Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2012 14:55:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Toby Subject: my-summer-with-dad-7 Before I knew it the week was almost over and I was glad that Saturday was tomorrow. Dad and I ate dinner at his favorite diner and were waiting on the check when Kenny and J.R. walked in. My heart sank and I whispered to Dad "remember your promise"! Dad gave me a look like "what" turned and saw them and his face got bright red and he was clinching his teeth. I feel like beating the shit out of J.R. Dad said. Please Dad you promised! OK, he finally said, but I'm going to let them know that they lied about you riding the bikes. No dad, please just drop it. We got the check and went to cash out and Dad gave them both the look of death and I smiled and said "hi boys, drive the monster truck here today?" J.R. gave me the finger and Kenny waived his fist in the air. I just smiled back at them. We got in the truck and I told Dad that he better park his truck in a safe place at the site, he laughed and said "I already bought a locked gas cap". Besides you can't hurt this truck! We got to the room and both took our showers and watched some TV. Dad sat on the little sofa and I sat on the floor between his legs. He ran his fingers through my wet hair and I rubbed his hairy legs and massaged his sore feet. The movie we picked was getting boring when Dad turned off the TV and said "look what I got". I turned around and saw his boxer's tent up. I pulled his cock out and started sucking it. Dad was moaning and rocking back and forth with his hips. I got his cock all the way down my throat and was licking his balls with my tongue when the phone rang. I tried to keep going but Dad pulled out and said, "Let me get the phone Son". It was strange that the land-line phone in the room was ringing; usually Dads calls came on his cell. Hello? Hey Sis, it was my sister on the phone...what's wrong Dad asked. Well, I must have left my cell phone in the truck. Tell me what's wrong! Dad voice was getting anxious. She's where? ...long pause...Hospital?...Is it serious? ...long pause.... We're on our way! Dad face was white and he said "your Mother's in the hospital, you got five minutes to get dressed and pack what you want to take back home with you"! Is Mom Ok, I asked. Yes and No, we'll talk on the way. I got all my stuff and most of Dad's in the truck in minutes. All Dad could do was pace. Dad said he would tell the front desk to hold his room till he gets back. Wait Dad! You're not dressed. I knew then something was really wrong for my Dad to be so scattered like that! Within 10 minutes from my sisters call we were packed, told the front desk and on the road! Dad was speeding something fierce and once we hit the interstate he had the truck floored! Finally I asked what was wrong with Mom. Your sister said she got a call from Mom that she was cramping and bleeding. She decided to go to the hospital and they admitted her. I knew a little bit about this growing up with my sister and asked, `'she went to the hospital because of her period"? No Buddy, it was lots of blood. Is she going to be OK? I don't know he yelled! I shut up with the 100 questions and let Dad think and drive. We arrived at the hospital in record time, a four hour trip we made in three hours. They let Dad go back to see Mom, but I had to stay in the waiting room. It was cold and I was worried about my Mom. An hour passed and my Sister arrived and was asking the nurse a battery of questions when my Dad walked out and sat down and told us that Mom was going to be alright, but they are scheduling surgery for her immediately. She had been pregnant and lost the baby and she needed a hysterectomy. My sister and I listened in shock and Sis asked Dad, "Did you and Mom know she was pregnant"? No we didn't Dad said. She wasn't far along. I started thinking and thought Mom probably got pregnant when she came to see Dad over the summer. Dad told us to go home and get some rest and he would come home after Mom was out of surgery and in recovery. It was strange being back at home in my own bed, in my own room and no Dad to snuggle up with. I was so tired and looked at the clock; it was 3:30AM. I was fast asleep in no time. I woke up and heard voices coming from down stairs, rubbed my eyes and remembered what was going on and jumped out of bed and ran downstairs! Dad and Sis were sitting at the kitchen table talking when I bolted in! How's Mom? Dad explained what was going on and that Mom was going to be just fine. I was so relieved. He went on to say that Sis had to get back to college to finish her summer classes and he had to get back to the job site and I was going to stay with Mom and our neighbor lady was going to help me. Ok, sure I said. Sis left for school after we ate breakfast and Dad was exhausted and took a shower and went to get some sleep. I got into bed with him and fell asleep too. I woke up and Dad left a note that he went to the hospital to see Mom and he would be back by dinner. Later that day the doorbell rang it was our neighbor from down the street. She was a nice old lady about 70 I guessed, retired with no job to go to every day. She told me that she would be there all day with Mom and I would be in charge after 8pm thru the night. I thanked her. Dad came home with some take out and we ate in quite without saying two words. After I cleaned up and Dad got ready to go to the hospital to say by to Mom, he had to get back to the job site and was leaving tomorrow morning. On his way out he said "get yourself cleaned up for tonight Son, I left some supplies in the bag on the counter". Dad left and I looked in the bag and saw lube and an enema. I guess I knew what I was getting tonight. I cleaned myself good and was waiting for Dad in my room. He knocked on the door and poked his head in and said "I'm jumping in the shower, I'll be back soon". Yes Sir, I said. Dad came into my room with just a towel wrapped around him. He looked around and said "strange doing this in your room"! I don't mind I said and pulled the covers down exposing my nude body and sporting a woody. Wow, your bed is small Son. I think it's time your Mom and I get you a bigger bed. I've had this twin bed all my life that I can remember, and t's low to the floor compared to our bed at the hotel room. Dad pulled the bed away from the wall and told me to get on all fours. He kneeled on the floor and started licking my hole. I was moaning and was so relaxed. Lay flat on your back, Son. Yes, Sir I said. Dad pulled my legs up and put my pillow under my butt. Grabbed the lube form my nightstand and lubed up his cock. He pulled my legs up around his neck and slides his cock deep inside of me, rocking back and forth and I was jacking myself off in rhythm with Dad's pumping. I shot my load on my chest and Dad blew his inside me, then laid his sweaty body on top of me and caught his breath whispering I'm going to miss my Buddy boy. Me too, Daddy, me too. I slept with my Dad all night in my little bed; we were almost on top of each other. Morning came and I woke up by myself. I jumped up and yelled for Dad, I ran downstairs and Dad had left a note for me. "Be good, take care of your Mother, and see you in a few weeks. Love Dad" Bummer, he left without saying goodbye. Well, Mom wasn't to come home for a few days yet. So, I went to the beach to surf and took to the water like I had never left. I caught up with some friends of mine and they all had a predictable summer, but most of them had found girlfriends. Of course being a small beach town, I knew all of them. I guessed their summer wasn't as hot as mine. One of my best friend's new girlfriend's best friend was coming on to me. I blew her off, the end of the week she stopped by my house to see if she could help out with my Mom. I figured I had to stop this fast because I wasn't in the least attracted to her. Mom slept most of the day, so I found a good time and told her I had a relationship that started over the summer and we were going to make it work out somehow long-distance. Word spread fast and all my friends wanted details! All I would say was that we had strong feelings for each other and I couldn't wait till our next hot time together. They all drank it up and wanted to know how many times we did it. When I told them I lost count, they were all impressed. One guy, said "were talking penetration"? Yes, penetration almost every time, I said! Of course, they assumed it was a young girl and not my 41 year old father penetrating me and I of course didn't correct them. Mom was getting better by the day and the neighbor lady was around less and less. Mom said she would take me school clothes shopping and the thought of that depressed me. I always hated clothes shopping and Mom insisted I cut my hair. I decided to go drastic and got a crew cut that was like Kenny's haircut. Mom was so thrilled she called dad as soon as we got home to tell him "how handsome his son was". Mom said. Your Dad wants to talk to you. Hey Dad, I sure miss you. Buddy I really miss you too, it's not the same here without you. Well, you made your Mom happy cutting your hair are you going to grow it out again, I really like it long, Son? Yes Sir, I promise. He was busy with work and we said our goodbyes and I was so mad I didn't ask him when he's coming home. School started and no sign of my Dad coming home. I would ask Mom everyday if the job was done and she was impressed I took to my summer job that seriously and I was interested in it being completed. Little did she know I wanted my Daddy home pronto! The first week of school was typical and I liked high school much better than J.H. even though I'm only a freshman. My favorite class was History because the teacher Mr. Shaw reminded me of my Dad, tall thick arms and chest and muscular with a trimmed black beard and full head of hair. He was also a coach, but taught history this year, I guess they had plenty of coach's, but short of history teachers. I sat up front and would stare at him all period. I would read my chapters the night before, so I could stare at him while he was teaching. He thought I was a good listener, when I was really undressing him with my eyes. My history class was my last period and Friday I asked Mr. Shaw if I could stay and help him with the room. To my surprise he said "yes". I put the projector up that we had used and straightened the desks. He asked me why I didn't want to get to the beach and surf the afternoon away like my friends. I said "well, Mr. Shaw you remind me of my Dad and he's away on business". He smiled and said "well that's nice". Do you play sports? No Sir I don't. Maybe we can throw the football around one afternoon. That sounds like fun, I said. Where? I live two blocks south of the park. OK when? He said how about tomorrow, Saturday afternoon, say 1pm. OK I'll be there. Saturday I did all my chores at home early and Mom said she was fine by herself, so I jumped on my bike and rode over the bridge to where the park is. It was crowded, the weather was nice and not as hot as usual and I rode around the trails a couple of times and found a picnic table and sat and waited. I was beginning to think Mr. Shaw ditched me when I saw him walking a crossed the field tossing his football from one hand to the other. Hey Mike, he said. Hi Mr. Shaw. When he got closer I said "my friends and family call me Buddy. He smiled and said hi, Buddy. When were not at school, you can call me Jack. Cool I said smiling. Now have you stretched and warmed up? Yes Sir, I mean Jack. He handed me the football and took off running and said throw me a pass. I threw way over his head and he ran faster, but didn't catch the ball. Sorry, I yelled. No worries he said. He threw it back to me and I barely backed up one step and caught it and threw it again, this time I under threw. We played this back and forth for about a half hour and it seemed like I was getting worse. He walked over and was sweating and said, let's take five and get a drink of water. We walked over to the fountain and he bent down to got a big drink, I did the same. We walked back out to the field and he said, "Well, you seem to have the catching part under control, but your throwing is way off". Let me show you something. He got behind me and wrapped his arms around me and took the ball and put it in my hands and said look for your target and don't take your eye off him, then follow your throw and release about here. Got it? Yes, Jack I said. I was afraid to turn around because I got an immediate boner having him behind me. We did this over and over and I was becoming board quick. Then he started running in S shapes and throwing the ball, then it was my turn and I be damned, his technic worked! I was actually throwing the ball to him while he was running. We were sitting on the picnic catching our breath and I glanced down on saw his package through his sweat shorts, he looked a little aroused which made me aroused. I think he caught me peaking a couple times. He said he had to wrap it up and maybe we would practice again sometimes soon. Ok I said, and off he went. I stayed a while and watched him walk away. Monday I couldn't wait to get to History class and said hello to Jack, but I said Mr. Shaw, he replied hello, Buddy with a smile. I had read the entire chapter on Sunday and was glued to Jack's every move. He walked around when he taught and dressed young with jeans and a tight shirt. Then I wondered how old he was. He then called on me for an answer and I hadn't heard the question! I paused and thankfully he repeated the question and I got the answer right. He gave me a strange look and then smiled. After class he said "Buddy, can you wait a moment". After all the kids were out he said "daydreaming in class"? Yes Sir, I said. I was just wondering how old you are? He laughed and said compared to you "I'm ancient"! I'll be 15 next week I said. He laughed and said double that and add 3. So you are 33? That's not ancient, I said, plus you're in great shape. He smiled. The next day was about the same and he was up walking around teaching and I was doodling on my notebook and he squeezed my shoulder, I looked up and he smiled. I looked down and realized I had written "Jack" on my tablet! I instantly got embarrassed and thought how immature is that. The bell rang and Mr. Shaw said "Buddy hold on". I must have been beat-red. The last kid left the room and he said "we still on this Saturday"? Yes, Sir I said and smiled. Great, let's make it earlier; say 10:30 and we'll grab lunch afterwards. Cool, I said. Friday didn't come soon enough and the bell rang and I waited for the class to clear and I said "see you tomorrow"? He said yes, I asked him where we were eating lunch, so I know how much money to bring. It's on me he said, just a burger or Pizza somewhere. Great, see you at the park, I said. Saturday I woke up and it was raining! Damn weather I thought! Around 10 it eased up and I got to the park right at 10:30 and NO Jack! I guess he figured it was a rain out. The park was empty and I took my hands and wiped the water off the picnic table and sat down. Way out in the field I saw Jack walking towards me, but with no football. I smiled when he got closer and said "forget the ball"? No, I thought we can watch some plays I recorded at my house. You game? Yes, I said smiling. We got to Jack's house and it was a small two bedroom beach house like most of the homes my town had. He had a big screen TV; in those days you needed a crane to move those into the house. He had VHS'S stacked on the side and he pulled out some tapes and started explaining the plays. I sat on his sofa and he stood and pointed. We did this for about an hour, tape after tape and I was getting board. He looked at me and said "not near as much fun as the real thing, huh"? Yeah, I said and look at the rain now! It had started to storm. Wow, do I need to get you home? No, I said my Mom's at work and my Dad's out of town on business; I would just be home alone anyway. Cool, well I live alone, so I guess we will keep each other company. I'm not much of a cook, but I have frozen pizza I can make for us. Ok, I said. The kitchen was open to the living room and we talked while he cooked. He said I have coke or water? Coke I said. We ate the pizza on TV trays sitting on the sofa and were watching a game when pop the lights went out! Wow, it's really storming! I'm glad we got the pizza cooked, he said. Right, I said. After lunch, we just sat and talked. I found out he was from up north and couldn't find a job at home and moved down here five years ago, never married and was single at the time. You have a girlfriend Buddy? No, I said. Not dating either, he asked? Yes, not dating. You have old girlfriends around? No, I said. .....long pause. You got a boyfriend? I was stunned at first, but he said it so, nonchalant. I smiled and said sort-of. Sort of? How does that work? I said...well, it's a funny thing really. How so, he asked. We just have sex is all? Just sex? Just like that? Well, it was over the summer. He smiled and said "are you into anyone now"? Yes, I said. A boy at school, he asked? No. No? Well, not a boy I said! Jack smiled and stood up and said "you want another Coke"? Sure I said. He came back and handed me the Coke and sat really close to me this time. My heart was pounding. The lights were off and the rain was pouring out side. It's quite in here he said in a whisper. Yes, I said. Then I asked, how about you Jack? What, he asked? Are you interested in somebody....long pause... it's looking like I am, but I'm too scared to act on it! Why, I bet he would trust you and keep it a secret, in fact I know he would. Jack stood and said, "Oh Buddy, this shouldn't happen". I give good back rubs, nothing wrong with that is there, I said. To my surprise he pulled off his shirt and he had a hairy chest like my Dad's and lay down on the carpet on his stomach. I set the coke down and rubbed my hands together to warm them up and started massaging his back. Ah, that feels good, he said! I rubbed for a good twenty minutes and whispered, roll over Jack. He hesitated, but rolled over and had a woody. I massaged his chest and arms and moved down to his stomach which was nice and hard abs. I put my hand on his package and he sat up and said "wait, wait this shouldn't happen". I'm OK Jack, it's OK. He stood up and sat on the sofa and rubbed his temples. I got between his legs and pulled down his shorts exposing his hairy cock. He was about Dad's size, maybe a little smaller, but much more hairy. I put his cock in my hands and he closed his eyes and said....yes. I sucked his cock and swallowed his manhood. He moaned and said, yes suck that cock Buddy. I did my magic and had him squirt his juice down my throat and swallowed every drop. Jack was panting and sweating and looked of panic. Jack, it is OK I said again. You made my day, really I said. I know, but if this got out I'm toast! Yeah, you and me both, you think I want my circle of friends knowing this side of me? OK so Buddy we have truce? I smiled and said "always the history teacher", yes we have a truce. But, I expect a re-run down the road. Jack laughed and said "we'll see". Ah you know you enjoyed it, I said! Yes, I did he said smiling.