Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2021 07:44:39 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Life Upside Down

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I found this old story of mine on another site I used to write on. It was
in 14 short chapters. I just combined them all for a one off. I'm not
going to add to it. It ended just fine the way it was. I did edit it a
bit as it was written 15 years ago. My writing was even worse than it is
now, believe it or not. I hope you enjoy it.


I lose interest when you lose interest. Share your fantasies
studbluecollar@gmail.com.

My other stories never really end but I do take long breaks from them.
Writer's block is an evil thing. But these things usually come to me at
night and when I get up in the morning I'll bang out a chapter to
clear it all up. Then I have a quick jerk off session. So don't worry.
I come back to them all eventually.

All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real
places but with made people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more.

I'm not your father. You know the laws in the area you live. You know
the chances of STD's. But live life how you wish on your own terms and
do not judge others. Life is too short. Love.

Life Upside Down (2006)

It had been a long day at school.

First, I got a C on my science exam. (I'm an A student!) Then, my locker
had been broken into. Now, here I was at practice after school about to
get my ass whipped by the biggest guy on the wrestling team.

I was a pretty good wrestler. But, this guy could take down King Kong
without a problem. He's just a junior like me. But, he looks about 10
years older. For some reason, every time I pair up with him I get an
instant hard on. Thank God for my jockstrap. I don't get it. The guy
stinks. He is hairy as hell and I am dating the fuckin' head
cheerleader. But, for some reason, I get hard when I match up with this
dude.

We are on the mat and the coach is about to give us the go, when the
principal walks in. Mr. Carver is usually a jolly type guy. This time,
his face is white as a sheet. I wonder what's up. He goes directly over
to the coach and tells him something. They both look at me. Oh great, now
what did I do?

Coach signals me over. Mr. Carver says he needs to talk to me in the
office. We get to his office and he asks me to sit down.

"Jake," he says, "I have some bad news for you and I have no way to
know how to tell you."

"What is it Mr. Carver?" I ask.

"Well son, it's your mom," he replies. "She left work at lunch to run
some errands. When she didn't come back her boss worried, since she never
did that. A couple hours later he received a call from the police. Your
mom was in an accident. She was rushed to the hospital, but didn't make
it there. She died Jake. I am so sorry."

I sat there trying to take in what Mr. Carver just said. This can't be
happening. How did this happen. Mr. Carver let it settle in before going
on. He waited until I spoke.

"What happens now Mr. Carver?" I ask. "She was all I had." I think I
was still in shock. I really didn't know how to react.

"Well, Jake, your mom listed your dad as next to notify in an emergency.
He lives south of here, right?" the principal asks.

"Yea, but I haven't seen him in years," I reply. "He is really good
about support checks and all, but really never has come up here. I guess
he has a lot going on. Mom never would answer any questions about him. I
get some presents once in a while and she gets the checks, but that's
it. I don't even know him." Mr. Carver says, "I know Jake. But, I had to
call him as he's listed on the forms. I figured he would be distant or
unconcerned about the situation since you both had so little contact.
But, I must say I was very surprised to hear true concern in his voice.
He was actually so worried about you that I got a lump in my throat while
I spoke to him. He asked me to speak with you first. Then, to make sure
it would be okay for him to come. He didn't want to barge in on you. He
was concerned that you wouldn't want him here."

"Also Jake, I have to tell you that now that your mom is gone, he does
have custody of you," Mr. Carver continued. "She never contested
custody. Your dad did tell me that your mom and he had a falling out
years ago and she forbade him to come near you guys. He said she would
never seek anything legal as long as he just stayed away. That way, when
you're old enough you could make your own decision if you wanted to see
him or not."

I sat there listening. So, it had been my mom telling him to stay away.
It wasn't him wanting to stay away.

"Your dad is a mechanic and owns his own shop," says Mr. Carver. "He
said it would take a couple of days to close the shop and be up here if
you want. He can stay through the funeral and then was hoping you would
want to go back with him. It would mean a change of high schools...and
life actually. But it's up to you, Jake. He said he would do what you
wanted, but the alternative isn't that great. You would become a ward of
the state until you turned 18, if you chose not to go with him."

"Well Mr. Carver. I guess I ought to meet him first," I said. "It's a
lot to think about, I guess."

He said, "I know son, I will take you home. Mrs. Stevenson from your
mom's office will be there. I guess you know her pretty well."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "She is my mom's best friend. She's always at my
house."

"Well, she said she would stay with you until your dad makes it up here,
if that's okay with you," inquired Mr. Carver.

"Actually, I would like that, Mr. Carver. She is like an aunt," I
explained.

"Good. That's settled," principal Carver said. "If you want to wait
outside the office, I will call your dad and tell him you would like to
see him. Then, I will take you home. Is that alright with you, Jake?"

"Yes, sir," was my reply.

When I got home and saw Mrs. Stevenson, I lost it. I must have cried for
hours. Not only was my mom gone, but also I was about to meet my dad for
the first time in years. I had few memories of him. He left when I was
about five. I was scared.

Nothing was ever gonna be the same.

After the day my mom died, everything became a bit of a blur. She died on
Tuesday and the funeral was set for Friday. On Wednesday night, I heard
my dad would be coming up the next day. It was a five-hour drive. So, he
would arrive during the afternoon.

I didn't eat or sleep very well since I got the news. But, I must admit I
was anxious to meet my dad again. It had been so long, I forgot what he
looked like. Mom had no photos of him. So, I had no clue what to expect.

On Wednesday night some friends from the wrestling team stopped by. They
brought some pizzas & sodas and we just hung out together. It was great.
I felt a little like my old self again. I was actually sorry to see them
leave. What I had to face in the next couple of days made me uneasy. I
hadn't heard from my so-called girlfriend. It was fine since I was ready
to ditch her anyway. I always suspected she was cold hearted and her lack
of contact since my mom died proved it.

Thursday morning, I got out of bed at about 5 a.m. I just couldn't sleep
anymore. I was getting more and more excited about seeing my dad. I went
for a jog to work off the tension. When I got back, I cleaned up the
house, took a shower and waited. It seemed like forever before the phone
rang.

At noon, the call finally came.

"Hello?" I said.

"Er...Jake, this is Clint...I mean your dad," he said. "I am about five
minutes away. Is it okay to come over now?"

"Um, yeah...dad," I stammered. "I've been waiting for you."

He replied, "Okay bud, I'll be there in a minute. Bye."

"Um...bye," was all I said.

Well, that wasn't too bad. I hoped we had more to say when he got here.
But, I was not too sure what we would talk about.

About three minutes later, the doorbell rang. I slowly opened the door.
Standing before me was a very large man. He wasn't as tall as he looked,
but was wide in the shoulders. He was wearing a polo shirt a few sizes
too small and some snug jeans. The jeans seemed to be normal for him but
he seemed uncomfortable in the shirt. His hair was brown like mine. His
eyes were blue like mine, too. He had a handlebar mustache, huge biceps
and a tiny waist. Damn, he was fit. I could only hope to look like that
when I got to be 34.

"Hi, Jake," he said. "I'm your dad, Clint Mathews. Well, er...I guess
you know my name. Hi."

With that, he stuck out his hand to shake. At that moment, I was so
overcome with emotion; I just hugged him and started crying like a big
baby. At first, my dad didn't know what to do. Then, he hugged me back.
He hugged me tight, too. We stood at the doorway like that for at least
five minutes - me crying and dad holding me tight. Actually, I think he
cried a little too.

Holding him close like that felt so right. But, then I started to notice
it seemed a little too right. I swear I was starting to get hard. What
was wrong with me? I also noticed dad smelled so much like that dude at
the wrestling matches. It was sort of like B.O., but better. Dad had a
real man's smell. I found myself breathing him in deep. I felt so safe
and comfortable. I had to snap myself out of it.

"I'm sorry dad," I said. "Please, come in. You don't need some fool boy
crying all over you like that after you drove such a long way."

"I didn't mind at all, Jake," he assured. "I didn't mind at all. But,
let me get my things first. Then, you can show me some place to put
them."

"Sure, dad. Let me help you," I said.

"You sure have grown to be a good looking kid," he remarked. "The last
picture I had of you was when you were five. I have it in my truck."

He has it in his truck? The dude carried my picture wherever he went?
Wow! And, for years I thought he didn't want anything to do with me.

I got dad settled into the extra bedroom. He didn't want to go near mom's
room. Neither did I, actually. Her friends said they would take care of
her personal things for me. Thank God.

"You eaten Jake?" he asked.

"Nope. I sure haven't," I answered. "Do you want me to fix something?"

"Heck no, bud," he responded. "Let's go out and grab something. We can
talk out of the house and get to know each other a bit."

"Sounds good, dad. Fast-food or sit-down?" I wonder aloud.

He asks, "You got some sort of a burger and beer type place around?"

"Yea, there is a place up a few blocks called Bill's Family Tavern," I
said. "It's not a bad place. The crowd should be thinning out, now that
lunch is almost over."

"Sounds good," he said. "Lets go there."

We got to Bill's and ordered burgers. I had Coke, while dad had a couple
of beers. It seems he was just as nervous about our meeting as I was. For
some reason, I just couldn't stop looking at him. He was everything
masculine I wanted to be!

He broke the silence , "I had to borrow a suit for tomorrow, Jake. I'm
not much for dressing up usually. Don't own many nice clothes."

"Well, I noticed that the polo shirt doesn't fit too good," I laughed.
"Don't wear it much, eh?"

"You caught me," he replied. "It's been hangin' in the closet for
years. I usually just wear work clothes or a clean t-shirt when I dress
up. Hope that doesn't disappoint you."

"Not at all," I said. "The dress shirts I have mom bought me and for
what I don't know. I wear shorts and tees all the time myself. Hey dad?"

"Yea Jake?"

"You figure we would get along okay?"

"I hope so," he said. "We're doing so good so far, bud. What do you
think?"

"I think I want to go home with you, if that's okay," I said.

Clint's eyes became very wet and he looked directly at me and said,
"There is nothing in this world I would like more than for you to come
home with me, son. I don't have a pretty house like your mom did. It's
more of a bachelor pad. It has three bedrooms and one bath - nothing but
the basics. And it sits behind the garage I own. I have enough money.
But, I don't spend it on much except the truck and what I sent your mom.
If you don't mind living like that, you are more than welcome."

"Sounds good to me, sir. I am just so happy," I said. "I didn't know
what to expect when I met you. But, now I am okay with everything. I just
need to get through the funeral and I'll be fine."

"I think we both need to get through that funeral and we'll both be
okay," he said. "Just so you know though, I live pretty casually - no
pretenses. The garage sits on the main road and the house sits behind it.
Behind the house is about five acres. It's very private and peaceful and
that's the way I like it. I would be very happy having you around though.
I've been alone too long."

When we got back to my house, we had little time to ourselves. Mom's
friends came and went. We had enough food to feed ten armies. By the time
everyone had gone, I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up in my bed the
next morning. I didn't know how I got there...and I was naked. I always
slept naked, but didn't know how I got that way last night. I shrugged it
off, put on some shorts and went down for breakfast.

My dad was already up, wearing gym shorts, cooking up some eggs and
bacon. I didn't expect that at all. The shorts were like everything else
he wears - a bit tight. It was obvious he didn't have any underwear on
either. I wonder if he always did that like me. I hated the stuff. I just
wore jockstraps in the gym and for wrestling. Otherwise, I was commando
always. Now, the big questions: why was I noticing and why was I thinking
so much about it? The other thing I noticed was how big my dad's butt
was. Not `fat' big, but two large globes of muscle. His butt cheeks
pulled up on the material of the gym shorts so much that the bottom of
his butt stuck out just a bit. I found myself staring while I sat at the
table. I need to stop this.

"So Jake, the funeral is at 11," he said. "I was thinking after that we
could go get something to eat, then come back and pack up your things. We
could leave tomorrow or Sunday...unless you want to stick around a few
days. I would understand."

"No, dad," I replied. "I want to get going. It doesn't feel right
around here without mom. I talked to the principal yesterday. He said I
could transfer down to the high school where you live without a problem.
Since there's only two weeks left he said to just take the rest of the
year off and start fresh next year. I had grades good enough that I'm
fine. Wrestling was over anyway."

He said, "Yeah, I talked to the principal about that, too. Then it's
settled, bud. We are out of here as quick as we can get. The truck is
empty. So, we can bring anything you want. Do you want me to rent a
U-Haul trailer?"

"Nah. I just want what's in my room," I said. "They can sell
everything else. It wasn't mine to take anyway. It was mom's stuff...and
taste for that matter."

Clint looked at me and smiled, "She did have a woman's taste didn't she,
Jake?"

I looked up through misty eyes. "Yeah, I didn't think much of all this
girlie stuff. But, I am gonna miss her," I whimpered.

"I know buddy. Come here," Said dad and took me in his arms. It felt so
good to be hugged by dad. It felt so warm and with both their shirts off
Jake was once again noticing a bit of excitement stirring his own cock.

Damn, what was wrong with me? Am I turning into a pervert or something?
Jake broke away, saying something about heading to the shower. Clint said
to get a move on so they wouldn't be late.

The funeral went by. Jake and Clint stayed till everyone had left. There
was no graveside service planned. So, this was it. I stood by the closed
casket and softly said, "Goodbye."

Then Clint put his arm around my shoulder and led me out to the truck, to
a new life. After tonight, everything I'd ever known and loved would be
gone. I would be putting my faith into the man he only has just begun to
know - my dad.

We headed down to the small town my dad, Clint, had lived in since he
left my mom. I didn't know what to expect, but was thankful to be out of
mom's house. I couldn't get rid of the sadness there.

After what seemed like hours, dad pointed to a fairly large mechanics
garage. The sign read, "Brown & Son's Automotive Repair."

"I bought the place from old Mr. Brown," said Clint. "It seems his
son's weren't as interested in mechanics as they were in college. Since
they weren't coming back he sold me the place pretty cheap - house and
all."

I asked, "How come you never changed the name, dad?"

"Never really thought about it, Jake," Came the reply. "But, if you
stick around, maybe I will change it..."

We turned up a dirt drive on the side of the garage and drove past some
trees to an old farmhouse. There was a deck on the side and from what I
could gather; it was pretty secluded just like dad had said.

"I didn't really have time to clean up a spare bedroom for you," Dad
said. "But, this way you can choose between the two rooms anyway. And,
I'd better warn you, Jake. I'm a bit of a pig. Not much in the way of
cleaning up and stuff. If anything grosses you out too bad, I will try to
clean it up...okay?"

"Not a problem dad," I said. "I don't have much to do. So, maybe I can
help you out with that anyway."

"Well, son...I was hoping maybe you'd want to work in the garage with
me. Maybe learn some about cars...if you want," he said.

"You bet, dad!" I exclaimed. "I didn't know if you would want me there.
I took automotive shop for the past two years in high school. It's just
the basics really. But, I know my way around the tools anyway."

"Well, there you go, son," he smiled. "You won't be in the way at all.
Might even add to the atmosphere. Now, the first thing is to get out of
these clothes and find me some cutoffs. Next thing is to get some beer on
ice. You like beer Jake?"

I replied, "Well...yeah, dad. Mom never let me have any at the house
though. She would have killed me if she knew I ever had any."

"Yep. That sounds like your mom, bud," he said. "She was just looking
out for you. Well, let's make a rule. No beer on school nights and since
this is summer vacation for you, that won't take effect till
September...or if you're going out. But, if it's the weekend and you're
gonna hang out with me - beer is okay. Deal?" "You bet, dad. Any other
rules?" I asked.

"Not really, son. I'm used to living alone though. So, I'm not really
tidy and I will try to remember to put shorts on."

"Don't change anything for me, dad. We are two guys. No reason to be
shy," was my quick retort.

What was I saying? I just basically told my dad it was cool to be naked.
Am I hoping to get a glimpse - or what? Have I become a pervert?

Dad said, "Well then, Jake. Same here. Don't be shy. Actually, you can't
be too shy. I took all the inside doors off years ago to refinish them.
They are buried in the basement somewhere. If you feel the need to go get
one for your room then so be it. But, it doesn't bother me none."

"Well, okay," I said. "I guess we'll see how I feel, dad."

We walked into the house. Dad wasn't kidding. He was a pig. There wasn't
a lot of garbage around. But, the place wasn't spic-and-span either. A
lot of beer bottles were lying around.

He showed me the two rooms and told me to pick one. Nothing was in either
one except for a few boxes. We had my bed in the truck. So, I just needed
to pick a room to put it in. One room was in the corner farthest away
from dad's. The other was next to his and across from the bathroom. For
some reason I picked that one. It was the same size with one less window.

I took the boxes, put them in the other room and got a broom. After
sweeping and getting the cobwebs down, dad got us a couple beers. He had
since changed into cutoffs and tennis shoes with no socks. I had on gym
shorts and tennis shoes. We were working up a sweat. Dad was starting to
get ripe. For some reason I liked the smell. I use deodorant. But, now
I'm tempted to stop. I want to be like my dad.

It took about three hours and we got all my stuff moved in. Dad said he
was going to put some burgers on the grill. He asked me to get a couple
beers and meet him on the deck.

I took off my shoes and got the beers. When I got to the deck, my dad had
seen I'd taken off my shoes and said that sounded good. He sat on a
bench and lifted his leg to take off his tennis shoe. As he did I got a
shot up his shorts leg. I swear I saw a nut. I was actually staring at my
dad's ball.

"Jake, you there?" he asked.

"Oh...sorry, dad. W-what did you say?" I stammered.

Clint laughed, "Nothing. You just seemed to be in a daze. You must be
tired, bud. We'll eat the burgers, watch some TV and hit the sack. We can
hang out tomorrow and do nothing. Sound good?"

"Yea that sounds great, dad," I replied.

We did just that. After dinner we sat on the couch and I started to feel
my eyes close. The next thing I know, I am under my dad's arm with my
head on his chest. He is snoring himself. I smell him again. As I lay
there sniffing him, I started to get hard. I have to admit I have a stud
for a father. But, why is he affecting me this way? I have to stop. For
one thing, I didn't think I was queer. And for another thing I didn't
think this man - who is all man by the way - wanted a sissy faggot for a
son.

I slowly get up and wake him. We get up and go to our beds. The next
thing I hear is footsteps. It's morning.

I look up and see dad in the bathroom taking a piss. He's standing there
butt-naked taking a piss. I stared. My dick got hard. Damn. What is
happening to me? Everything the dude does makes me hard.

"Hey, son," he says. Oh, shit! He caught me. He walks over to my room.
"Did you sleep alright, bud?"

"Oh yeah, dad. You?" I ask.

"You bet, bud! Come on, get up and I will make you some eggs," He said.

"I will in a minute, dad," I replied.

"What's the matter, Jake," he inquired.

"Nothing, dad. I'll get up in just a minute."

Dad came in and sat on my bed. "You sure nothing's wrong, Jake?" he
pressed. "It seems like you're hiding something."

Yeah, my hard cock. And you sitting on my bed naked ain't helping any,"
Jake was thinking. Damn I am a fag! I am starting to fantasize about my
dad. Is that sick or what?

"No, dad," I responded. "Well...I got a piss hard on. It will go down in
a sec."

Dad laughed out loud. "Oh, is that all, son? Like I said, I'm pretty
carefree. You are gonna see me hard a time or two. So, just get used to
it. Don't worry, son. And, if you need to take care of it, I will get out
of the way."

"Ah...no, dad...I mean. What do you mean?" I wondered aloud.

"You can jerk-off, son. It's okay. We all do it."

Oh, my god. Now he's talking about jerking-off. My dick will never be
soft again. With that thought I look down and I think I see some blood
pumping into my dad's dick. All of a sudden dad gets up and says he is
going to make breakfast. He tells me to get up when I am ready.

I wait till I get somewhat soft and go into the bathroom and piss. Damn,
that feels good. Then, I walk into the kitchen. Dad still is naked. So, I
walk in naked, too. I would have put on shorts but what the hell.

"Good, son. Be comfortable. I always am," dad laughs. "Scrambled eggs,
okay?"

"You bet, dad!"

After breakfast we both put on shorts so dad can show me the garage. We
enter through the back of the shop. There are about five cars in the
garage and another ten outside. Going to pick me up had put dad behind
schedule. He said he would be working long days this week to get
everything done. The rest of the day they hung out and talked. It was a
very lazy Sunday afternoon.

"Well, I got to turn in early son," said dad. I've gotta get at least
four cars out tomorrow. You gonna help?"

"Yes, sir. What time do you want to get up?"

"I will get up about five and be at the garage about 5:30. You join me
out there when you get up. Wear some jeans and a tee or coveralls or
something. Don't bother showering in the morning. It's better to do
that after work."

"Okay, pop. Sounds good," I said.

The next morning, I woke at 6:30. Damn I'd overslept. I bolted out of
bed and threw on some overalls, a t-shirt and boots. He walked out to the
kitchen, found some stale coffee and headed to the garage. His dad was
under a car and rolled out.

"Damn boy. You slept in," dad laughed.

"Sorry, dad. Didn't mean to."

"Not a problem, son," He assured. "It don't matter. I already got one
car done. Just three more today and we will call it good."

Jake then noticed what his dad was wearing. He had on a pair of coveralls
with the sleeves cut off. The zipper was only up far enough to cover his
pubic hair. The coveralls looked old and had several worn out spots. He
also had on a pair of black boots.

As time went on, the sun got higher and the garage got hot. "Dad you mind
if I take off my t-shirt," I asked. "It's hot!"

"Son, if you haven't noticed, I don't think much about clothes. Wear
enough to protect yourself in here and it's fine. Get comfortable,
son," said dad.

I unbuckled my overalls and ripped off my shirt. If not for my bubble
butt, the overalls would have slipped off.

Dad said, "Wrestling has done you good, boy. I noticed yesterday. But, I
didn't say nothing. You're in good fine shape!"

"Thanks dad," I replied. "Not as powerful as you though. Not as much
hair either."

"Some day, Jake. Just wait."

By 6 p.m. we'd finished all four cars...plus an extra one. Another day
like this and we'd be ahead of schedule. Dad told me to meet him on the
deck with some cold beers and he would lock up. I unbuckled my dirty
overalls and ran up to the house. The straps had been rubbing me raw all
day. I was going to ask dad if he had extra coveralls for tomorrow.

In a few minutes, dad was on the deck. He was about to bend down to take
his boots off, when I said, "Let me get those, dad."

"Well thanks, Jake. I am a bit tired to bend down. But, you don't have to
do that... if you don't want."

"No, dad, I don't mind." With that dad put his hands behind his head and
watched me pull off his boots. I could almost hear him thinking, "How
did I produce such a fine looking boy. And now, I have the opportunity to
get close to him, too." Dad was very happy.

Jake was thinking that it was odd for him to offer to do this. But he
felt the need to do things for his dad. He took the boots off and savored
the smell of his dad's feet. "Been a long day. Do you want your socks
off too, dad?" I ask.

"Sure, son. If you don't mind."

Jake peeled off the reeking socks and tossed them to one side. He looked
up and saw his had removed the top part of his coveralls. They were
hanging by his waist just like mine. All I could think about at that
moment was what my dad's armpits must taste like. They smelled so
good...they had to taste good, too!

"What're you thinking, son" asked dad.

"Oh, just about another beer. How about you, dad?"

"I'm thinking about the same thing, bud...the very same thing," he
dreamily whispered.

The next day I made sure to get up for work on time. Dad still beat me
but I was in the shop by 5:30. I hadn't showered since Sunday and this
was Tuesday. I wore the same overalls with no shirt, but I had socks and
boots on. When I got to the shop it was obvious that dad had not showered
either by the heavy masculine scent mixed with grease around the
shop/garage. He was wearing the same thing he wore yesterday as well. But
the zipper was just below his chest...not as far down as yesterday.

"Hey dad, Good Morning." I said as I entered.

"Morning bud. Must be getting used to my schedule. I didn't expect to see
you this early." Dad said.

"I kinda like the schedule dad. I had plenty of years sleeping in. Mainly
for lack of things to do. Hey do you have another pair of coveralls like
your wearing? The straps on these overalls are cutting into my
shoulders."

"Actually I have a few pairs back in the office. I think only one of them
has the sleeves left on them and there is another pair that is too small
for me but should just fit you...maybe tight but they will fit. They are
the dark blue ones hanging behind the door. They don't have no sleeves
either though if that's what you're looking for." dad said. "No, I don't
like sleeves so the less I have to wear them the better. I'll go give
them a shot. I don't want my shoulders to start bleeding because of these
straps and I sure as hell don't want to put on a shirt...it's too damn hot
in here." I said as I went back to the office. "I agree with that bud.
Take your time."

I went back to the office and found the blue ones behind the door. They
weren't as worn as the one dad wears--probably because they were too
tight for him. I took off my boots and slipped out of the overalls. It
was kinda erotic standing there naked in the office right next to the
garage. I almost didn't want to get dressed. I reached up anyway and got
the coveralls down. They were kinda musky from hanging up there with dust
on the shoulders. Must have been there a long time. I slipped them on and
they must have been real tight on dad because they barely went up over my
butt. Even with the zipper all the way down. I got it up over my
shoulders and then looked in the old mirror behind the door. Actually a
nice fit. Snug in the butt but had some slack in the crotch so I didn't
offend any respectable types if they came in. But you could still see my
package well enough. I just had to roll up the legs a bit since they were
a bit long. The sleeves looked like they were actually torn out instead
of cut. Torn a bit down the sides too--more ventilation, which was ok
with me.

I walked out to get to work after I got my boots on and dad looked up.
"Well boy I guess they fit, barely but they look good. Maybe too good,"
dad said, "Why you say that dad?" "Oh no reason, let's get to work. We
get three cars done today we can quit early."

We got to work and only stopped for lunch. As the day went on dad's
zipper fell more and more. He was sweating up a storm too. I couldn't
keep my eyes off the bottom of that zipper too. After a few days I
finally have given into the fact that I am probably a pervert. I just
can't let dad know. Hate to have him throw me out.

I left my zipper done only up to below my belly button. The coolness
coming in the opening was great. But I was starting to stink. I loved it.
Mixed with dad's stink I was in heaven.

After lunch dad was under a car working on a loose exhaust. I was above
him handing him tools. "After we finish this one we can get us a cold
one, what you say son?" dad said from under the car. "Sounds good dad."

With that dad came out from under the car and stood up. "Good work today
son. I think you'll do just fine. Maybe get you in a class so you can
learn more about the electrical systems and stuff but you'll do just
fine. Help me off with my boots again son."

"You gonna take them off here dad?" I was surprised.

"Well before you son I left the boots and coveralls here in the office.
That's why they are all back there. I figured since you seem ok with
everything I could continue my old habits. The back door faces the house
so no one sees me going from the shop to the house of vice versa. As long
as the garage doors are closed that is. And besides it was nice having
someone take off my boots like you did last night. I could get spoiled,"
dad said.

"I'm glad to do it dad. You work hard and you're taking me in. Least I
could do for you."

"Well son take them off for me and I will return the favor." Dad sat up
on the desk in the office and I took off his boots and put them to the
side. I slowly peeled off his white socks too. My left hand was pulling
off a sock and my right hand was following the sock massaging his foot.

"Thank you son that felt good. You don't have to massage my stinky old
feet though. Now get up on the desk and I will take yours off." As he
jumped off the desk he peeled out of his coveralls and hung them up on
the door. Now squatting down in front of the desk he started taking off
my boots. Damn he was sexy as hell. My dick stood straight up.

"You can leave your coveralls here too, bud or hang them up at the house.
Don't matter to me. I'll go up and get some beers on the deck. Meet you
up there okay?"

"Sure dad, be right up," (as soon as my boner goes down). Damn I'm a
pervert. Hot after my own, very sexy, very masculine dad. After he walked
out I stripped down and walked up to the house. It was really liberating
going up to the house naked. The sun was still out fully but the yard was
secluded enough to afford this kind of freedom. I got up to the deck and
dad was sitting there looking off into the woods naked in a lawn chair
with a beer in his hand. He brought out a wash bucket with a bunch of
beers and some ice in it. He was still sweating up a storm.

We had some beers and he all of a sudden said; "Son I am real happy you
have adjusted so well so quickly. I don't think I could have been in my
own house too long and put on too much of an act. It's nice to know I can
be myself and that you seem to enjoy it as well. I just hope you're not
forcing yourself to be like me."

"Oh no dad. I find it all comfortable. I could get real use to living
this way."

"That's good to hear son. I just don't want you doing anything you don't
want to or anything you don't think is right. I have lived very
differently from the way you mother did. So I didn't want it to be too
much of a shock to you. Damn I gotta piss." With that dad let go over the
railing into the yard. For some reason I was wishing I was in the yard
right about then.

We continued to drink forgetting about dinner. I had learned to just piss
where I sat as well. About 9 pm dad got up, kinda wobbling, and said it
was high time we got to bed. I was three sheets to the wind myself and
didn't think I could stand on my own. Dad reached down and pulled me up
and put his arm around me to hold me up. "Come on son we need to get up
early"

With that we just walked right into his room and both fell on the bed. He
was out in seconds. I was still kinda awake pinned under his arm. The pit
stink was only inches from my face. I sat there and got hard thinking
about it. I couldn't control myself any longer. I had to see what it
tasted like. I positioned my mouth under his pit and licked it. It was
like a drug after that. I licked the pit clean.

Just about when I was done I heard dad stir. "Son, what are you doing.
You like daddy's pit?" Then he fell back to sleep and was soon snoring. I
panicked at first but then realized that he may have thought he was
dreaming and I may have been safe. With that I fell asleep too.

Wednesday morning it was hard to get up. I woke up to find myself alone
in my dad's bed. I looked at the clock and it read 6:45. Shit I was late.
I ran down to the garage butt naked and ran to the office to get dressed.
In the background I heard my dad laughing. "Sleep in boy?" "Guess I had a
bit too much last night dad". "Yeah, well we ought to not skip dinner
anymore son. I didn't feel all that great this morning myself. Been
pouring coffee down my throat."

I walked out of the garage and saw my dad hunched over an old Chevy
truck. He was already sweating up a storm. "Sorry about being late dad."
I said as he stood up. "Not a problem son. Not like your dad doesn't own
the place. I know your heart is in it or I would be concerned. I just
like you being here son. And besides I wanted to thank you for getting me
to bed last night. I think I would have slept on the deck if it wasn't
for you."

"Dad are you sure you weren't the one helping me to bed? I didn't think I
could stand on my own."

"Well then it was a team effort, son. Now let's get going. Not behind yet
but the way my head feels I think we may be getting behind real soon."
dad replied.

So that night we laid off the beer as we did Thursday as well. We ate
good dinners and got to bed early. We both actually had a shower on
Wednesday night. But come Friday I think we were both ready to let loose
again.

Friday morning I got to the shop at 5:30 and dad was there as usual
waiting for me. I got dressed and started to help him. We knocked out two
cars by noon had lunch and then only had one to do after lunch. It was
just an oil change and grease job but the owner wouldn't be picking it
back up till Monday.

"Son it's gonna be a beer night, you game?"

"Yes sir, couldn't think of anything better" besides, suckin on your pit
again dad, I thought.

"Before I put the oil back in I am gonna lose the clothes. I am hot. You
mind?" Dad said all of a sudden.

"Heck no dad. I'm hot too."

"Well close the garage doors and we both can strip down then. The hell
with this. Let's close early...don't forget to put the closed sign up."
And dad was taking off his boots as he said it. I ran up front and closed
both garage doors and put the closed sign in the window. I hurried back
to the back of the garage where dad was leaning over the car naked as he
was about to fill the oil. Damn I wondered what his ass tasted like. I
went to the office and shed my clothes and came back to help him. Not
much to help him with really but the oil and pit smell couldn't keep me
away.

"Hold the oil hose in son and I will make sure the nut is tight
underneath." I did as he said but thought it was strange. I know he
tightened it when the car was on the lift. He got under the car and I
could see him under the engine. His arms were over his head and I got a
perfect view of his pits. At that moment he looked up at me and winked.
Then I felt his leg rub on my foot as he came out from under the car. My
cock started to get hard again. I tried to think of all types of gross
things to get it to stay down.

"That's 5 quarts son. Shut it down." I was snapped back into reality by
his voice. Then I felt his arm go around my shoulders, "Good work this
week Jake. Let's go celebrate. Get that oil cap back on the car and we'll
start it Monday before the owner comes in." Dad waited till I was done
and we walked up to the house together.

Dad loaded up the washtub with beers and ice and we headed to the deck.
"Let's not forget to eat at some point tonight son. Even though tomorrow
is Saturday I would like to get some things around here done." "I won't
forget to remind you dad. But for right now I am thirsty." So there we
sat till about 6pm drinking and pissing off the deck. Naked in the sun.

After I had about five beers and dad must have been on his eighth I
heard, "Son can I ask you a question?"

"Sure dad, anything you want" I said unsure of what was coming.

"Were you awake the other night when you were licking under my arm?" Oh
shit I was busted. But he didn't seem pissed. I didn't know of what to
make of this but I was ready for anything.

"Well ah...I don't really remember what your talkin' bout dad."

"Well it was probably me dreaming son...never mind."

As he said that I saw his cock swell up a bit. I was getting hard too.
"Why you getting hard son?"

I couldn't help to be a wise ass, "Why are you dad?"

"You were licking my pit the other night weren't you boy?" I was scared
to answer but I noticed my dad's cock was full on hard now. His right
hand held his beer but his left hand was tugging at his nuts. "It's ok
son. Don't be ashamed. I have an appetite for certain things as well."

"What you mean dad?"

"Well let's just say I don't mind my pits being licked for now. You like
lickin' daddy's pit?" It was just like he said it the other night
before he went back to sleep. My cock was fully hard now. I was shaking
and horny as hell. I didn't know what to say or do. Just then dad put his
beer down and put his hands behind his head. He spread his legs too then
said, "Come here son. I didn't mind waking up to it at all the other
night and was hoping you would do it again on your own but I guess I had
to get some beer in me to ask you. You can clean my pits anytime son.
Come on over here," he had a smile on his face from ear to ear and his
eyes were beaming at me.

I got up slowly making sure I was being conned then thrown out of here on
my ass. "That's right son. Kneel in front of me and lick my pits, come
on" I went into a trance and did as he said. I buried my face in his
right pit and licked and sucked it clean then the left. As I did my dad
groaned like an animal. I was losing control. "That feels so good Jake.
You can do this to your old man anytime you like. You like it Jake?"

"Yes sir. I like it a lot." I said when I came up for air.

"That's good Jake. But lets take a break." It was like a switch went off
in my dad's head. "We have to talk. Grab us a couple more beers and sit
next to me." I did as he asked. Dad took a couple of swallows and I
noticed his cock went down a bit. Mine was still rock hard though.

"You see Jake, the reason your mom forbid me to see the two of you
anymore was that she caught me and my best friend Chris, who owned the
shop I worked at back home, at work having sex. We were both really into
man sex and some pretty erotic stuff. So I just want you to know that I
am gay. I gave up being bi along time ago. Not really interested in women
anymore. I have a few buds around that I play with but for the most part
I am a loner. But I also don't want to force you into doing anything you
don't want to. I love you and would die for you son but I will also teach
you anything you want to know. I don't have many hang ups as you can
tell. But before I let this get any farther I wanted to clear the air."

I was pretty shocked. This hunk was gay and I was being told that I would
be taught by him if I wished. "Go to the fridge and get a couple steaks
son and I will get the fire going. We better eat now and then we can talk
more if you want."

We finished the steaks and sat back down and swallowed more beer before
we talked again. Just then dad stood up to take another piss but before
he started I said, "Can I hold it while you do it dad?"

"You sure you want to son?"

"Oh yeah dad I am sure."

"Come on over then."

I came up behind him and reached around and held on to my dad's cock as
he pissed. I was rock hard again. My cock was going in between my dad's
cheeks. "Feels good son. Haven't been held like this in a while. You
like it Jake?"

"Oh yeah, you feel so hot dad. All this time I thought you would think of
me as a pervert or something if you found out about what I was thinking
about."

"Well what were you thinking about son and I'll let you know if you're a
pervert." Scared again I started to tell him what I was thinking since I
lived with him. "It started when you showed up at mom's house. I caught a
whiff of how you smell and I got hard. The next time I saw you pissing in
the house and I got hard. And then everything you did from then on makes
me hard. I want to do things with you dad that I wouldn't have ever have
thought of doing with a chick."

"Well I'll be. The apple don't fall far from the tree after all. Give me
a hug son." I reached up and hugged him as he hugged me back. Then he
looked down and lifted my head and kissed me right smack on the lips. My
knees got weak and I started shaking. "You all right boy?"

"Yes sir. Just a little nervous."

"You want to get to bed son?"

"Yeah, I do dad. But does it have to be my bed?"

Dad took me to bed that Friday night but I fell asleep right away. A
mixture of beer and emotions I guess got the best of me. Saturday I woke
to the sound of the lawn tractor outside. I looked out the window and dad
was on the tractor with just cutoffs on. I looked at the clock and it was
7:30. Damn I over slept.

I got up grabbed a cup of coffee out of the kitchen and went out to the
deck. It was a perfect morning. Naked still, I sat on a lawn chair and
watched dad. He noticed me about ten minutes later and gave a wave. It
took him about 20 more minutes to finish then he came up to the deck.
"You feeling alright today son?"

"Yeah dad, sorry I slept so late. I could have been helping you."

"Ain't much for the two of us to do as far as the lawn is concerned. Hell
I just keep it from overgrowing anyway. Not much for being meticulous
about the yard. So are you okay with what we talked about last night
son?"

And it all came back to me like a ton of bricks. I could tell dad was
kinda tense waiting for me to answer. He looked like he thought he might
have done something wrong. "I haven't had much time to think about it.
But I am not upset at all dad. I don't think you could have ever made me
feel more welcome or more loved than you have in this week. But I know
there is more to it with us."

"What do you mean son?"

"I want to make you happy dad. In any way you want me to make you happy.
I can be taught to take care of you dad."

"Give me a hug son. I love you so much." I got up into his sweaty arms
and hugged on him like I was hugging him for dear life. "Let's get
dressed and go into town for breakfast. I don't feel much like cookin'
this morning, what d'you say."

"Sounds great, except for the getting dressed part." We both laughed.

After breakfast we got back to the house and dad said he wanted to clean
out the shed out back. Not much to do but it did need some attention. We
decided that we would have some burgers first, and then put on some
cutoffs and head to the shed. That way we could have some beers while we
were in the heat of the shed.

After lunch we did as planned. I'd never been in the shed before. It was
mostly old tools and stuff like that. We worked for about an hour
rearranging things and dad called over to help him take down a large box
off the rafters. He had his arms extended up as I came up to him and
asked me to grab the other side when it came down. I couldn't resist
being in the close quarters we were.

Instead of lifting up to grab the box I dove into his right pit and
started suckin' it dry. In response he pushed the box back to its place
and let me go at it. "Maybe we should be doing this naked after all eh
son?"

"Whatever you think dad." I kept my mouth on his pit licking it clean.

"Oh yeah baby clean daddy's pit. You keep this up and I'll ask you to
give me a complete tongue bath. You think you would like that boy?"

I just moaned into his pit.

"Yeah son, clean me up good. Daddy's been sweating up a storm for you. Do
the other pit now."

I moved to the other side it being even muskier than the other. I was
lost in his smell and the taste. I felt myself rock hard in my shorts.
Dad was stepping out of his shorts now and starting to unbutton mine.

"Might as well be comfortable boy."

I couldn't agree more.

"Nothing like drinking a beer naked and having your boy lick your pits.
Damn I am a fortunate man. I'm gonna move over to the bench son. I'm
gonna lie on my stomach and you are gonna clean my ass. You okay with
that boy?"

"Yes sir," I muffled not wanting to move from where I was. Dad
positioned himself straddling the bench and lay down with his ass in the
air. I caught a whiff of it and lost all my senses. I dove in and began
my journey for the most intimate tastes of my dad. I cleaned and cleaned
and then cleaned some more. Then my dad turned over.

"Okay boy work on daddy's cock and balls, but squat down on my face
while you do it."

I straddled his face and felt his tongue dart up my hole. It was the best
thing I ever felt. I tried to bend down to grab his cock but the
sensation in the crack of my ass was too good. I gave up and settled on
jacking him instead. That's about the time he pushed me up and turned me
around. He straddled me over his cock and slowly pushed me on to it.

"If you're not gonna blow me boy, I'm gonna split you wide open. I guess
I'll have to teach you to listen the hard way."

With that he thrust up into my hole and the pain was incredible. I
screamed out. He had gotten it all in one sweep. "Hold still boy it will
only hurt for a minute, then daddy's gonna make it feel good. You will
be begging me to keep it up there!"

And he was right. In about two minutes my ass adjusted to the intrusion
and became attached to his cock. That's about when he stood up with me
still on his cock and moved over to a wall in the shed. My shoulders were
up against an old cushion for a lounge chair that was hanging on the
wall. That's when he started to thrust like a wild man. He fucked me
hard. Half of it was painful for me but half of it was fucking
incredible.

He fucked me like that for what seemed to be forever until I felt his
cock grow even more inside me. Just as I felt that I felt myself orgasm,
the best of my life by the way. And then he exploded inside of me. He
just kept shooting and shooting inside me. I thought I wouldn't be able
to take it any more, but then I didn't want it to end.

After he finished I all of a sudden felt more warm liquid. He was pissing
inside me too. He kept going and going I thought it was gonna come out of
my mouth and nose soon. After he was finished he lifted me off him and
said to hold it. Then he lay on the bench again and asked me to come over
to him and squat over his face again.

When I did he just said; "Release boy". As I did he put his mouth over my
hole and what he didn't catch went down the sides of his face. After I
was done he told me to come down and clean the sides of his face. I did
as I was told, and then we locked into a nasty sweaty kiss. Our tongues
were searching for any remains of our encounter.

Then I collapsed. I felt his arms go around me and all he said was, "Now
that's what I'm talking about."

"What you mean dad?"

"Well son, you said you would do anything to take care of me. This is
about what I need to be taken care of. You up for it bud?"

"Yes sir, not a problem at all."

Talking about my life changing. After the shed I changed completely. I
gave myself completely to my dad. We left the shed that afternoon feeling
very spent. My ass felt like it had been raped by a football team. We
both smelled pretty bad and we were a bit shit faced as well. We went up
to the deck and opened a couple more beers . "Son, I'm not gonna lie to
you. I can't think of a better time with anyone else than I had with you
back at the shed. I hope you're not gonna grow up to regret any of this."

"I kinda doubt that dad. I had been dreaming of something like that
happening with you since the day I met you at mom's. It took me a little
while to realize what I was dreaming for but now that I have I know I
couldn't live without it."

Then dad stood up and walked over to the railing like he was gonna piss.
"No dad!"

"What is it son?"

"Come over here" and with that I got on my knees. "Use me dad."

Clint walked over to his son and pointed his cock at his boy's face. As
the stream escaped from his body Jake opened his mouth and started to
swallow. At first Jake couldn't believe what he was doing but then
realized it was what he was there for--to service his old man. As Clint
finished he got on his knees as well and kissed Jake open mouth tasting
his own waste. They were both overcome by the smell of sweat, piss and
cum. "I think we could use a shower together before we hit the sack boy.
What you say?"

"Sure dad. Anything you say." We got up and went into the bathroom and
showered off the day's gifts, both rubbing each other's bodies. After the
shower Clint said, "You know I was always secretly hoping that you using
that spare bedroom was a temporary thing. I hate sleeping alone anyway."

"You mean it dad?"

"Yes son, Let's go to bed, our bed." They hit the bed in each other's
arms consumed by sleep in minutes.

The next morning Jake found his dad making coffee in the kitchen. Being
naked now was second nature to Jake. He enjoyed the freedom and
especially enjoyed seeing his dad in the buff. "Damn boy, this coffee is
going right through me. I have to take a dump already." With that Clint
went into the john and sat down. Jake had an idea and followed him. "What
you doing boy?"

"Dont worry about it dad. Just do what you were gonna do." Jake kneeled
in front of his dad and reached up and kissed him just as he heard the
first fart prior to excretion. Then Jake reached for his dad's cock, bent
down and put it in his mouth. Clint got a clue what was going on and
started pissing in the boy's mouth. Jake drank happily realizing that his
dad had just dropped another one and then released more piss. After Clint
was done he reach for some TP. The boy stopped him once again and went
for the TP himself. He gently spread his dad's legs a bit more then wiped
for him. After he was done he stood up and flushed. Then he grabbed his
dad's hands and pulled him off the stool.

"Damn boy. That was hot. You can take care of me anytime. Looks like you
enjoyed it too!" Clint grabbed Jake's hard cock and gave it a few yanks.
"I might as well start the morning off with a mouth full of cum. Come
into the bedroom so I can finish you off boy."

We went into the bedroom and I lay on the bed and my dad put his mouth on
my cock and started to suck me off with determination. As he did I swung
his legs around so I too could get a cock in my mouth. We both sucked
till we brought ourselves to an orgasm at the same time. "Now that's what
I call a Sunday morning. What do we do for the rest of the day son?" dad
asked softly.

"I don't know about you dad but if the day continued like this I wouldn't
complain." And so it did.

It was heading towards the end of summer. Not that it got that cold where
we lived. But, the days would certainly get shorter. I would have to go
back to school in about a month as well.

Dad and I had settled into a good routine and grown closer than anyone
could. I learned quite a bit about cars, too.

Most of the customers thought dad and I were brothers, rather than father
and son. That suited dad just fine. We never corrected anyone that said
it.

Around the first week of August, Dad got a phone call. His face showed
that he was perplexed. He went into the office and closed the door. Dad
never closed that door, unless we went in there in the middle of the day
to take care of some personal needs.

He came out about an hour later and said, "Boy, lets close up. We need to
go up to the house and get a beer."

"You sure, dad? It's only 2 o'clock," I said.

"Yeah, Jake. I'm sure," he replied.

With that he stripped off his work cloths and headed up to the house. I
stuck around and finished what I was doing. Then, I locked the front
doors, stripped and headed up to the house.

When I got there Dad was already on the deck with a washtub full of beer
and ice.

"Get comfortable, son," he said. "I got something to tell ya."

A little nervous I grabbed a beer and sat down on an opposite lawn chair.

"Yes, sir?"

"That phone call I got," said Dad, "it was my brother Carl, son."

"You have a brother, dad?" I asked a bit surprised. "How come I never
knew that?"

"Well son," he began. "Carl and I had a falling out when our parents
died. It was stupid and both of us being the stubborn rednecks we are
just never bothered picking up the phone and calling. This was the first
time I have spoken to him in about ten years. Carl is about a year and a
half older than me. He's divorced also. But, with no kids."

"Wow, dad!" I exclaimed. "So, what was with the phone call out of the
blue?"

Dad looked at me a minute and shut his eyes shut.

"He actually was living in your old town not far from where you and your
mom lived," he explained. ` He was working for a trucking outfit as a
mechanic. Yeah, him too. Funny how we've got a bunch of wrench turners
in this family. Anyway, I guess he lost his job and was gonna head south
to look for more work. I didn't ask him what happened and not sure if I
wanna know. But, he was gonna drive through town and thought he might
stop here for a bit and patch things up between us. I gotta admit he is
more of a man than I am for picking up that phone first. So, of course, I
told him staying here would be no problem at all. Which brings me to our
talk."

"I think I know where this is going, Pop," I interrupted. "I will move
back into my old room and we need to cool it while he's here. Wear shorts
around the house and keep our hands off each other. But do I have to
shower all the time?"

Dad let out a laugh and said, "Boy, I guess I don't need to tell you
anything do I. From what I remember, old Carl don't care much for showers
himself. He's kinda a man's man. He don't give a shit who's thinking what
about him. So, be yourself. But, yeah. We have to keep our hands off each
other while he's here. Don't worry too much about running around
bare-assed though. We were raised on a farm and slept in the same room.
We don't have much to hide."

With that, we prepared for the arrival of Carl. I moved back into my room
and we made up the other room for Carl. We had to buy a bed though.

Saturday morning we went to the closest department store and bought a new
twin bed. We put the new bed in my room and put the double that was in my
room in the new guest room. Dad said Carl was a bit bigger than me as
well as himself. We spent the last day alone cleaning up the rooms and
enjoying our freedom while we still had it.

About 3 p.m. the phone rang. Dad went to answer it while I loaded up the
washtub. We bought enough beer to last the three of us through Monday.
Dad came back and said that Carl was in town and headed our way.

I was kinda excited to meet the uncle I never really knew I had. But, I
was also scared because of the interruption in Dad's and my lifestyle.

Dad said it should take about 15 minutes for Carl to get out our way. So,
we put on our shorts (cutoffs, of course) and headed out to the deck.
About ten minutes later, we looked over to our private drive and saw an
old Chevy 1500 pull in. It must have been about twelve years old. But, it
was in good shape and had a lift kit on it. It had big ass tires too.

In the cab was a bearded man. He had no shirt on from what I could see.
The truck came to a sliding stop in front of the deck.

"Clint, you son of a bitch! How the hell are ya?" the man said as he
jumped out of the truck. "Carl get up here and let me look at ya. Damn,
boy, you got old! Listen, you ugly son of a bitch, I am still the oldest
and that gives me all rights on giving you more shit than you give me,"

With that the two men proceeded to give each other a big old bear hug.

"You got company, Clint?" Carl asked, looking at me.

"Carl, I did fail to mention to you on the phone that Jake is living with
me now," Dad said. "His momma died a few months back."

"No shit!" exclaimed Carl. "This is the little fuck that used to climb
up on my lap and pull my beard, eh? Damn, grew up right, didn't he? Sorry
about your mom. You'll do fine with your pop, though. He's a good man.
Not that I would ever admit to saying so," Carl laughed.

He came over and pulled me into the same type of bear hug he gave my
father. I thought dad and I smelled ripe. This man took the case. My cock
was getting hard as the stink from his pits rose up to my nose.

Dad gave Carl a beer and we sat on the deck to catch up. Carl was wearing
some old overalls with no shirt. He had the straps down around his legs,
too. He had a bit of a beer gut. But, not too much. His shoulders were as
huge as his arms. He probably stood about two inches above my dad and
about four inches over me. He was a bit hairier than Dad, as well. The
only other thing it looked like he had on was a pair of work boots and
white socks.

Just as though he knew what I was thinking, Carl said, "Shit, you boys
look a helluva lot more comfortable than I do man. I am gonna get me some
shorts out of the truck. Give me a sec."

As he jumped down off the deck, Dad looked over and asked, "So, what you
think of your Uncle Carl, son?"

"Well, Dad, if I didn't know he was older than you, I would have thought
he was your younger brother," came my reply.

"Thanks a lot boy!"

"No, Dad, it's not the way he looks. You both look about the same age.
It's his attitude. He don't seem to take things too serious."

"Well you hit that on the head, son. Carl is the less mature one. But, he
does know how to have a good time. So, he might liven things up here a
bit. You do like him, don't you?" Dad asked.

"Oh yeah, Pop. And, he's not bad on the eyes either," I said.

"Yeah, I know son. But, let's remember to behave while he's here. It
shouldn't be too long."

"Not a problem, Dad. I don't want anything ruining what we have."

I looked down towards the truck. I spotted Carl stripping down and
changing into his shorts. Damn, the man had a log that came out of those
overalls. It was uncut, too! It fucking made me wonder what it might
taste like. Before Carl put on his shorts, he stood with his legs apart
and took a piss.

He looked up at us and said, "Sorry, Clint. I hope the boy ain't shy."

Dad just laughed and said, "I don't think you have anything to worry
about, Carl. Jake has adjusted just fine to country life."

"Good, then you all don't mind if I forget the shorts. It was fuckin'
hot in that truck on the way here. I sure could use some time
free-balling around. This all seems pretty private." Carl said.

"Do as you want, Carl. No one can see the house from the road, since the
shop and all those trees are in front. We don't have much for neighbors
either," Dad said.

Just when the blood was starting to leave my cock, I got hard again.
Great. This hunk was gonna be bare-assed in front of me all evening and I
was never going to go soft.

I grabbed another beer and started to chug it.

Dad looked over at me and said, "Good idea. I think I'll join you. And,
by the way, I am hard as a rock, too. The fucker got real hot in the past
ten years. Guess we're gonna have to keep our shorts on for a while,
eh?"

"I know I am, Dad. Thanks for not being mad. I thought you would be
pissed that I was getting turned on by Carl," I said

"No way, son. We are both human and we both are a bit perverted. So, why
the hell would I get mad?"

Just then Carl joined us. "What are you two girls talking about?"

Dad said, "We were just commenting that we won't have to worry about
shorts as much as we thought with you being here."

Carl said, "Hell, no! It's all men here and the place is private like
you said. What the hell we need to put on pretenses for? Don't put any
on for me. And, pass me another beer. Hate to have to take another piss
for no good damn reason."

By the time Carl had said this, I was on my third one since he'd
arrived. Must have had three before that. I was a bit of a lightweight
and I knew Dad had had more than I. Carl was drinking them down like
there was gonna be a beer shortage or something. After about an hour and
a half, we were all pretty happy.

"So, you got the boy working with you in the shop, Clint?" Carl asked.

"Yeah," Dad replied. "He's helping me out and doing good, too. Don't
know how I got along with out him."

Carl was sitting on his lawn chair with one foot on the chair and the
other on the floor of the deck. His balls were dangling and his cock hung
there huge and full. I was going nuts. My cock was begging to get out of
those damn shorts.

All of a sudden, Carl started to piss right where he sat. He reached for
another beer as he did. He just kept talking like nothing was happening.
Dad and I do this all the time. But, I never expected it from anyone
else.

After Carl finished, he shook his cock a bit. Then I looked at Dad and
his shorts were soaking wet.

He caught me looking and said, "I better take these off to dry. I
couldn't hold it any longer."

Carl said, "I was wondering why you still had them on bro. I kinda felt
dumb here naked by myself."

With that, Dad got undressed. I got nervous. I wanted to be naked, too.
But, I knew my cock would be hard the whole time. The answer to my
dilemma came when Dad took off his shorts.

After Dad hung up his shorts he turned around and I saw that he was half
hard. Just about this time Carl had gotten up and said, "Well men, I have
had a helluva drive today. One of you want to show me where to bunk down.
I think the beer has made the exhaustion kick into overdrive."

Dad said, "Yeah, come on bro, we got a room set up for you. How about you
Jake? You tired yet?"

"Nah Pop. I'll be out here for a little bit. You gonna come back out?"

"Yeah for a bit son. Be right back."

Then Carl said, "Night boy. See ya in the morn."

"Night Carl," I said.

Dad came back about five minutes later. "Carl asked where all the doors
were. I asked him if it bothered him but he said nah then crawled into
bed and fell asleep before I left the room. Son, how bout we take a walk
down to the shed and check things out?"

"You bet sir. Don't know why I didn't think about it."

"Well grab us a few beers and let's go. Loose the shorts too."

"Already done pop."

We headed down to the shed in the dark. The path was pretty void of
anything sharp which is a good thing since we couldn't see much. We got
into the shed and dad grabbed me and laid a wet juicy kiss on me. "I
didn't know if I could put up the act much longer son. That brother of
mine made me hornier than I have been since the first time you came into
my life again. Now put those beers down and give us some relief bud."

As I put the beers down I felt dad's hands on my ass. He stuck a finger
up my hole then brought it to his nose. "Ripe fine boy. Stay there and
bend over for a sec". I did as asked then I felt Dad release his bladder
onto my crack. The warm piss made my cock go completely hard. As I felt
the stream fade I felt him grab my ass with his hands then felt his
mustache on my cheeks. He ate me with a vengeance. I was whimpering like
a fool. "Boy I am gonna have to fuck you. You want daddy to fuck you?"

"Yes sir," I found strength to reply. As I said this I heard something
outside. Sounded like a cat or dog around the shed. But when I felt Dad's
cock at the opening to my bowels I forgot all about the noises. He
entered me with just some spit and piss to smooth the intrusion. Then he
fucked me just like that with me bending over and taking it. It must have
been only five minutes before I felt him swell in me and explode into by
body. As he let loose I felt myself come without even touching myself. He
vacated my hole and turned me around. I licked the sweat off his chest
circling around his nipples and then savoring the rewards of his pits.
After I had cleaned him well he brought my face to his and licked around
my mouth before entering it with his tongue. As we held each other Dad
released his bladder one last time and then a moment later I let mine go.
After catching our breath dad said, "Now that should last a bit. Maybe
these late night meetings will help us stay under cover." As he finished
that I heard something again outside, scurrying away from the shed. I was
about to ask my dad if he heard it too but he had already started to lead
me out into the night. "Lets get some sleep boy. We both need to jack off
before we get out of bed in the morning so we don't throw boners all day.
You agree."

"Yeah dad, but I don't think one session will do me with that stud
hanging around. I may throw a few bones anyway."

"Well it's to be expected with someone your age so don't worry about it."

With that we headed to our own rooms. On the way to mine I heard Carl
snoring at the end of the hall. I crawled into bed and fell to sleep
quickly. The next thing I knew it was morning. The sun was shinning in my
curtainless window. The clock said 6:30. I didn't hear anything yet.
Remembering what dad said I started playing with my cock. I had to jerk
before I got up. Just then I heard someone get up and head to the
restroom. I had a clear view of the whole bathroom and I saw Carl enter
it butt naked. he walked over to the john and stood over it. He pissed
loudly into the bowl and as he did he glanced over into my room. I don't
know if he could see me looking or not but as he continued to piss he let
go of his cock. He lifted his arms over his head and took in the scent of
his body. As he did this, his cock seemed to grow a bit. He had already
quit pissing. He shook his cock then he headed towards the kitchen. Was
that show for me or was it a morning thing with him. I was turned on
enough now that jacking off was not a problem. I jerked quickly and came
to a nice climax. After cleaning up I got up and headed to the kitchen.
Carl and my dad were sitting at the table have some coffee. They were
both as bare assed as I was. "Morning son. How'd you sleep."

"Fine pop. How you Carl?"

"Not bad boy. Nice and quite out here in the sticks. Slept like a log."

I grabbed a cup of coffee and joined them at the table. After talking a
bit Carl let out a huge fart. We all cracked up. Then Carl said,
"Coffee's kicking in. The john should be smelling pretty thick in a
minute." With that he got up and went to the bathroom. I told dad about
the show in the bathroom earlier. "Well son. Carl was always a show off.
Don't put much into it. He probably knew you were looking and wanted to
get a reaction out of you. I bet he didn't expect the reaction you wanted
to give him though." Dad laughed.

Then he said, "Carl needs to go to Hicksville (okay, not a great name but
don't want to use real ones.) get some money from an account he has
there. I don't know much about his money situation and I didn't ask. But
he asked if one of us want to go with him. I have to stick by the shop
but I said I would ask if you wanted to go. Its only about a two-hour
trip there and then another couple hours back. I don't really need any
help tomorrow so if you want to take the break its cool with me."

I thought about this for a minute. The distraction of a trip might take
my mind off of being so fuckin' horny all the time. "Sure pop. I'll go."

"Alright then. He wanted to leave tonight and take care of business in
the morning then be back by dinner tomorrow night. You okay with that?"

"You bet pop." With that Carl came back. "He'll go with you Carl.
Probably needs to get away from his old man for a few hours anyway. What
time you think you want to head out?"

Carl said, "I figure around 4:30 or 5 so we get there before dark. Then
we have some dinner before we turn in. Sound good to you Jake?"

"Sure Carl. It don't matter to me. Sounds like fun."

With that we started the day. Dad and I did some chores around the house
and Carl worked on his truck getting it ready for the trip. It was a
sight seeing this stud under his truck out in the dirt bare assed.
Getting grease here and there. Dad and I were mowing so I had on some
shorts for protection. The mowing wasn't the only thing the shorts were
protecting me from. I had an erection all fucking day.

Around 3 Carl said he was gonna shower some and get ready. I finished up
and headed to the shower after Carl was done. Carl came out of his room
wearing the same overalls and boots he arrived in. I wore Cutoffs and a
tee with out sleeves. I carried my shoes and put them in the truck. Carl
saw this and said, "Hell what did I put boots on for two hours in the
truck. Not a bad idea boy." He took off his work boots and threw them in
the truck as well. We loaded up some other odds and ends and then I went
to find pop. He was in the kitchen, bare assed of course, fixing a
sandwiches and beer. "It's gonna be lonely without you boy. I have grown
attached to having you around."

"Thanks dad, but I'll be back in no time."

"Well you mind your uncle Carl. And make sure he minds you. I don't know
which one should be the adult in this duo." He laughed. Just then Carl
woke in and said, "You ready boy?"

"You bet Carl. See ya dad."

"Bye son, Carl you take care of him and be careful you fool redneck.
Don't want nothing happening to a hair on his head."

"Not a problem bro. Take care of him like he's my own."

With that we headed to the truck then onto the road. I started to relax a
bit. This should be a good trip.

The ride started off with us taking the country roads. Carl said he liked
the back way better than heading over to the highway. The afternoon heat
was making us both sweat in the un-air conditioned cab. We both had our
shirts off and we never put shoes on.

"Damn boy it's hot in here. Can't wait till the sun goes down a bit more.
Give me a beer out of the cooler will ya. And don't tell your dad. I
don't know how he'd feel about me having beer in the truck with you in
here."

"Well Carl, Dad has a beer or two while driving. He says moderation is
the key. But after two beers he stops driving. Here Ya go."

"Well that's a good rule and I will follow it myself. You hot?"

"Yes sir. Damn hot in here. And all I got on is these cutoffs." I said.

After I finished talking I looked over. Carl had put his beer in between
his legs and with one hand on the steering wheel he took his other hand
and unbuttoned the sides of his overalls. The flap in front fell over his
beer and showed the top of his pubic hairs. "Ah that's better. Hate the
tightness around my belly when I'm sweating."

I of course began to get hard again. I didn't think there would be an
occasion for anything to get me excited on this trip but I don't know
what I was thinking. Carl is hot dressed and he always takes the
opportunity to be undressed.

"So how late you and your dad stay up last night bud?" The question came
out of nowhere.

"Oh just a little longer than you. Maybe another beer or two. Why?"

Carl said, "I thought I heard something going on outside but I was mostly
asleep so I could have been dreaming."

I wondered what he heard but thought it better not to open up a can of
worms I am not ready to handle. I decided to put my head back and go to
sleep. About an hour later I heard Carl say, "Wake up boy we're here." I
looked up and saw we had turned into a dirt driveway in the woods. There
was a cabin in front of the truck. "What you think boy?"

"Where are we Carl?"

"We are just on the outside of Hicksville. This is my cabin. I use it
mostly for hunting and getting away. Ok, mostly for getting away. Usually
get too drunk to put a gun in my hand. Anyway we'll stay here and I'll go
to town in the morning get my stuff done and then come back and pick you
up to leave."

"Dad didn't mention that you have a cabin Carl."

"Your Dad doesn't know. It's kinda my secret place. He would have found
out if he decided to go with us. Lets get our stuff and go in. I need
more than two beers after that drive."

We walked into a two-room cabin. Not much for furnishings. But it was
homey. There was a double bed at one end of the main room and a couch and
fire place. The other room was a kitchen and dining room type. There was
a bathroom off the main room. As we walked in Carl let his overalls fall
and he left them where they were. "Hope you don't mind boy. Gotta let
the balls breathe a bit."

"Not at all Carl. Dad and I go bare assed a lot at home. But I am kinda
shy about something."

"What's that Jake?"

"I get hard a lot."

"Shit boy is that all?" Carl laughed, "Wouldn't be normal if you didn't
at your age. Get out of those shorts and grab a couple beers and we'll
hang on the front porch. When the sun sets it will get cool up here so
we'll start a fire. It's pretty secluded up here as well. Your dad put
some steaks and fixin's in the cooler so we are set for tonight."

Carl headed out the door and I grabbed some beers. I took off my shorts
too. I was only half hard and tried not to think about Carl too much.

"Come on out and take a load off boy." Carl was seated in a lawn chair
with his legs spread apart. One hand was behind his head and the other
was playing with his balls. I handed him a beer and took a seat without
looking at him. We talked for about an hour or so downing beer after
beer. I was starting to get a little tanked. It had been a while since
lunch. I think Carl was too.

About that time Carl stretched and said, "Damn boy I stink. That shower
this morning wore off along time ago." He basically had his nose in his
pit as he said it. I lost control at that point and my cock went
instantly hard. "Something got you excited boy?" Carl said looking down
at my cock.

"Nah, just my usual boner." I didn't know what to say. Then I saw Carl's
cock get some blood in it. "Yeah, I like to stink boy. I am kinda crazy
but I do like my own stink. I can tell you are part of the family. You
got a stink of your own. You like it too don't you?"

I didn't know where this was going but I was nervous.

"You got a stink of your own. You like it too, don't you?" Carl said. I
was getting nervous. I didn't know where he was going with this. We had
been sitting on the porch long enough for me to get a good buzz from the
beer and the sun was just about to go down. I looked over at Carl. He had
a beer in one hand and his other hand in his crotch. It looked like his
fingers were under his balls.

"Come here boy. I wanna sniff you. Don't be shy." Carl said all of a
sudden.

I froze. I didn't know if he was putting me on or trying to see if I
would go for it then hit me or something. All sorts of things were
running through my head. But at the same time my cock had a mind of its
own. I was hard as I could be.

"Come on Jake. I saw you and your daddy in the shed last night. You
didn't look shy then."

"You...you saw us...?" I stammered.

"Yea, it looked real good too. I didn't know my little brother swung the
same way I did or I would of had a piece of him years ago. He's got a
nice cock on him. Did it feel good boy?" Carl said as his hand went
deeper under his balls.

"Swung the same way...? You mean, you, the same as dad? I don't
believe...." I was blown away.

"Believe it boy. Now you gonna come here and give your uncle some stink
or what?" Carl spread is legs some more as he put down his beer and
motioned me over. "Come on, kneel between your uncle's legs and lift your
arms up boy." I slowly did as he asked. As soon as I lifted my arms Carl
dove into my left pit. First he sniffed it like it was a found roast
dinner to a starving man. Then he licked and then he sucked it clean. My
cock was leaking at this point. As he was eating my pits I felt something
warm and wet all of a sudden. Carl was pissing in his chair and it was
getting all over me. It was hotter than I could imagine.

"Oh fuck boy. You are a hot one. I know you got it from your daddy but
you think you could give it to me? Uncle Carl likes a cock in his ass
from time to time and you got the cock." Carl got up and stepped over me.
He leaned over the porch railing and spread his legs. While his chest,
arms and legs were hairy his ass was smooth as a babies butt; barely a
hair to be found; same with his back. I stayed on my knees and moved
over. I spread his muscular mounds with my hands and dove my face into
his crack. It didn't taste shitty but it did taste sweaty and funky. I
licked sucked and tongued his hole as much as I could. As I was doing my
work Carl let loose a fart. It got me going more. I thought I was going
to try to get my hole head up his ass. "Opps, sorry boy." Carl snickered,
"That one escaped, but it ain't slowing you down none is it? You are a
Mathews aint you boy?" Then Carl went back to moaning away. "Stick it in
boy. I can't take it no more. I ain't been fucked in a month. Drive it in
and don't worry about lube. You got me going good enough."

I didn't have to be told twice. I stood up and shoved my cock up his
hole. I didn't have time to think about mercy. He grunted awful loud and
then froze for a moment. But after he got used to it he was backing up on
me like his ass was hungry and my cock was food. His muscles in his ass
worked my cock so well I barely had to fuck him. It was like I was being
fucked just opposite like. He moved around with such force pulling on my
cock every time that I didn't last long. As he heard me starting to
unload he jacked his cock so that he could join me. When I reached the
peak so did he and he collapsed on the railing as I collapsed on his
back. "Thank you boy; that's just what your ole uncle needed."

Carl and I could barely move from the porch to the bed. We were both
spent. When we did finally fall into bed Carl pulled me close to him and
we spooned. Just before I fell asleep I heard Carl say, "There's nothing
better than family" then I was gone.

The next morning I had overslept. The clock next to the bed said it was
9:30. I never slept that long at my Mom's house much less since. I looked
around the cabin and there was no sign of Carl but the coffee was made. I
got up to fetch a cup and that's when I saw a note on the counter.

"Jake, It's about 8 am. I wanted to be at the bank at 9 so we could leave
right after lunch. If that's ok with you. I should be back by 10 or
10:30. So take a shower if you have a mind to and we'll have lunch on the
way back. I hope we're ok after last night. Carl"

Hell yea. We're ok. I just hope Dad doesn't mind. Hell, he had the hots
for his brother anyway so it should be cool. I'm gonna have to tell him
as soon as I get back. I don't want to hold nothing from him.

I took my coffee and sat out on the deck of the cabin. It was pretty warm
for the morning and the sun hits that side of the cabin in the morning
anyway. It was the first time I had noticed the view; the hill side into
the valley. It was really nice. I was thinking that it would be great for
Dad to come up here with us sometime and the three of us spend some time
here. I wondered also how Carl felt about that. I walked to the side of
the property looking around; nice and private.

It was about then that the coffee kicked in. I was about to head into the
cabin when I decided to just squat down like an animal and do my business
right there. No one was around. So on the side of the drive way I saw a
depression in the yard and squatted over it. It took a minute but it came
out real quick when it did. I found some leaves next to me and went to
wipe my ass just as Carl's truck came up the hill. I started laughing so
hard I almost fell over but I got my ass wiped and stood up and then
covered my waste with some debris from the woods.

"Boy, what the hell? I got a perfectly good toilet in there." Carl was
laughing himself.

"I know Carl. Just always wanted to see what it would be like to squat
down and do my business like an animal. I have to say, it ain't bad. No
cloths to take off, no water to waste and no paper to flush. Kinda like
saving the environment. Well, besides the fact that it also was sort of
perverted and if you haven't learned yet, your nephew is a bit
perverted." I was chuckling.

"Yea buddy, you don't have to tell me that you're a bit of a perv. I
think I got that last night when you let me be the perv. I got done a
little early. Wanna jump in the shower with me and then we'll get going.
I'm getting kinda hungry."

"Yea, sure Carl, I am too I guess." We went inside and Carl took off the
dress shirt and tan pants he had on, sans underwear of course, and we
headed to the shower.

"Now I already took a shower this morning boy but I figured you could use
some help getting clean. That ok?"

"You bet Carl. Anytime."

We climbed into the shower stall and before Carl turned on the water he
started to give me a tongue bath. He did both my pits, and then he sucked
my cock hard and licked my balls. "How good did you wipe out there Jack?"

"About as good as you can with a couple of leaves Carl. It ain't like
Charmin."

"Fuck, it don't matter, turn around." I turned around and put my hands on
the wall for support while Carl dove into my ass. I felt his tongue go
deep inside as soon as he started. He was just like his brother. Nothing
bothered him. He was getting me so fucking horned up.

"You wanna fuck me Carl?" I barely said with a voice just above a
whisper.

Carl stopped just long enough to say, "I do baby, I do; but not without
your Daddy knowing. It took us ten years to speak to each other again and
I don't want to fuck that up. But you can fuck me." He ate my ass a
little longer then he stood up and turned around. "There's lube right
there on the shelf Jake. I don't think I could do it without it today. No
beer in my system. But you don't have to go easy, just use the lube."

So I lubed my cock up and I shoved three lubed fingers up his ass to get
it ready. He wiggled back on my hand and then pulled off of it. He was
ready. I lined myself up and entered him. Not too fast but not slow
either. He gave a louder grunt than he did the night before. Once I was
in he sat back on it till he got used to it. "Just lean back on that wall
Jake and let your Uncle do the driving." And drove he did.

He bounced up and down my shaft and sucked it in his hole like a
professional. I barely had to move but it felt like I was pumping it into
him just the same. He had me going so good that I was ready to blow in no
time. He must have felt it because all of a sudden I heard, "Do it baby,
blow that wad into your Uncle's hole man. Breed me man." And that was all
it took. Without even a push I blew. I couldn't believe it. I was shaking
from the intensity of it all.

It took a minute before I realized Carl's load was all over the side of
the shower. "Now that was hot; you ready for that shower now boy?"

"Yea, I think turning on the water at this point would be a good idea."
And he did.

About twenty minutes later we were back in the main room of the cabin
deciding when to leave. "I'm gonna just wear gym shorts and a tee bud. I
have some flips in the truck for my feet. What are you going to wear?"

"Well I have the shorts I wore here and a change of tee shirts as well,
and my tennis shoes. That's all I ever wear really. Why?"

"No reason Jake. Just want to make sure everyone is comfortable. Well,
let's get dressed and get going. I'm hungry, especially after that
session you and I just had, and we can be back at your Dad's well before
dinner." Carl said as he put on some old gym shorts that went to his mid
thigh. Then he through on a tee shirt with no sleeves and a baseball cap.
The gym shorts were worn but thick. Maroon in color, with some university
logo on them, and the hems were frayed. I could still see the outline of
his cock and his ass pushed them out the back.

Once we were dressed we headed towards the truck. It was already about 90
degrees outside. And that was in the hills. We were clean and showered
but the musky smell didn't take no time to start to surface.

We drove towards the next town were Carl said we could eat then we would
be on our way.

Lunch didn't take long. We stopped in some old diner that Carl seemed to
know everyone at. And then we headed home. About half way there Carl
turned to me and said, "So Jake, I kinda have a secret that I need to
tell your old man about but I guess I'll tell you about it first."

"Ok, is it bad Carl?", This was out of the blue.

"Naw it ain't bad, well it started out bad, but it didn't end up that
way. About ten years ago I did get into a bit of trouble with the law. I
guess it's ok to tell you about it after what we did. I was caught by the
police getting fucking in the ass by a construction buddy of mine. We
both got arrested and I had to hire a lawyer. I hired the lawyer for both
of us since I figured it was my fault. I kinda seduced my buddy. He was
married with two kids. She kicked him out and took all the money he had
so I had to help him out even though I didn't have much. Well the lawyer,
Philip, turned out to be a pretty nice guy--more down to earth than most
lawyers. He got us both off the hook with nothing on our record since we
were both first timers and a little community service. Well to make a
long story short I started seeing the lawyer. He was a bit older than me.
I was about 27 and he was about 48. But he was nice to me. I lived with
him for about nine years till he died last year in an accident."

"I'm sorry Carl. I didn't know."

"Well no one knows bud. But thanks. I guess we both have something in
common. We both lost someone we loved recently."

"Yea I guess we do. But why is all that a secret?" I asked kinda
confused.

"Well all that's not. The secret part is that Philip was very wealthy.
And he had a very large insurance policy; always wanted me to be taken
care of if anything happened. He didn't have any family, any that he was
close to anyway, So anyway. I'm kinda rich." Carl was saying it like he
didn't believe it.

"How rich is rich Carl that is if you don't mind me asking."

"Well, I'm still not really sure but the bank account I just transferred
over to the bank in your Dad's town had about 1.3 in it. That's just my
everyday account. I have about 10 others around. I've been kinda afraid
to add them all up. I get statements from my accountant all the time but
I haven't opened any. I'm still kinda afraid to."

"Wow Carl, it is really sad the way you got rich but wow. What are you
going to do with it?"

"That's just it. That's why I called your Dad. I'm lost. I need my
family, man. I need help to figure it all out. I was hoping your Dad
would partner up with me in a business or something. He always had a good
head on his shoulders. But I didn't count on you being there of course."

"I kinda ruined your plans then?" I was feeling in the way all of a
sudden.

"NO NO NO, I didn't count on you meaning I didn't ever think about two
partners. No buddy your in this all the way if your Daddy is in. I
couldn't be happier. I just hope your Dad is in it all the way too. I
need you guys and I was hoping you would kinda want to keep me around..."
Carl got sheepish all of a sudden.

"You got my vote Carl. With an ass like that we would be crazy to throw
you out on the street. Millions or no millions." I laughed.

Carl lightened up and laughed too. "That brings me a load of relief to
hear you say that Jake."

"I just have one question Carl." I said.

"Shoot buddy, I ain't got nothing to hide from you."

"If you have all this money what the hell are you driving this old truck
with no air conditioning for?"

Carl laughed out loud and he said, "I wanted to show up like old Carl at
your Dad's house. I wanted to see if I was welcome with him first before
I said anything. But to tell you the truth, I have a brand new truck at
the house, Philip's house, well, my house now but you get the picture. I
just don't drive it much. I ain't used to all this yet."

"So whatever happened to the guy that was fucking you in the alley?"

"Philip found him a good job with a construction firm. He makes good
money. But after Philip died I tracked him down to see how he was doing.
He was sort of lonely. We saw each other a few times but it didn't work
out. I asked him how his kids were and he said it was all tough. They
were in college and he was paying it all. The wife was a bitch. Never let
him forget what he did to HER. So the last time I saw him I gave him an
envelope and told him not to open it till I was gone. It had $100,000
check in it. I left a note saying that I hoped this helped with college.
I just hope he didn't take it as a pay off or something."

"That was generous of you Carl. So I guess you had quite the decade." I
tried to lighten the mood again.

Carl smiled and then said, "Shit boy, we're 5 miles from your Dad's
house. We were in such deep conversation I don't know how I was driving.
Damn."

"Time did go by fast. When you going to tell him Carl?"

"I guess when the times right."

It was about 3:30 when we pulled up to Dad's driveway and drove around to
the back of the shop. The closed sign was on the window at the shop which
was real strange. Dad said he would probably be working late.

When we got up to the house Dad was on the front porch naked as a jay
bird drinking a beer. He got up when he saw the truck and waved us on up.
He seemed awful pleased with himself.

"Well hell, you guys are a lot earlier than I expected, get everything
done Carl?" He said as he came off the porch and gave us both a hug.

"Yeah Clint, all done on my end, what's going on man?" Carl replied.

"Yeah Dad, why is the shop closed?" I asked.

"Well come on up on the porch, get comfortable, and have a beer. I'll get
to it." We followed him up to the porch where the wash tub was full of
beer.

We each grabbed one and Carl took off his cloths. I took off my shirt but
I was really curious at what was going on that I didn't bother with my
shorts. "Ok Dad, what's up?"

"Well I was working in the garage this morning when a registered letter
came to me. Actually to you in care of me, your guardian. Anyway, it was
from the insurance company. I guess your mamma always wanted to make sure
you were taken care of. I don't know how she paid the hefty premium every
month but, it seems...." He was stalling.

"Okay Dad, come on, What's this all about" I was getting anxious.

"I have a feeling I know where this is going Jake. Go on Clint." Carl
interjected.

"I signed for the letter. Instead of a check it had a bank account number
and a contact at the bank that we need to go see. I guess the insurance
companies don't send out checks that large. Well this one doesn't
anyway."

"How large?" I asked.

"Well hold on to your balls boy. Your momma had a million dollar policy
with you as the beneficiary. But in case of accidental death..."

"It pays double..." Carl finished.

"Yep, you have two million dollars sitting in a bank in your home town.
Your momma wanted you to have a good life even if she wasn't around
anymore. How you feel about that boy?" Dad was actually more emotional
than happy. Seems he still had some love left for mom.

But after what Carl told me today and now this I looked over at Carl and
we locked eyes for long enough that we both burst out laughing.

"What the hells wrong with the two of you. A woman makes a jester like
this and you two take it so lightly? Ought to switch you both!" Dad was
visibly angry.

"No No Dad. I think you aught to listen to Uncle Carl now."

Dad looked at Carl as he told him his story.

The end.

I will revisit other stories and add to them when I figure out where
they need to go.
Thanks for reading!!

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