Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2014 17:43:50 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: "Salisbury to San Diego" Part Thirteen, gay/incest

*Thank you everyone for the overwhelming response to this story. I'm
pleased everyone is enjoying it. Sorry there was a long pause between
Chapter 12 and this one. Pull your pants down, get a Kleenex and enjoy. If
you're under 18 however don't enjoy. Go play a video game. Thanks men!!*

Previously:

When I got home my phone was ringing. I thought it was strange.

"Hello"

"You're not going to believe this." It was Rob.

"What?"

"Joe called and said he was taking the day off. He would see me on Monday.
Joe never, ever, takes the day off without totally warning me."

"Is this a bad sign?" I asked worried.

"Well, I'm not sure. Uncharted territory" he said.

Great. The day already went from awesome to shit in less than an hour.

Chapter 13:

After Rob and I hung up I sat on the couch wondering what I should do. What
could I do? Joe was either going to be pissed or he was going to deal with
it. It was his decision to make. I was hoping whatever decision he made
included me.

I decided to call Mr. Stanton. He might as well know what was going on.
Well, at least that I told Joe that I was his son, he doesn't need to know
the nitty gritty of it all.

"Anthony, how are you? How is California?" he sounded chipper.

"I'm fine sir. Everything seems fine. How are you?" I responded.

"I'm doing well my boy. I actually just got off the phone with your
Father",  My Father?? He talked to Joe? What was that about?

"I'm sorry Mr. Stanton? Did you say you were talking to my Father?" Now I
was nervous all over again.

"Yes Anthony. Now, now, don't worry. It was quite smart of him after all.
He called the apartment. I guess he tracked your Mother's number down
somehow. But all the calls to the apartment are forwarded to my secretary.
She immediately sent the call in to me. He was doing the logical thing
Anthony. He was seeing if the story you told him was true. I, of course,
supported your story 100%. I am impressed with the man. Aside from asking
if the mortgages were really paid off he didn't once ask about your money
or your status as heir apparent. He just wanted to make sure you were his
son and that the story of your Grandparents changing your Mother's mind was
true. He thanked me and hung up. Well he did say one other thing. He said
that she, your Mother, should have told him. He could have watched you grow
up. That was it my boy."

I sat there for a moment. He checked up on me. I guess I couldn't blame
him. An 18 year old boy comes out of no where and says he's his son. I
would have done the same thing...wouldn't I have? Yes, yes, of course I
would.

"Anthony, are you still there?" I almost forgot about Mr. Stanton.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry. I was just going over in my mind if this was a good
thing or not. That he was checking up on me and my story."

"I think it was a very good thing. And as far as the estate goes it helps
us move forward. With your Father's permission I recorded the conversation
so that if there was any legal problems with you fulfilling your Mother's
request I had back up in my safe. I will make a copy for you to keep in
your safe deposit box also. Meanwhile, the estate will be settled. You are
a very rich young man Anthony. I'll give you time to decide if you wish to
continue your relationship with me or if you would like everything
transferred to California after you are settled. I would understand."

Mr. Stanton was going over the details and I only half heard him. I wanted
to know where Joe was. But it would be crazy to chase him around the city.

"Thank you Mr. Stanton. I think everything should just remain as is right
now. I don't see any reason in rushing into any changes. I may request some
money at some point. To buy a house. Something bigger I think. But that is
down the road. I'm fine for right now."

"Very well Anthony. I will be sending documents for to sign at the law firm
in San Diego that I gave you the information of. They will call you when
the documents arrive and I will need you to go there. Other than that
everything else I will handle. Is there anything else?"

"No Mr. Stanton. I'll call you if I need you. Thank you for everything."
and we hung up. Now for my Father. Or Joe. What happens now.

It was becoming late in the morning. There is a sandwich shop a couple
blocks away and I knew I had to eat soon. Not much in the house yet.
I walked. I got a foot long sub sandwich to go and took it back home with
me.  When I turned the corner of my street I almost dropped my sandwich.

Joe's truck was sitting in front on the street. I looked over to the house
and I didn't see him. But the gate to the back yard was open.

I went into the house and dropped the sandwich in the kitchen on my way to
the back patio. And there was Joe. He was sitting on the edge of the patio
drinking a beer with his shirt laying beside him.

I opened the door and step out. I startled him. He looked up at me and his
eyes were swollen. He looked really sad, shaken, like he had been terribly
hurt. I hope I wasn't the one that hurt him.

"Joe, what's wrong" I felt like I was about to cry.

"She should have told me. All these years. I thought you were with a new
family. I thought you would be well loved and taken care of. She should
have told me." he was near tears himself. Probably a little buzzed from the
beer too. I wondered when the last time he had some food.

"Joe, come inside. I have a sub sandwich we will split. I'll have a beer
with you." I nodded towards the twelve pack he had sitting next to him.
Looked like a few of them were gone.

He slowly got up and I gestured he go before me. Just as he was passing me
he stopped and put down the beer and pulled me in his arms. "Do you hate
me?"

"What? Hate you? Why would I hate you? I'm dying for your acceptance. There
is no way I could hate you." I responded.

"I wasn't there for you. And then when I finally meet you I took advantage
of you. Sexually. You must think that I am the lowest form of a pervert.
I'm so sorry." He cried into my shoulder. He was racked with guilt.

"If you are the lowest form of a pervert then I must be too. I don't regret
anything that happened Joe. But having you hold me and having you say what
you're saying tells me that you care about me and want me in your life.
That is all I want. Nothing else but then to be in your life." He looked up
then. He was getting control of himself again.

"You don't think it was an awful thing, what we did?" he said looking at me
in disbelief.

"Maybe being young and naïve has its advantages. I mean I know what other
people might think. But I've known about myself for a very long time. That
I like men I mean. And usually my taste runs towards a bit older man. The
first man I met here was Rob. And I'm not usually into blonds but he is
really hot and sexual. But I know you're not talking about the age
difference are you?" I said.

"No Tony, I'm not. Lord knows young guys turn me on. Hell guys my age turn
me on. I'm pretty much a man whore Tony. But I'm you Dad. I mean. Isn't it
like a sin or something?" He started to get upset again.

I pushed him inside and I grabbed the beer myself. I put the beer in the
fridge and took two out. I then pulled out two plates and split up the
sandwich. I motioned him over to the couch and we pulled over the coffee
table and I just simply told him to eat. I know I needed to.

We ate in silence. I was happy to see him eating it all. He took a swig of
beer every now and then but he was eating all of the sandwich I had put on
the plate for him.

When he was done he looked up at me and said, "Thank you. You were right, I
needed that. Probably could eat more to. But I want to talk more. Then
maybe we could go get something to eat somewhere."

"Sounds good Joe"

And that's what we did. We talked. I told him all about my life up till
that point and he told me about his. He was proud of his business. I was
glad.

We talked about what he wanted out of life. I told him I wanted to go to
school eventually. I wanted to learn everything I could especially since I
didn't have to worry about getting a job right away. I was thinking
business and law.

As time went on the house got warmer. I took off my shirt, shoes and socks.
Joe took off his shoes and socks as well.

He was a lot more calm. Sitting back on the couch. Looking so damn sexy.

The house was getting quite a bit warmer. It was going to be another warmer
than usual day, or so I'm told, being new to here I was still relying on
others for the weather information.

I got up and opened a couple windows to hopefully catch the ocean breeze.

Joe watched me the whole time. At this point I just had on some old gym
shorts that we worn but comfortable. I noticed him and said, "what?"

He smiled and said, "I have a very hot son"

I laughed. "That's because your son has a very hot Father." Our eyes met. I
don't know if it was the heat or the beers but I knew at once the mood had
changed.

Joe didn't move. I slowly moved back to my place on the couch. We were
still staring at each other. Him on one end me on the other. I was feeling
dizzy.

The heat seemed to be increasing despite the ocean breeze. I started to
realize I was sweating. Nervous sweat? Heat? Both? I caught his scent too.
Manly, earthy and hot.

The mood had changed. I was right. The air was charged. He moved forward.

"Damn it to hell" he said as he came over. "I can't help myself, forgive
me." he said as he continued to slide over. He grabbed the back of my neck
and pulled me to him. His mouth opened and landed on mine. His tongue
forced my lips open. The kiss was intense and emotional. I threw my arms
around him and pulled him close despite the heat. It was incredible.

He pulled back for just a moment, "I'm sorry. We may both go to hell for
this. I can't help myself around you. I know its so wrong. If you ever want
me to stop..."

"Don't you dare" And I pulled him back to me. I slide down on the couch
onto my back. Him on top of me. I felt myself push up to him. grinding my
crotch into his. His hands were all over me. from my shoulders to the top
of my shorts.

He lifted my left arm. His mouth was on my pit. I know I was pretty ripe
with the heat but he didn't seem to mind. Like Father like Son. As he
cleaned my pit he grunted like an animal. He seemed to be releasing all
those hidden demons that were telling him to restrain himself.

The next thing I knew I was naked and he was removing his shorts. We were
both hard. Sweating. The heat.

He started moving down. Sliding off of me. Onto the floor. He sucked on my
cock and licked my balls. As he did this he grabbed my ankles. Pushed them
up. He started eating me out. Tentative at first then he went for it.

After a few minutes he pulled back. "Your hole is puffy and slightly open.
Who fucked you last?"

I was already breathing hard. Some moans had escaped my mouth. Panting I
told him, "Rob fucked me this morning" He got a gleam in his eye. An evil
gleam.

"Did he cum in you son?" He asked.

"...and pissed" I replied

He looked taken aback for just a moment, and then, "Oh fuck, so fucking
hot." And he dove back in. Seemed to be hoping for any remnant of Rob he
could find. It felt so good. Even with my ass lips feeling a little raw it
felt good.

Then he came up off me. He put my feet on his shoulders and he lined
himself up. "I'm so sorry Son. But Daddy's got to fuck you." He said as I
felt his cock at my hole.

"Don't ever be sorry. I want you to." And that was the permission he
needed. I felt him enter. Thankfully I was still open enough to allow him
in with minimal pain. Sweat was pouring off his forehead dripping onto me.
I thought for sure the new couch wouldn't be able to take all this wetness.

Then once he was in it started. He started. He was like an animal. Claiming
me. I was happy to be claimed. He was rough and constant. Moaning again I
was asking him to go harder. He did. It was very intense.

The kissing started again too. More urgent this time. Very wet and sloppy.
Both of us making sounds into each others mouths. It was all too much. I
started coming. And I came hard. My hidden talent for coming without
touching myself was becoming more apparent.

When I came and my ass tightened around his cock he couldn't hold back any
longer either. He roared. I felt the power of the orgasm he was having deep
inside me. It was hot inside me.

He collapsed on me. Both of us breathing heavy. After a few minutes he
lifted his head, "No regrets?" he asked.

"Never" I said.

"You'll stay in my life for good son?"

"I'm not going anywhere. I like it here."

"Thank goodness" he seemed relieved, "I knew I loved you from the time I
met you but I didn't know why. I know this isn't right but it feels so
good."

"Then it's right Joe" he laid his head back down on my chest and we laid
there until sleep over took us.


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