Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2018 20:15:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Trailer Park Trash, Chapter Six

                        TRAILER PARK TRASH
              Chapter Six: My Dad Takes Trailer "B"
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I woke up in Gavin's arms, big beefy arms wrapped around me, and I
didn't want to get up, ever. Instead I snuggled in more and when I felt him
moving as if he might be waking up, I shammed sleeping, letting what I
hoped was a gentle snore slip from my lips, not sawing logs, but the sounds
you might make accidentally.
     I think it fooled Gavin, but he didn't lie there with me like I'd
hoped, instead, he got up and slipped out. I expected him to come right
back, but instead when he was done in the bathroom, he went on into the
living room. I decided to go ahead and get up, see what he was doing.
     Exercises. He was lying on the floor wearing only a pair of short
navy-blue shorts, on an exercise mat, on his back but not flat and still,
he was all curled up, doing crunches, like sit-ups only he was bringing his
knees up to his alternate elbows, and he wasn't doing them slow, either, it
was rapid-fire. I just stood there and admired how this big body of his
would work quickly, when a person is really buffed you almost expect it to
be sluggish, ponderous, like an elephant instead of lithe and supple.
     He did a set or something, because he suddenly stopped and lay back,
panting and I said, "Good morning."
     "Good morning." He said, turning his head to me, his chest working,
his lips open as he panted to catch his breath again. "Did you sleep all
right?"
     "Yes, sir." I said. "Thanks for letting me stay here with you."
     "Where are you sleeping, on the couch?" Gavin asked me. It was a
legitimate question, these were all one-bedroom trailer houses except for
the landlord's.
     "Yeah." I said. "Mom took the bedroom. It's okay, I'll be moving on
before much longer. Just need to get a job and a place of my own when I get
enough money."
     "Not going to college this fall?"
     "Nah." I said. "I've had enough school for a while. Maybe next year."
     "You could go to a trade school, and work nights. Lots of people do
that." he suggested.
     "Yeah, yeah, I'll do something like that. I just gotta decide what I
want to do first."
     Gavin realized he'd gotten too nosy, I guess, he changed the
subject. "You got a job to do for me, first, remember. After that, I'll ask
around for a job for you. It won't be much, it never is without an
education...."
     "Hey, thanks." I said. "I talked with T-Bone yesterday and I'll hang
around him much as I can the next few days. I'll hear about anything going
down, I'm sure."
     "In that line, you'd best not be seen hanging around me." He
said. "I'm glad to have you here, don't get me wrong, but you never know
when someone will spot you as a policeman. This isn't a very big town, you
know."
     "Yeah, I know." I agreed. "I'll...I'll go back to my house until I
know everything is clear. You'll be here today?"
     He looked at me and grinned. "Sure. Until mid-afternoon."
     "Great!" I said. I'll go out the back door and around the back to my
house so they won't see me."
     He grinned and I let my eyes wander down that body. Maybe I didn't
need to visit Lloyd's dad when I wanted sex. I could wait until he got home
nights. Sure I could.
     I would have kissed him or hugged him goodbye but he started another
set of crunches and I just gave up and left. Out his back door meant I
couldn't be seen from Trailer "J' and only a brief glimpse possible as I
ducked behind both the trailers. I got in behind our trailer and looked
in....
     "Good God!" I uttered, thoroughly disgusted at what I saw in there. I
felt like vomiting. Mom looked up and saw me from between Madeline's legs
and she choked and nearly threw Madeline off her body and reached for
me. The window was closed and I didn't hear it. Or maybe I didn't want to
hear her.
     I got around the trailer and up to the front door. God, I was going to
have to stop going around the back, all the bedrooms were visible back
there, with that big window. And the way they were set up, blocked from
view of anyone not walking where I was, and with the heat of summer, they
were all open. It was a path of secrets, and some secrets you don't want to
know.
     I got inside and Mom came out, pulling on a robe, thank God.
     "Corey, Corey!" she said to me.
     I looked at her, utterly disgusted. "Don't say it, Mom. Just don't say
a word." I might have known something was going on, the way Madeline hung
around Mom so much. Or the fights that ended when I came near. God that
was.... "That was why you and Dad got a divorce, wasn't it?"
     "It wasn't all my fault, Corey." Mom babbled. "Don't lay this all on
me. Your Dad was out running around on me. I got tired of the lies, tired
of the fights, tired...tired of men. Madeline has been really good to
me. I....
     I thrust a hand up at her and she cut off the flow. "I don't want to
hear it, Mom, and I don't want to blame you. I won't be here that much
longer, and then you and Madeline can screw on this couch if you want
to. I'll be gone."
     "Corey, darling, don't say that." Mom came near, still going on about
how I was her little baby and she couldn't bear it if I left her and all
that shit, and I hated that, hated the way her arms came around me and she
thrust me into those flabby, sagging boobs of hers. I thought of Gavin's
taut, padded pecs where my cheek had rested a good part of the night, and
the comparison was just...just too vivid. I pushed her away.
     "Mom, I don't care if you're a...a Lesbian." I said. "It doesn't
matter." I started to go ahead and tell her about me, but you know Mom, she
couldn't shut up if her life depended on it.
     "There's more, Corey, there's more." I groaned, closed my eyes, she
was going to tell me all about how much she loved Madeline and I didn't
want to hear it.
     But she didn't. "I'm not the only one here who's...going with their
own sex. Ask your father, Corey, ask him where he went all those nights he
left you and me alone at home. Ask him where he was those nights he didn't
come home. Ask him which bars he went to, Corey. Ask him...."
     "Shit, Mom." I said. "You can't leave anything alone, can you? You had
to tell me that, didn't you? Just had to tell me that!"
     "I can't help it if your father's gay, Corey. These things...these
things happen, that's all. I just felt that if you were going to hate me
for being with Madeline...."
     "I should hate Dad just as much, so you'd stay even." I finished for
her. "God, Mom, I said I didn't care and I don't. But just leave me alone!
Leave me alone!"
     But she kept talking, looking rather demented in her unkempt hair and
that ratty robe, and I got up and got out the door. I didn't know what the
fuck to do next, but I sure wasn't going to stay with her any more. I
couldn't stay with Gavin, he'd made that clear that morning, not until I
finished the job. Even then I wasn't sure just where I stood with him. Did
he like me? Or just tolerate me?
     But where else was there? I already knew Johnny had a house bursting
with younger siblings and a grandfather, not that I liked him that
much. Well...Lloyd wanted me to service his father for him, I could always
stay there.
     Or maybe...there was Trailer "B", the only empty trailer still on the
lot. Maybe I could make a deal with the landlady, do work for them or
something in trade for rent. I looked at my watch, it was nearly noon. The
liquor store would be open and she would be there, I'd ask her about it.
     I did, Old Lady Hockstatler sitting there in her chair, looking like
she'd been sucking on lemons all her life and turned permanently sour. I
hated asking her for favors.
     "I can't give you a job, you have to be twenty-one to work in a liquor
store in this town, and I don't need someone regular to do yardwork. I
might can offer you some work fixing up the trailers, but that's not enough
to pay someone's rent. I could offer you a break on the rent, maybe, if you
do some jobs for me, but you'll have to take the trailer yourself first and
come up with the deposit. And as for Trailer "B", I'm expecting to give the
place to a man coming by any time now with the deposit, I couldn't promise
to hold it for you. Still, people move in and out of these places all the
time, the couple in Trailer "K" are talking about leaving, and I know the
ones in Trailer "A" will be leaving the end of summer. You get a job and
some money and when you're ready, we'll talk."
     "Fine." I said, dejected. I had to have a job, a real job. But I'd
already promised Gavin I'd hang around T-Bone. Like it or not, I was going
to have to go back up and apologize to Mom and stay there with her and
Madeline, who probably wouldn't even keep their act to the bedroom now that
I knew. Gah, the thought of Mom's flabby body hugging that pack-of-bones in
front of me just made me want to puke. I wouldn't have any trouble finding
time to go visit T-Bone...if Lloyd would let me, I'd fucking live at the
place.
     I walked out of the liquor store and goggled at the car pulling
up. "Hey, Dad!" I called out as I saw the familiar figure inside the white
pickup truck.
     Dad got out and waved, "Hello, Son!"
     I was so glad to see him that I ran up and threw my arms around
him. My Dad works a construction site, and he was wearing a large,
shapeless white coverall splattered with various paints. Dad did mostly
painting and plastering and such. His ample head of hair was cramped up
inside a flat-topped white cap and the coveralls gave him a bulky,
misshapen look, only his square, regular face, handsomer than mine will
ever be, showed how much of that bulk was just loose pockets of air.
     "What're you doing here? Is your job over?"
     "No, but I had to take a half day." Dad said.
     "Oh." I was glad. "Come to see me?"
     He smiled, ruffled my hair like I was six years old. "I planned to
come up and say hello, yes." He said. "But I came here because I need a
place to live."
     "Really?" I noticed only then that his pickup (which always loaded
with this-and-that for his job, which was why I hadn't paid any attention
to it before) now held his stuff. "But I thought you had a place." He'd
gotten a converted garage apartment, a nice big place, in town.
     "So did I." Dad grinned. "I got one night in the place, then the
lady's son comes back and wants it, and I'm offered all my money back if I
move real fast. So I packed my stuff up last night, slept in the truck, put
in a half-day's work, and here I am. I'm taking one of the empty trailers
here, I don't know which one."
     "Trailer B'." I affirmed. "God, Dad, you'll be neighbors! That's
great!" More than great, I could move in with Dad and get away from Mom and
Madeline! Or at least be able to stay with him whenever things got hairy,
which appeared was going to be every night.
     "I doubt if Thelma would think so." Dad said. "She moved here to get
rid of me, you know."
     "Yeah, I know." I said. "We just won't tell her you're here yet. She
hardly sticks her nose out of the trailer house, she doesn't have to know
for days and days.
     "Shouldn't you be up there now?" He asked me with one cocked eyebrow.
     "We had a fight and I walked out." I admitted. "She won't expect me
back until sundown."
     "Then how about I buy you some lunch in exchange for help unloading
the truck?" Dad said.
     "Great!" I said. "My first job of the summer!"
     Helping Dad move in was incredible. I think Mom insisted I stay with
her so much because Dad and I got along so well. She couldn't bear the
thought that I loved him more than her. And Dad hadn't wanted a fight, he'd
been real kind to her in the divorce. Of course, now I knew why, if he'd
fought her, she was willing to drag all our dirty laundry out into the
public, Dad wasn't. So moving him wasn't too much trouble. Most of his
furniture was actually mine, Mom had taken everything from their bedroom
and I'd given him my bedroom furniture due to the lack of room like I'd
said before.
     After we unloaded the truck, I said, "Let's get the bed set up and
then we'll go find lunch. It'll be nice to have my old bed around to sleep
in when I need it."
     "Uh...sure, Son." Dad said. "I'll sleep on the living room floor
whenever you want it."
     "Hey, the bed's big enough for two." I said, in a high good
humor. "Not afraid to sleep with your own son, are you?"
     "No, no!" he said.
     I was halfway through fixing up the bed when I realized that he was
afraid of just that.
     "Hey, Dad." I said as he threw up the bedsheet up in the air, letting
it settle down into place.
     "Yes, Son." he said.
     "Mom told me." I said. "About why you two broke up."
     "I see." he said after a pause.
     "No, you don't. I'd just happened to see her and Madeline in bed doing
the nasty and she couldn't bear the thought of losing any points to you
with me, so she came running in to the living room and blurted it all out."
I said.
     "I'm sorry, Son." Dad said.
     "I'll tell you what I told Mom about her and Madeline." I said.
     "What's that?"
     That's what I loved about Dad, he'd listen to me like she never
did. "That I really don't care. It doesn't matter. Really. I don't want to
hear about it."
     "All right." Dad agreed, yawned. "God, I'm worn out." he
stretched. "Sleepy. I need some coffee."
     "Give me the keys to the truck and I'll go get us something to eat." I
said.
     "Make sure they give you a double serving of coffee for me." Dad said
as he gave me the keys and then reached for his wallet. He handed me a
twenty and I took off.
     I was back in fifteen minutes, but it was enough, Dad was stretched
out across the bed, fully clothed, and sound asleep.
     I thought about it and decided to let him sleep if he could. I ate my
own lunch and then went back in to see if he was awake.
     He was sounder asleep than before, he was snoring. I looked at the
covers still in disarray on the floor of the bedroom, and decided I'd cover
him up.
     But it'd be better if I could get those clothes off from him first,
it'd make him more comfortable, besides, those overalls were splattered
with paint; some of it could come off on the covers. I could see one spot
from where he had laid his arm already.
     His shoes and socks were easy because his feet hung off the edge of
the bed, just untie and yank, untie and yank, yank and yank, and those big
feet were bare, the wide toes showing how he'd never stuffed them into
sharp-toed shoes, always wearing the roomy sneakers or workboots in extra,
extra wide. The feet were a web of heavy hair on top, distended veins on
the side, the soles were wide, brownish pads topped by the regular row of
toes on top.
     Then I reached up and caught the zipper, gave it a long, slow tug, the
zipper making a metallic rumble in the quiet air of mid-afternoon. It
stopped at the waist, the zipper coming in two like the two parts of a
coat's zipper, and there a single snap-button held the waistband together,
and a second zipper below that, a regular style fly-zipper. No, it went on
around, and only ended well up the buttocks, further than I could unzip
it. I'd never noticed that about his coveralls, the loose way they bagged
on him, I'd never noticed the hidden zipper there. This long zipper let him
segment apart the coveralls, leave them on him while he did his business. I
hadn't thought about it before, but it made sense, otherwise he'd have to
get naked to use the bathroom.
     He was naked beneath the coveralls. I'd expected shorts, or at least a
pair of briefs or a jockstrap. Nothing at all, his one piece of clothing
other than his socks and shoes, were those coveralls.
     I looked up, his face was in undisturbed repose. A small smile lay on
his face in slumber, the sign of an easy conscience. Dad didn't do anything
wrong, nothing to keep him waking up in the night, tossing and turning and
wondering what to do with his life. I'd always admired how placid his life
was, how unlined his face was even though he was now over forty.
     Admired his body, how strong and well-formed it was. Not the
sculptured body of Gavin by any means, his body was still large and the
body's muscles were visible even in his repose. I tugged the coveralls from
his shoulders, my hands forced to run over those broad, strong shoulders,
and the similarity to those of Gavin's was unmistakeable. God, was that why
Gavin had turned me on so much at first look, that his body reminded me of
my Dad's? Not entirely, Gavin was so much bigger, but these shoulders I now
touched were nothing to be ashamed of by comparison. A different size for a
different reason, that was all. Dad didn't do a zillion crunches on an
exercise mat every morning like Gavin did, his body was muscled because he
used it every day, and his body had to be this size to do the job.
     The coveralls, for all their bulkiness, clung to his shoulders like
glue. I tugged at the sleeves and managed to get them coming down at last,
but I'd been a lot rougher on Dad than I'd intended to be. I was back to
leaning over him, trying to get those seams to let go of his skin, when he
said, "Corey, what are you doing?"
     "Oh. Sorry, Dad. I was just getting your clothes off, I was going to
let you sleep and though you should be covered up." I said.
     "Oh. Well, okay." Dad said. With his help by lifting his body, I soon
had the coverall off from him and Dad lay on my bed in all his nude
splendor.
     I'd seen my Dad's body in parts before, his shirtless body when he did
yard work, his legs bare in shorts, an occasional glimpse of his body while
getting dressed when I'd walk in, like that. But never had I had this good
a look, all of him bare before me at once.
     "Corey, the covers." Dad reminded me.
     "Uh?" I started. "Oh, oh sure." The covers were under my feet, I had
to step back and then stoop over to reach for them. I got them by one edge
and lifted it up and then looked to throw it over Dad.
     Dad was scratching at the base of his penis, just a casual thing to
do, but the sight of his arm, that strong arm reaching for his crotch like
that, was just so damned sexual. And now I knew who his body reminded me
of.
     T-Bones'. The look at his body as he lay back on the bed and let Lloyd
suck on him, that was the body I saw now, on Dad's.
     "Corey?" Dad asked me. But it was a sort of soft note, not a demand at
all, more of a...a question.
     All the emotions I had churning at me, which had sent me to Lloyd's
Dad to ride his cock and then to Gavin's to sleep in his arms, those
emotions came back to me and I felt like crying again. I wanted to hold him
so much now. I felt my knees give way and I knelt by the bed and I threw
myself over Dad's bare body and I hugged him tight. "Oh, God, Dad!" I said
and there was an unshed tear in my voice.
     Dad heard it. He reached up and hugged me back, hard. "Corey, Corey,
what is it?"
     "Oh, God, Dad, I'm just...I'm just...." But what was I? Lonely? Sad?
Miserable? Confused? None of the words fit.
     "What's wrong, Corey? What is it?" Dad said to me, urging me to tell
him what was wrong. But how could I tell him what I didn't know myself?
     I looked up at him, at his face, the face that loved me and his eyes
loved me and his lips loved me and his hands on me, they loved me. I
reached for that face, for those eyes, for those lips, I reached and I
meshed them with my own, I kissed Dad and I kissed him long and softly.
     "Oh, God, Dad, I love you." I sobbed out when I let his lips go at
last and pressed my body against him even tighter, my body slithering up
from the floor like a snake to lie beside him, on top of him, to get closer
to him any way I could. "I love you, Dad."
     "I love you, too, Son." Dad said, not understanding, but giving me
what comfort he could with his arms, with his words. "Son, tell me what's
wrong."
     "I don't know." I snuffled. "I just feel all mixed up inside. It's
like I want and I don't know what I want, but if I don't get it I'll just
burn up inside, I'll explode, I'll die, and I don't know what it is, I
just...don't...know!"
     "It's all right, Son, it's all right." Dad held me. "You're young,
it's all right to be confused when you're young. Your Mom and I got
divorced, your home broke up, and now you're in a strange place and just
finished school so you don't even have that. And you found out about Mom
and me on the same morning, that's got to blow a kid's mind no matter what
his age is. Everything's all new and different on you now and you want the
old things back again."
     God, that was it! Or most of it! "I'm acting like a little kid." I
said, wiping my eyes. I hadn't cried, but they burned like I'd had, I'd
nearly cried and the saltiness was in my eyes, they stung as I rubbed them.
     "I'm sorry, Son." Dad said. "I wanted to wait until you were moved out
and on your own, I tried to make your Mother wait, but she wouldn't. It's
all my fault, mine and your mother's, that you're all mixed up right now."
     "That's all right." I said.
     "Let me make it up to you." Dad said to me. "Let me do something to
help you."
     "Just hold me." I begged him. "Just hold me."
     I reached for a kiss again, and he kissed me back this time, really
kissing me. And again I felt the world settling back down again like it had
last night in Gavin's arms, turning itself into something I could manage,
something I understood. I let my kiss turn from that of a child to that of
a lover.
     I think Dad felt the change, or maybe he was part of the change, maybe
he was getting turned on, nude and being held by me, my body pressing
against his. I don't know whose fault it was, if either of us. I just know
that I went from needing comfort, to needing something more...physical,
more direct. Just that quickly, I turned from a needful child into master
of my own fate, in control of my universe, once again.
     I lifted my lips from his, breaking the contact, and when I pressed my
lips down on his again, I did so hard, roughly, possessively. Dad grunted
in surprise, but his arms locked tight around me and he was kissing me back
just as hard.
     My hand went down and it found Dad's cock and it locked onto it, and
Dad's cock was hard and it was fat and plump and warm in my hand, and
suddenly my clothes, this t-shirt and shorts and sneakers without socks,
were burdens to me.
     I worked the sneakers off where they fell with a plop-plop to the
floor at the foot of the bed. Dad's lips were burning on my neck and his
hands were quick to reach for the base of my t-shirt and tug it upwards,
and just like his coveralls, the t-shirt clung to my body in vehement
rejection of leaving me. But Dad's hands were strong, used to forcing
recalcitrant lumber and metal to do his bidding whether it would or no, the
thin cotton had no chance, it peeled from me like flimsy bubble plastic but
it peeled from me and that was all that mattered. When he pulled the
t-shirt over my head I rose up and sat on his hips while he tugged the
t-shirt from my arms, the sleeves still clinging to me and I crossed my
arms as it slid from my wrists and off from my body, and dumped it into his
face. He tossed it to one side and I rose up onto my knees, and I tugged my
shorts down like that, and once the loose fabric was free from my waist and
hips I lay back down on my Daddy's strong body and my hands and his were
enough to get them off from my body, it was awkward but the awkwardness was
in our positions, not in the cloth.
     Dad shifted and I felt his cock touch mine and I groaned and reached
for his lips once again. God, the power in this man, the man who had given
me birth, it surged like a palpable presence in the room, like the
omnipresent pressure of thunder on your eardrums, only this power fed me
and made me grown and adult and I could leave childhood behind now, not
needing the home I'd grown up in, nor the mom-and-dad combination that had
nurtured me, I was a strength in my own right, I was complete...I was
independent.
     And in that independence my relationship with my dad wasn't something
sordid or evil, it was just two men making love, and there was only this
accident of relationship and it was unimportant. Yet it wasn't, really.
     I know I'm talking a lot about this, but it's important, my life
changed for good in that moment. While I was now grown up, I wasn't totally
free of the need for other people. I didn't have the overwhelming need that
a child has, but the need was still there. You need other people to fill
out your life, make it complete, it's not like the air you breathe, it's
more like the food you eat, too long without it and you waste away. I
needed it right then, and I hungered, and I took what I had...I took my
father.
     So in this need-within-independence I was lying within his embrace,
and his need was there as well, and I felt it burning with him, and knew it
was a fire I could assuage while he quenched my own. "Oh, God, Dad!" I said
again, but now it was not a plea, it was a caress I gave him, an
affirmation of his importance to me. "God, Dad, I'm so glad you're here."
My cock was nestling under his balls now and I gave a hard shove with my
hips to drive it deeper between his legs. "Gah, I'm so turned on!" I gasped
out. "I can't believe I'm doing this!"
     "Me, either!" Dad said. "I'm holding my son in my arms, my own boy,
and he's a man now and I'm loving him."
     "I want you to love me, Dad." I said. "I want you to love me always."
     "Always, Son." Dad agreed.
     And in that moment, I submerged my will into his and when I hugged
him, it was like I wrapped myself around him, just like Lloyd wrapped about
T-Bone, nestling and taking strength. This was what I wanted, this! To be
held by someone who loved me, loved all of me not just what they saw of me.
     Dad's lips were like flower petals that brushed my own lips, leaving a
delicate powder on them, only this powder was insubstantial in form. Where
he kissed me, I came alive!
     I grunted in a rising rut within me, and I ground my hips against him
and he felt the raw sexual energy pouring out of me and he turned it into
his own.
     "Come on, kid." He said, pushing my head down. "Get those lips working
on my body! Come on, lick my tit!" His breast was right at my face now, and
he ground my face into it and I didn't feel demeaned in the least, it felt
great! I caught that nubbin of flesh with my teeth and I gripped it, not
hard but Dad grunted in surprise and I let go and began to suck on it,
hard, like I could drink milk from it, nursing on him. Then I ran my tongue
over it, soothing the ravaged flesh with warm saliva, assuaging it and
cooling it down again. And Dad's cock was a hot poker in my stomach.
     And I moved down and his toes were at my knees and my lips at the top
of his stomach and I kissed and tongued the rippled ridges of muscle there,
letting my tongue roam free like a wild stallion on the rolling plains of
his abs, cresting and running the hills. And then down, more, and now his
toes nuzzled my balls, and I was at the deepening bush of his pubic hair,
and I sent my tongue into it like an intrepid explorer, to dive into that
mysterious forest, never to return again. Then I was running that tongue up
the vertical face of his cock shaft, and then I was on top of it...and then
it was the explorer, a spelunker plunging into the tunnel of my mouth, at
home in the darkness and the warmth there.
     "Guh, Gah!" Dad groaned out. "Yeah, baby, my little baby, suck my
cock. Suck it good, baby! Guh!"
     It was a pleasure, a rapturous joy, to let that prong of his thrill
inside my mouth, to let it delve deep into my throat as far as it would go,
then to rise back up all covered with my saliva so that it was a greased
warrior plunging back into the fray. His cock was a warm, warm sausage of
manhood that left its traces of musky raunch on my lips so that my entire
mouth began to taste just likeit, and then it marked me further by pouring
out a salty ooze of precome that dabbed itself onto the roof of my mouth,
like a marker showing the way through. I caught his cock and sucked it dry
and then reapplied the moisture immediately once again, and now it was a
turgid rod of sheer raw power that surged in my hand, and Dad was groaning
his pleasure as I milked his pud and wrenched the pleasure out of it.
     Dad's hand fished down and he scooted around until he was able to
grasp my pud and I gasped in pleasure as his work-roughed hand clenched it
tight and his horned palms creased themselves to their task, and he pumped
it in time to my own thrusts of his prod in and out of my mouth.
     I was lost to my pleasures and without my own volition, my body
scooted up to let him closer, and then he was moving again and I felt it
then, felt my father's lips like a warm bandage on my soul, as they
engulfed my prick and sent it whirling into the dark balmy tropical night
of his mouth.
     My Dad was sucking my cock! "Oh, God!" I groaned out. "Oh, God!"
     And his hand came down and shoved me back to my task, I'd better obey
him, damn it! His leg came up and caught the back of my head, and like a
forceful hand it clenched down to shove his cock all the way down my throat
and released me to shove me back down again. I was compelled into this
tempo, only by complying with it was I able to return to concentrating on
giving him maximum pleasure, for he chose the speed himself, I could only
choose the pressure of my lips and the moisture that I continued to apply
to him.
     His lips were nursing me hard, and I felt my cock pulsing happily in
time to his ministrations, when he suddenly released me and rose up from
the bed. Got off the bed. I was surprised and I turned onto my back to see
what the problem was.
     No problem, he simply knelt down and pulled me by my legs back off the
bed, and now my buttocks hovered at the end of the bed and he pressed his
damp dong to my anus and he found the hole, and he pressed it in. He was
gentle, but when he found the way unhampered, he rapidly increased his
pressure to shove it on in and soon he was buried in my depths.
     "Got it, Son." He said, looking down into my eyes, a fiery light
burning in his own. "Feel that hard dick in you, boy? I gave you birth with
this dick, and now I'm using it to fuck you. Feel it in you, son, feel it
in you?"
     "Yeah, Dad, yeah!" I groaned. "Oh, God, Dad, fuck me now, fuck me
hard! Please, fuck me hard!"
     "You got it, boy." he growled and with his arms holding my legs to
either side of him, he proceeded to hump my butt just like I'd begged him
to. The powerful joy surged through me and I groaned in ecstasy rather than
pain as he plunged into my buttocks and then pulled it out to quiveringly
press it back in, his cock vibrating to the rough ride he was giving me. It
was like it would pop out any second but that wouldn't stop him, he'd just
plunge it back in again and if it fit fine, if not, he'd force a new hole
and fuck that instead.
     I just threw my head back and groaned. "God, yeah, Dad, yeah!" I
groaned. "Yeah, fuck me, Dad, fuck me!
     "Yeah, boy, good ass. Nice, tight, sweet, young ass!" He
grunted. "Going to fuck you but good, boy! Nice tight boy pussy!"
     "Yeah, Dad, gah, shove it in me harder, harder! Shit, you can fuck me
harder than that, fuck me hard!"
     I pulled him down onto me and I helped him to fuck me hard and fast, I
was driving my Daddy on faster than even he'd intended, I was making him
service me but good, I was riding my Daddy's dick and I was going to make
him come like Mom never had made him come, God, yes, yes!
     "Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I gasped out. "Guh, uh, GAH!" And I was
spraying my jizz all over myself while Dad watched me, watching me, his
son, come from the feel of his cock in my ass, and he held still until I
was done and when I lay gasping and spent, he began to fuck me again, and
now his face was flushed bright red and he was intent on his own pleasure
now, I was his fuck-tool and he'd get off now, damn it, now! "Now, Dad,
now!" I urged him. "Shoot it in me, shoot it now!"
     "Uh, huh, huh, HUH-GUUHHH!" Dad's teeth were clenched tight and he
fucked me with a total abandon, shoving his cock in any way he could
without finesse or regard for me, just getting it off, getting it off, and
his salty jism pumped into me until it was a soggy, sucking mess in there,
his cock caught with all the sperm that clung to its sides until every
withdrawal threatened to turn my bowels inside out from the suction.
     And Dad was done and he fell on top of me, a heavy mass, but it was my
Daddy again, and I held him tight all sweaty and panting like he was, and I
kissed his gasping lips and felt his heaving breast pressing against my
own, and it was like I was gasping with him, we were a part of each other
now, and this was the closeness I'd sought in my initial fervid touches of
my Daddy, I'd wanted him like this, now, the lover's body upon me and next
to me, and within me, his body's juices covering him and me and mixing with
my own until we were more than blood brothers, we shared a bond that could
not be broken because it was the bond of a shared memory, a conjoined
desire, and until that memory was corrupted it would not break the bond no
matter what happened.
     I stroked his head, pressing his sweat-matted hair back from his face
where it threatened to muffle him. Dad wore his hair awfully long, longer
than I did, even. But I got it slicked back and I said, "Thanks, Dad."
     "No, thank you, Son." he said.
     "I'll let you get back to sleep now." I said. "Unless you want your
hamburger and fries now. And that double-coffee, they had to put it into a
soft-drink container. I hope the paper holds together for you."
     "Thanks, Son." Dad said. "I could go for that."
     I heard T-Bone's motorcycle and I said, "And I got something I have to
do. But I'll come back tonight, okay?"
     "Sure, Son." Dad said as we got up and got dressed. I left him in the
living room, perched on a suitcase, eating his cold lunch.
     T-Bone hadn't been working on the motorcycle, he was about to go
somewhere. "Hey, Corey!" He said when he saw me.
     "Hi, T-Bone." I said.
     "I was wondering where you were." T-Bone said, killing the
engine. "Johnny tells me you're willing to earn a little money."
     "You bet." I said, maybe a little too eagerly, but T-Bone didn't
notice it.
     "Good." He said. "I need another hand. I got a big job coming up
tonight. It's not strictly legal, you understand."
     "I know." I said. "I'd heard that about you, I hope you don't mind."
     "No." T-Bone said. "But you know what I'm asking of you?"
     "I know." I said.
     "Then get on." T-Bone said. "I'll show you the place and we'll hit it
tonight."
     "Okay." I said. I got on and was borne in a thundering roar off into
the town.
     My job for the police wasn't going to take me long at all.

                        END OF CHAPTER SIX
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