Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2017 08:54:17 -0500 From: Jake Stone Subject: Runaway, Part 2 m/m, family fun, etc... Where we left them: Wow. Maybe I should fess up to why I was here. I mean, my Dad turned out to be a stud, and I'm probably gay. And now I'll have to share a bed with him? It was all happening so fast. But I didn't have much of a choice. "How badly do you snore?" I asked to lighten the situation. Dad laughed. "Probably not any worse than you son". And he reached over and put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into another hug. I felt myself stir. This was going to be some adventure.... Part 2: "Son, I'm going to grab a quick shower. Then I guess I'll find something to wear. I don't usually wear anything to bed...but, I guess I should" Dad said as he got up. "Well Dad, neither do I. And I have workout shorts but really don't have any underwear. So I guess the shorts will have to do." "Fine son. I guess we are made out of the same stock" He laughed and then as he was leaving the room he said, "Have another beer and relax son. I won't be long. I took his advice since I was still nerveous as hell. I was kinda sorry he was taking a shower. The scent he gave off was hot. Well it may be for the best actually. As we will be in the same bed soon. Just as I finished my beer Dad came back in wearing another pair of shorts. Looser ones this time and a bit longer. He had a new beer in his hand as well. It was getting close to noon. "Heath, I have some ground beef. we could have some quick burgers on the grill and some more beer. If you're up for it. Since it's Saturday I usually don't have much going on. I was going to putz around here all day anyway.. Sound good?" "Yeah Dad, that sounds great. Um..when do you work anyway?" "I work Monday through Friday Heath." "Still a mechanic?" "Sure am son. I have my own shop in town. "Downtown Motors". I'm sure you've seen it." "Are you kidding me? The one next to the Barber Shop on Tulane?" I was shocked. All this time and I passed by that place a ton of times. "The very same son. Come on into the kitchen and I'll start putting together those burgers. I'm getting hungry and the beers would be better off with some company." Dad lead the way into the kitchen. He started preparing the food and then said. "So son, you feel comfortable enough to explain to me what happened?" I was hoping he forgot, at least for a while, so that I could get the nerve up to tell him. I wanted to tell him. I wanted a clean slate with him. But I was really afraid of rejection. But, of course, it would come out sooner or later. Dad was still working on the food. Not looking at me but I could tell he was waiting. I just decided to go for it. What was the worst that could happen. I would just call Trent and then figure out what else I was going to do with the rest of my life. "Son? You ok?" He looked back at me. I'm sure I was white as a sheet. "Yea Dad. Um...well if you don't want to see me after this I'll understand. But I guess it is only fair to tell you." "Go on son. And, like I said, short of you killing someone there is no reason I can see to throw you out. So go on. Take your time. It's fine." He said with a wink and a smile. Damn he was a hot man. Why the hell did Mom let him go. Oh yea, Jesus. I forgot. "Well, I guess I'm not normal" I started. "Not normal? What ever gave you that idea...", Dad looked upset and then, "Sorry, I will wait for the punch line. I jumped the gun. Continue." "Well, I don't exactly...well the truth is...ok. My friend Trent..who you just met...well we're pretty close." "Sure Heath, he said he was your best friend. I understand" Dad said. "No you don't Dad. Ok, Mom came home early yesterday. She usually works mid shift at the plant. She was ill, or so she said, and I didn't hear her come in the house. Trent and I were in my room". I stopped there. I was shaking and sweating. "Ok Heath, go on, were you smoking pot or something?" I chuckled. Some comic relief. If he only knew how nutty I was about my body and how beer was about the only 'drug' I'd let into it. "No Dad, not into the drug scene." "Well I'm happy to hear that son, go on" "Ok, well, we were watching porn. And we had a couple of beers. And we were naked." I stopped again to wait for his reaction. "Well son, knowing your Mother, I can see her being very upset about you and Trent having beers and watching porn. I don't see much harm in it.....wait....you were naked with Trent?" Dad stopped what he was doing but didn't turn from the counter. "Dad, this is where it becomes a problem. This is where you either throw me out or at least have a cow. Trent and I weren't only naked. We were together." "Together?...." Dad pondered this for a few seconds, then "Oh..you mean you and Trent are intimate with each other?" "Well, yea, I guess you could say it that way" "Huh, two football jocks. Good looking ones at that. Go figure." Dad was staring off into space now. "That's it? Go figure? You're not going to throw me out. Or at least scream 'fag' at me or something?" I was waiting for the drama that I expected but wasn't coming. Dad turned around and then came and sat at the table with me. He looked me in the eye and said, "Son, your Mother never told you why she thought I was a walking sin did she?" "No Dad, what's that got to do with me?" "A lot I guess" Dad looked down at the table to gather his thoughts. "The owner of the shop, the one before me, his name was Anthony. He hired me there more than 15 years ago. I was about 21 with high school and a two year mechanic certificate under my belt. He was about 45 and took a chance on hiring me. We worked very long hours. He taught me a lot. Not only about being a mechanic but about being a man. About a year after he hired me and after becoming close friends, well, we were at work late one night finishing up a job that had to be done by morning. Well, when we were finished we had a beer in the office. Well one turned into a lot. I never made it home that night. Well not our home. I went to his. Your Mother was fit to be tied. I just said I had too many beers and stayed at Anthony's. But she was suspicious. A few weeks later we were there late again. But now things were very casual with us. I was happy for the first time in my life. Once the garage was closed we would take off our shirts and work like that. We would also play with each other sometimes before we went home. Right after your 4th birthday I was working late again. But we really weren't working. We were in the office, naked and playing, and I saw car lights in the parking lot. I didn't think much of it. Probably someone turning around or something. And no one could see in. Well we forgot to lock the door. Guess who walked in. Your Mother. I had Anthony's cock in my mouth and my fingers in his ass. Her face went white and her body rigid. I thought she was going to have a heart attack right there. She turned around and left. Car tires burned rubber all the way down Tulane. When I got home she wouldn't look at me. She told me to get all my filthy cloths and get out and never come back. And if I even tried to contact my son she would make life difficult for me and Anthony. I didn't want that for him or for me for that matter. So I left and that was that. We divorced and I sent money for you every month." I was in shock again. What the hell? But one thing was not answered. "So what happened to Anthony?" "He died five years ago. Had a heart attack at work. Left me everything. We had 9 really good years together and I miss him. He always encouraged me to seek you out but I was leary of having to deal with your Mother. I hope you can forgive me for that" "Where does this leave us Dad?" I didn't know what to think. "Well son. It leaves us where it did when you showed up today. I want to get to know you and now that we have all our cards on the table I think it will be easier. Do you think any less of me now that you know my story? I know that I feel closer to you already." "Of course I don't think less of you Dad. If anything I feel like a weight is off my shoulders. Do you think we can make it under the same roof Dad?" "Sure we can son. Now let's eat. I'm starved" The day continued as we said it would. We just relaxed in our shorts, drank beer and had burgers. I asked Dad all sorts of questions about his relationship but the questions I really wanted to ask I shyed away from. Around 3 pm my phone had a text alert. It was Trent. It read: "Everything ok?". I smirked and Dad looked up and caught it. "Is it Trent son?" Dad asked. "Yea it is. Just wants to know if everything is ok." I replied. "Well I think it is safe to say that everything is just fine. You want him to come over?" Dad was so cool. "No, not today anyway. I really need this time with you to get to know you Dad. I am just going to answer him and let him know that all is well. His family already told me I had a place to stay anytime if things didn't work out here. I hope I'm safe in saying that I don't need that right now. Right Dad?" I was looking at the ground. So scared of rejection. All I saw in front of me was happiness if I could stay here. But I was scared that I was intruding on this strangers life. But the way we got along so far made it seem like we were not strangers at all. Like we've known each other forever. I only hoped he felt half of what I did. "Son, look at me." I looked up and Dad had a very intense look on his face, "I am never going to let you slip out of my life again. I curse myself for letting your Mother have the influence over me that she did keeping me away from you and I only hope that I can make that up to you every day for the rest of my life. What ever I have is yours and you are free to come and go as you please. But nothing would make me happier than if you decided to stay with me for as long as you can stand it. I'm not perfect. And I'm a bit of a slob. The house is a long way from being done. But it's your house as much as it is mine. I always intended on inviting you over but always chickened out. Rejection is a two way street son and I was just as much in fear of yours as you seem to be of mine right now. So let's just say once in for all rejection is not and never will be on the table as far as I am concered. I've always loved you son, from afar, but I always have." There were tears forming at the corner of Dad's eyes. And once he was done I lost it. Dad came over to me and took me into his arms and my head was buried in his chest. I cried the past 18 years away as he held me. I held him back tighter than I've ever held anyone. We were like that for quite awhile when we finally pulled a way, just a bit, and he put his hand under my chin and smiled. "I guess we both feel the same way. So I think it is proper that we celebrate. Ever had Margaritas son?" Between sniffles I said, "Yeah, once Dad. They were pretty good. I liked it with lots of salt and on the rocks" "Well my son is more worldly than I thought. Two margarita rocks with lots of salt coming up. After that we should be knocked out." Dad laughed and got up off the chair I was on with him and went into the kitchen. What I noticed though as he walked away was that his scent was still with me. His masculine scent. So hot. Dad soon brought in the margaritas. He even had traditional margarita glasses. You know, the old looking glass with bubbles in it and a blue rim. And the salt as thick around the rim. He had a smile from ear to ear as he presented me with the drink. "To us son. I am so happy to have you here. This big old house needed another person to bring it to life." And with that, I said, "Thanks Dad, happy to be here", and we clinked glasses. To say the drink was strong was an understatement. I sort of gasped on my first sip. Dad looked over and grinned. "I like my tequilla son" He said as he chuckled. "Yea Dad, I can tell. It's good though." It was coming around 5pm and with all the activity from the past 24 hours and the way my life had changed as well as the few sips of tequilla I had, I was getting tired. Dad noticed. "Heath? You're eyes are looking a little heavy bud" Dad said. "Yea, I guess I didn't get much sleep last night and with a couple of beers and now this drink, its like Nyquil. I'm almost ready to hit the hay." "No problem son. Head upstairs whenever you want. I'm not likely to get to bed anywhere before 9 or 10 myself but that doesnt mean you have to stay up." "You mind if I take a quick shower Dad. That should wake me up." "Sure son, come on and and I'll show you around up stairs." I followed him up the main staircase that was off the entry to the house. It was something like out of 'Gone with the Wind' but probably on a smaller scale. Needed painted and some TLC but still grand. At the top of the stairs there were 6 doors. 5 of them were closed but the one that was open, at the end of the hall, was where we were headed. We entered the Master Bedroom and I was once again amazed at the difference of this room compared to the neglected parts of the house. Most of the furnishings were modern as well as masculine. The room was completly done with dark woods and dark green paint. The trim however was stark white. Off to one side was the entrance to a huge bathroom. There was no door. It just looked like a whole wall was removed and from the bedroom wood floors it went to black marble tile. My jaw must have dropped and my eyes I'm sure were bulgging out. IT was amazing. My Dad laughed at my reaction. "I took the bedroom next door and made it the master bathroom as the original bathrooms in the house were small and inadequate. There is also an entrance to the bathroom from the hallway. The old bedroom's original doorway." "Wow Dad. This is awesome" As I looked around I noticed things were in a bit of a dissaray. Definetly a man living alone not expecting company. But grand all the same. "Well I'll leave you to it son. Everything you need is in the bathroom. Soap, towels, etc. Yell down if you need anything. You need your clothes up here?" "Thanks. Nah, I'll just throw these shorts back on. And my shirt is sweat soaked so I'll just dress like you are." I laughed a bit nervous and Dad caught it but tried to make everything alright. "Fine with me son. Never been much about clothes in my house anyway. It will take some getting used to to put on shorts." He laughed and so did I. But all I could think of was my Dad was a fricking hunk and he runs around here naked. Damn. Dad left and as I heard the door to the bedroom close I went to find the shower. There was both a walk in shower and a large tub with jets in it. The shower had no door. It was the size of a walkin closet and had at least a four foot opening. So I stripped down and walked in. There was three shower heads. The one on the middle wall was standard and fixed. On the right wall there was a shower head that was hand held and on the left there was another fixed shower head but with an attachement at the end of the hose. Looked like the end of a enema bottle but in chrome. I didn't know what that was for but I turned on the water and all three heads came on. There was a control for each one if you wanted to turn them off. On the bottom of the shower there was a large drain that sunk a couple of inches into the floor and looked like it had a removable screen. I reached for the soap and started to soap up and I looked up and saw that the opposite wall was all mirror. I was looking at myself from head to toe. I watched myself the whole time. I watched myself soap up my whole body. I took stock in my assests. Muscular body with little fat anywhere. Smooth chest with thick pecs and a trail of hair from my belly button to my pubes. Shaved balls and a smooth bubble butt that was huge and muscular on top of thick thighs and well built calfs. My thick cock hanging down dripping water and soap. I was proud of my body and watching myself soap up, well, it was sort of erotic. I started to get hard. As I soaped up my ass I let my finger explore my hole. This got me harder, up to my full eight inches of thick teen meat, dripping pre cum. I couldn't take it any longer. With my one hand playing with my hole I took my other hand and started pulling on my cock. Then a thought came to me. This is where my Dad showers. Wonder if he rubs it off in here too. I was getting hotter at the thought. It didn't take long. I came hard and shot it all over the shower wall. After I caught my breath I realized that the shower was a mess and didn't want Dad to find it. I took the hand held and rinsed off the wall. Then I finished showering and dryed off. Threw on my shorts and went off to find Dad. I got down to the kitchen where Dad was and he looked up from what he was doing. "Did you have a good shower son. Um, you look flushed, you ok." And then it seemed like his expression changed and he said, "Oh, well that's fine, I'm making a salad. You probably need something to eat" and he had a very amused look on his face. Part 3 cumming soon! There is a Part 3 is almost written. After that we will see if the story needs to be added on to. Happy Reading!! 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