the back and is gated. There is enough foliage around the small lot to make it feel like you're almost alone. The park was willing to sell it eventually if Jeb ended up liking it enough. And like Tommy and Lou Jeb liked as little clothing as possible. That morning in fact he was on the porch on the side of his trailer with nothing on but old worn out cut off jeans. One side was sliced up all the way to the belt loops and there were so many holes and worn out spots on the shorts it was a wonder his genitals stayed inside. He was wearing shorts up on the porch because he wasn't sure yet what you could see from the road. Otherwise he'd be bare assed. Jeb didn't have any appointments lined up that day. He did that often. Just blocked out a day here and a day there. He liked his free time. He also likes spending time in Houston with some of his old buddies too. And that is usually what he does on his time off. But today he decided to hang around the house and relax. But what he saw on that bicycle did anything but relax him. The young buck riding in the complex on his bike sweating in the heat was causing Jeb to wonder what something like that may taste like. Taking a sip of his coffee as he enjoyed the sight he noticed the young man notice him watching him. The guy on the bike waved and Jeb waved back. Tommy slowed down his bike and stopped in front of the man's trailer. "How you doing?" Tommy said being neighborly. "Great thanks. You live around here guy?" Jeb asked. "Yep. Me and my Dad live around the corner back by the woods. Your trailer sits on the lot my grandparents used to live on. My name's Tommy" "Nice to meet you Tommy. I'm Jeb. Want some coffee?" Jeb asked while he was thinking he wouldn't mind getting this boy up here to look at closer. "Sure" Tommy said. He didn't have anything else to do this morning and his Dad would be at work until at least five. Might as well get to know the new neighbor. Tommy walked his bike up Jeb's driveway and leaned it on the porch next to the van. He got up to the porch and Jeb stood up and they shook hands. "I'll be right back out Tom. Make yourself at home." As Jeb turned into the house Tommy took inventory of the man's attributes. He was about the same height as Tommy, about 5' 9", and probably 15 or twenty pounds heavier. The guy was built but with a slight gut. Those shorts he has on barely were able to contain his body. And his scent. Stronger than Tommy's. Hell, stronger than Lou's even. It lingered on the porch after he went into the trailer. And he was light haired. Almost blond but not really. Short hair buzzed down almost all the way. He had a smooth muscular chest and furry legs. Jeb wasn't as handsome as his Dad but definitely there was something sexual about him. As Jeb was pouring his guest a cup of coffee he thought, "Man, I better be careful. Don't want to upset the boy or his old man. Hell if the kid looks like that the old man would probably be able to wipe the pavement with me. Don't want to get on their wrong side. But the kid will make good jack off material later on." He grabbed both cups of coffee and headed back out onto the porch. When he got there he was met with quite a sight. Tommy had untied the arms of his coveralls and the zipper was almost all the way down. You could totally see the top of his pubes. And he had his hands behind his head. His biceps bulging. He was totally relaxed in the chair with his legs spread wide open. As Jeb came out though he got up a bit off his chair to grab his cup. "I hope blacks alright?" Jeb asked. Tommy just said, "It's just fine with me, thanks". The coveralls slipped about another inch. Not enough to see Tom's cock but enough for Jeb to take another peak. Lord knows Tommy wasn't shy at all about his body. But he did notice when someone took an interest in it. And Jeb was looking more that he thought a straight bud should. Oh Tommy was looking too. He noticed Jeb's strong body and big muscular ass as he walked into the trailer. He also noticed that the bulge in the front of the shorts was having a tough time staying above the bottom of the torn up material. As Tommy took a sip of his coffee Jeb took his seat. The two of them both took in the sight of the other one as they sipped. Tommy thought he better say something soon. The awkward silence was getting to him. "For being right on the main road your little spot here is almost as private as ours. Hell I only saw your head and a bit of your shoulders from the road. They did a good job with this porch and trailer." "Yeah. I like it. I wasn't too sure about being on the main road of the complex but like you said. It's pretty private. Knowing that you can see that little of me from the road makes me feel a lot better about it too. I like my privacy." "Yeah, Pop and I like it too. Our trailer is off on one of the side roads and our little yard is about as far back as you can get. When the truck is in the driveway no one can see back there. We like it. And we have a shed too." "Sounds great. So you on break from work or something?" Jeb asked. "No, I'm off. Only worked four hours today. The owner of my Dad's shop lets me work there in the summer. I'm basically the goffer and janitor. But I'm learning a lot about turning a wrench too. I really like it. And I really like that I work with my Dad. We're pretty close." "So you're in school?" Jeb was afraid to know the answer. "Yep. Be a senior in the fall." Tom said. "That's great. You play sports? You look like you do." Jeb was trying to turn the conversation into as normal as possible. A kid still in High School. Probably has pussy coming out of his ears. And he lives with his old man. Probably wants to be just like the guy. Great. Two straight studs to totally frustrate him. Any hopes of having any gay neighbors were diminishing quick. "Yep. Football. Defensive end. I get by." The kid was totally humble. Turned Jeb on more. "Nice. Girls like football players. You must be set." "Yeah, well. I do ok. They can be a pain in the ass too. I mean I date and stuff. Just no one steady. Can't afford a girlfriend. They take and take just so you can cope a feel once in a while. Not my type of thing." Tommy said as his one hand held his mug and the other mindlessly when up and down his chest and his stomach. The kid had no idea how fucking sexy he was right now. Jeb was doing everything he could to control himself. "Yeah I get you kid. I remember. I was a wrestler in High School. Felt the same way." Tommy took Jeb in again. That makes sense. Compact hard body. Built with all the right curves. Kind of a menacing look to him. A wrestler. Tommy wouldn't mind a match sometime. But Tommy was sure this guy didn't get into the type of stuff him and his Dad did but it was nice to think about. "Yeah. You look like a wrestler man. I can see that. You're definitely built like one." Tommy said admiringly. That wasn't lost on Jeb. Did the kid just give me the once over. Looking me up and down like a dog in heat. Nah, he thought, I'm just horny as fuck and it's hot out already. Makes it worse. The kid had a stupid grin on his face too. Tommy was thinking how horny the heat was making him about the same time Jeb was. He knew he had to be careful with this guy. Him and his Dad had a great life. Didn't want to fuck it up by trusting the wrong person. "More coffee Tom?" Jeb snapped Tommy out of his thoughts. "Nah, thanks. Almost too hot for coffee now." "Well I got beer. But I don't know how your old man would feel about that. Hate to get on the wrong side of someone I haven't met yet. I was going to start early myself. Took the day off." Jeb stated. "What do you do anyway if you don't mind me asking. I see the van in the driveway. But that could mean anything. Carpenter? Concrete?" Tommy asked. "I'm a plumber. Went to trade school right out of high school. Started in Houston. Moved here a couple years ago. Got too crazy in Houston." Jeb said. All Tommy knew about Houston was the tales his Dad told him. But he knew there was more to Houston than that. Just hadn't heard anything. "Well truth be told Jeb, my Dad doesn't care if I have a beer or two without him. As long as I don't drive or leave actually. And I have nothing to do for the rest of the day. I'd be bored as shit if I hadn't run into you." Jeb could tell the kid was telling the truth. He said it in a way that he wasn't trying to impress Jeb. Just stating the facts. And the thing about not being allowed to go anywhere if he did drink was something a kid lying wouldn't say. "Well hell then. Two beers coming up. What time you expecting your Dad anyway?" Jeb said as he started inside the trailer. "About 4:30 or 5:00. When ever he's done" Tom answered. Jeb came back pretty quickly with two Schaefer beers. Cheap but good beer. Lou bought them a lot. Tommy hadn't eaten much yet so he figured he better take it easy. Jeb was thinking the exact same thing. He hadn't eaten at all. As they drank and shot the shit the day was turning out to be a hot one. Tommy really wanted out of his boots and socks. Hell he wanted out of all his cloths but that wasn't in the cards. "Hey Jeb, it's fucking hot man. Mind if I take off my boots and socks. I'm dying." "Make yourself at home kid. Those boots look hot. Hell you could sit in your underwear I wouldn't give a shit" Jeb said with trepidation. Better watch what comes out of his mouth from here on out. "Well that be great. If I was wearing any." Tommy laughed. "It's too hot under these coveralls sometimes." That peaked Jeb's interest even more. Might have even sent a little blood to his cock. The kid was free balling under that uniform. Fuck man. That was all he needed. "Your old man ok with that?" he asked. "Hell, he's been doing it for years. I don't think either one of us own underwear anymore." Tommy chuckled again. Fuck I'm going to have to meet his old man soon. Two hot studs. Fuck. The heat and the beer weren't helping things much. Jeb was getting more than horned up. Meanwhile Tommy had gotten his boots and socks off and set them to the side. He stretched out again and was rubbing his feet and toes together as he aired them out. Jeb looked down and imagined how tasty they must be right now. Jeb stood up real fast and said, "I'm ready, you?" "Sure" Tommy said. Lost in the feeling of the air on his feet. But as Jeb turned around to go in he did notice that his shorts were a little bit more filled up in the crotch area. And then he realized that before he got up Jeb was looking at his feet. Could Jeb have a foot fetish like him. He couldn't imagine this strapping stud being into guys also. But he was hopeful. Dad wouldn't mind. He didn't think anyway. Hell Lou still went on a weekend to Houston about once a month. So he shouldn't mind. Jeb came back with two more beers. Tommy looked up at his face and noticed it was wet. Jeb noticed Tommy looking and said, "I threw cold water on my face. Helps with the heat. That trailer is hotter than an oven already." Jeb sat down and put his beer on the side table. He put both his arms behind his head. His pits looked moist. Tommy stared for a moment too long. The guys arms were bigger than Tommy's but not as big as his Dad's. Tommy realized that he just wanted to put his whole face in there. Breath the guy in for a while before he start sucking all the sweat out of there. He took another sip of beer realizing also that he was getting hard. Jeb looked over at Tommy watching him look him over. What is that kid staring at. Then Jeb looked down. The kid definitely had a chubby under those pants. And it was starting to creep up to the top of the zippered part. Thinking quick Jeb said, "So what do you do with your free time." His hand dropped to his crotch. Testing the kid out. Seeing if he notices. "I...um....well, not much. When it's this hot and there's no school I hang out at home. We have a weight bench under the car port. I work out some. Wait for Dad to get off and I get dinner ready. Not much. We have a pretty boring life." Tommy was watching Jeb's hand now. Waiting for it to move. But it just sat over his crotch. Teasing him. Jeb noticed. Decided to up the anti. He grabbed onto his cock through the material and gave it a bit of a squeeze. The results were breathtaking. Tommy's cock shot straight up and the top inch or two was over what material was covering him just a few moments ago. Jeb took a quick swallow of his beer. He liked this. Tommy all of a sudden realized what happened. But he couldn't move. Didn't want to bring attention to the fact that his cock was now sticking up out of his coveralls. But Jeb was looking right at it. With a smirk on his face. He knew. He knew what Tommy was. But he didn't look upset. He looked more amused. Or something. Tommy couldn't figure it out. "Why don't you get more comfortable boy" Jeb said all of a sudden. "huh?...what?" Tommy was taken aback for a moment. "Why don't you slide that uniform off ya. Let me get a good look." Jeb said openly grabbing at his crotch now. This boy was game. He could tell. And he was going to have him. "But I...." Tommy was hesitant. He wasn't sure about this guy. "But what? You want me to go first?" Jeb said. Then he unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them off. His cock sprang right up. Hard as a rock. And it was large. Tommy just stared. It had to be at least 9 inches. Tommy was in a trance. There was something about Jeb. Something he wanted. "Come on boy, get comfortable with me" Jeb said again. Tommy stood up for a moment and his coveralls slid down his legs onto the floor boards of the porch. His cock standing proud. Then he sunk back onto his knees. He was about to move forward but Jeb stuck his foot out. On to Tommy's chest to stop him. Tommy looked confused for a moment but then caressed Jeb's calf and brought Jeb's foot up to his face. He sniffed it. Put it up to his face. Then he licked it. From heal to toes. And back down again. Then he took each toe into his mouth. Got them wet with his spit. He's forgotten all his earlier concerns. He was totally in heat. Wanting every inch of the man in front of him. He left the foot for a moment and let his tongue lead him up Jeb's leg. He set his sights on the set of balls sitting on the seat. With a large cock being held up by them. As he inched closer to Jeb's crotch he caught the scent of male musk radiating off the man's balls. It got him hotter. He dove for those balls and licked them clean. "We got a little pig here? You like the way those balls taste bud? Come taste this man. Clean my pits for me dude." Jeb said as he lifted his left arm over his head and then took a sniff himself. "Yeah boy. In this heat Uncle Jeb has a lot of flavor under this arm. Come on man." Tommy looked up. Complete lust in his eyes. He slid his own torso up the man's body. Licking his way up. Stopping at his nipple for just a small bite. Then he stopped at the pit. Took a couple of sniffs. Moaned a bit. Then he dove in. Licking first then sucking. Getting arm pit hairs in between his teeth. He didn't care. He wanted all this man's flavor he could get. The working man taste he was addicted to. "Damn son. You're a good bitch. What are you willing to do for me man? What do you want?" Jeb said as Tommy sucked and nibbled on his pit. Tommy lifted off for a second to respond, "Anything". That was all he had to say. Because Jeb had been looking at the muscular ass of the boy the whole time. He wanted to plant his seed in him in a bad way. "I'm going to lay on my back boy. You're going to suck my cock. While you're doing that I'm going to eat your ass. You got that?" Jeb said. "Yes sir. Now sir?" Jeb liked this. Fuck he liked it a lot. Jeb pushed the boy off of him and proceeded to lay on his back on the floor of the porch. "Squat down on my face boy. I want you to crush my face with your ass. Then suck my cock man." Tommy did as he asked. Before he started to suck Jeb's cock though he grinded his ass into the man's face. Being a bit more forceful than he ever has before. But for some reason he thought his new friend would appreciate it. And he was right. Jeb started chomping on Tommy's ass like there was no tomorrow. Tommy felt like the man's tongue must be a foot long the way he was pushing it in. Tommy leaned forward and took Jeb's cock into him mouth. He had been able to take his Dad's cock down his throat in one try. But Jeb's took a little work. After a few tries Tommy succeeded. Jeb noticed it and almost came. Never before had someone taken him all the way down their throat in such a short amount of time. And the way Tommy's throat muscles were milking his cock it was like a machine. He couldn't believe it. God he hoped this wasn't a one time thing. This went on for what Jeb thought was a long time but had only been about five or ten minutes. He could tell Tommy's mouth was getting sore. Time to flip him around. Time to get into that ass. Especially before he came. He wanted to plant it deep in Tommy's ass. Not his throat. Jeb pushed his ass off his face and said, "Time for the best part kid. Turn around and kiss me. Taste your ass on my mouth." Tommy did as he was told quickly. He knew what the best part was. And he was willing. He whipped around and stuck his tongue down Jeb's throat. Licking away at the inside of his mouth trying to taste himself on Jeb's lips. Meanwhile Jeb was aiming his cock at the boy's hole. He gently directed Tommy's hips downwards. Till the tip of his cock met the boy's hole. Tommy felt the tip at the entrance and backed up on it. Sucking the man's cock up his hole. Tommy had lots of practice with this now and knew how to make it feel good instead of painful. But, again, the size and girth of Jeb's cock presented a slight problem. A little more pain than he was used to. But he forged ahead. Sliding slowly down the shaft till he got down to the man's pubes. Again Jeb was astonished. How fucking hot was this kid. He waited for a moment or two and then started slowly fucking him. Holding on to his hips he slammed into him after a while. They were both moaning. Kind of loud too. Thankfully most of the neighborhood was at work. Between the heat and the lust they both didn't last very long. Jeb came first. He was ready since the kid took his cock down his throat. And when Jeb came Tommy felt it. It was all he needed. He shot all over Jeb's chest and stomach. Then he collapsed on him. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Almost glued together. Then Tommy said, "Can we do this again?" Jeb laughed and said, "Fuck yes buddy. Fuck yes."

Author: Jake Stone

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