Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 18:33:26 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: "Salisbury to San Diego" Part Three, gay/incest

Too late, he got in his truck and started to leave. So I decided to follow
him a little ways to see where he goes. He headed down Ingraham St. across
a bridge and then over an island turning to Sunset Cliffs Blvd. Followed
that to Del Mar Ave. where we took a right. He pulled into a driveway at
the corner of Del Mar and Cable St. Looked like a nice house. Had a garage.
Not many houses do around here. Looked about as old as my place but he had
a small yard which I didn't in the front.

As I kept going past he got out of his truck and headed inside. I headed
back for the hotel. When I got to my room I thought of something I didn't
before. I looked him up in the phone book. "J. Marino, 4901 Del Mar, Ocean
Beach 619-522-2223".

Well I know that's him now. What to do about it now.....

Part Three:

I tried to keep my mind off of my father for the next few days. The
furniture was delivered and I had basic housekeeping and setting up to do.
I could not concentrate on getting settled if I worried about how I was
going to approach this man, Joseph Marino, and tell him I was his son while
I was trying to get my house in order.

It might be a small house but it is a house that will be my home for a
while so I wanted to get it right.

I called Mr. Stanton during that time and let him know my progress so far.
He surprised me by being impressed with the work I had done so far. He
didn't think I would be moving on it this fast. But I, on the other hand,
knew that the faster I got my commitments out of the way that I could begin
my life on my terms. This short break I was taking was only to have my home
in order. And I found a gym. I joined right away. It was pretty low rent
but they had the right amount of equipment and it was totally
casual. Stern's Gym. An old school place that I liked.  After that I would
be working full time on meeting my father and having some sort of
relationship with him, whatever that may be.

I also decided in a few short days that California seemed to suit me more
than the stuffiness of the east coast. People were much more down to earth
here and casual.

So, as I got the house in order I devised a plan, something that could get
me close to the garage without bringing attention to myself. Then it hit
me, I needed a car, and I was new to the area. I could go by there and ask
for their advice in finding a place to buy a car.

It was Friday, I decided to hold off on going by the garage till Monday. I
decided to explore my surroundings till then. I had found out through my
research that there was a bar by the base that I might be interested in.
"The Hole" was a leather/Levi type bar and I thought it might be right up
my alley. However I had no Levi's that I thought would fit the bill.

Saturday afternoon I went to a few thrift stores to find a used pair of
Levi 501's that would fit me just right. At the third one I found what I
was looking for. The jeans had been well worn and fit over my bubble but
very well. There was a hole at the crotch but it wasn't too big. The fabric
was thread bare in a few spots but mostly hole free. I tried them on real
quick and had a bit of a time getting my butt in them but once they were
buttoned and secured they fit perfectly. Although they did not leave much
to the imagination. As I was walking up to the check out I saw a pair of
construction type boots out of the corner of my eye. They just happened to
be size 10, my size, and were worn but in great shape. Without trying them
on I picked them up and proceeded to the check out.

It was 2pm by the time I made it back to my house. I took a quick nap and
then took a shower. Around 3:30pm I hit the gym as they closed at 5pm. I
worked out my arms and chest making sure I was pumped up for the night
ahead.

I made it home by 5:30pm and felt good. The sweat on my body felt good and
the smell made me horny. I went and got the jeans I bought and stripped
down totally. I was going commando with the jeans and wanted to see how
they looked before I went out.

Once I got them on they were a perfect fit. It was almost a shame to put on
anything else but I did have to drive there. I put on a plain tight white
tee shirt and the construction boots I bought as well. Now it was time for
Happy Hour.

I realized I would probably be getting to the bar a bit early but I wanted
to get to know my surroundings.

By 7 pm I was pulling up in front of "The Hole". I found a parking spot and
went in. I walked down into the patio/garden. It had a few guys hanging out
drinking beer. Then I made my way inside. The bar was sort of dark and it
was surprisingly busy. All the bar stools were full except for one and the
rest of the bar had guys in small groups or alone leaning against the wall.

I went to the bar and ordered a beer and then went and found a corner to
stand at to observe. Many guys were dressed like me but half had no shirts
on. I noticed that many that had Levi's on had the last button nearest the
crotch unbuttoned. It must be some sort of code.

It was hot in the bar and the beer was going down easily. I went to the bar
and ordered another. As I left the bar I noticed a few eyes on me. I
decided to go out to the patio for a few minutes and I felt as though I was
being followed.

It was just getting dark and guys were starting to head out to the patio
with me. When I got out there I looked to the corner and noticed two men
making out. One had his hands down the other one's jeans. They were both
shirtless and sweaty. I was intrigued. It was obvious that the one with
open jeans had nothing on underneath and the fly was wide open.

I picked a spot and leaned back and watched. I was there for a little while
watching when I was approached by an older guy. Probably in his thirties
and with blond hair. He had on a pair of tight Levi's with quite a few
holes in them. Black biker boots and nothing else. His body was built and
he had a cocky air about him.

But the biggest thing about him was that I felt as though I recognized him.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out why.

He was drinking a beer also and said, "You look as though you need one as
well. I'll be right back." And within a few minutes he was back and had two
new beers with him. One for him and one for me.

He asked me if I was new to the area and I answered that I was. He asked
also if I should be in the bar at all. It was true that the drinking age in
California at the time was 21 but it seemed that is was rarely enforced. So
I asked him if it bothered him. He said it did not.

His name was Rob. I told him my first name as well...Tony. We had a few
more beers and then we began to get closer. By the time I had my fifth beer
his arm was around my shoulder and I was leaning into him. Then we started
to make out. The next thing I knew my shirt was on the ground and his hand
was in the back of my jeans.

An hour or so later he asked if I wanted to get out of there. In my fuzzy
answer I think I said yes. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the
passenger seat of a VW bug and on my way to his home.

Within a small amount of time we were entering a mobile home park. When we
got to his trailer we walked inside. He started taking off his boots on his
way to the refrigerator.  He grabbed two beers and told me to make myself
comfortable. I sat on the couch and took off my boots and sat back as I was
handed a beer.

Before he sat down he took off his jeans and socks. He was naked. I looked
and thought for a minute and then realized...why not. I got up and did the
same.

I sat back down and he sat next to me. He took my beer from me and we
started to make out again. In all the blurry moments I remember us sucking
each others cocks. I remember getting up to go to his bed at one point. I
also remember losing my virginity that night. When he took me to his bed he
offered me a small brown bottle. I took it as he told me what to do with
it. I made me slightly high but mostly horny. I felt between his legs. He
was as hard as iron. He reached to the side of the bed and got some
Vaseline.  He put it on his cock and he put some on my hole. He put his tip
to my hole. He gently went in. Until he hit bottom I held my breath. Then
he proceeded to withdraw and then come back in. He did it slowly at first
and then quickened his pace. By the time I caught my breath his cock was
slamming into my ass. He came. He came inside me.  It was sweaty, smelly
hot sex. It didn't even hurt. He said I was meant to be a bottom. I had to
agree.

Then sleep. I woke up when the sun hit the windows. I looked over and Rob
was still asleep. My memory of last night was just hitting me....slowly. I
was in a trailer and I slept with a guy I didn't know. My ass was sort of
sore but not too bad.

Just then Rob woke. He looked over and smiled. "I had some good luck last
night" he said.

I said, "Oh yeah? What makes you say that?"

"You're still here" he replied. "And I want to see you again."

I was smitten. I can not argue that. He was quite a hunk and the sex was
pretty incredible.

He pulled me over and we kissed and cuddled for a while. Then he asked if I
had to be anywhere. I did not.

I then asked if he did and he said not till Monday morning. He had to work
at 7am. I then asked what he did for a living. He replied that "I'm a
mechanic".

I froze, Blond hair, VW bug, mechanic.....oh no. It couldn't be. But it
was. That is where I recognized him from. He works in my father's garage.

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