Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2014 05:18:58 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 3

I got in the passenger side after throwing some stuff in the back seat. As
I was doing so I saw Dad get into the drivers seat. He was dressed to like
me except without a tee shirt. His shorts were a bit tighter and shorter
than mine as well. Since his shorts were so tight his box was well defined.
You could see the head of his cock. His shorts seemed damp with sweat too.
By the time I sat in the seat I realised I was getting a bit hard. Careful
Bobby, careful!!

Part 3:

We got up to the house and it was in pretty bad shape. Half the windows
were still boarded up and the porch needed some boards replaced and the
whole place definetly needed to be painted. The property was all over grown
and it barely looked like anything had been done in years.

I guess Dad saw the look on my face. "The estate paid the bills all this
time Bobby but no one has been out here since I went in. The phone was paid
for but there was no electricity, water or gas on for years. I got the
electricity and water turned on yesterday but the gas company said they
would be out to check the lines Monday before they turned it back on. So no
hot water. But all the furniture is still in there under an inch of dust."
I also saw Grandpa's old Chevy truck was still parked in the garage like I
remembered it being there when I was a kid and Dad brought me here to check
on the place.

"No ones lived here in about 13 years son so its going to take some work to
get it completely liveable. If you can't take it I'll understand." Dad said
as he parked the car and was getting out.

I got out right behind him. "Dad this is a great old house. I think we
could do wonders with it. Grand pa always took such good care of it that's
why its lasted like it did. It just needs some TLC...well ok...a lot of
TLC" I laughed.

When we got into the house it was just as I remembered it. I don't think
anything has changed since Dad's parents died. The living room was dusty
and full of cobwebs. It would take a lot of cleaning itself. We walked into
the kitchen which was surprisingly clean. "Want a beer Bobby? A little
celebration of us being back together. You're eighteen and you're not going
anywhere so what you say?" Dad opened the old refridgerator and I was
surprised to see it was full of food and beer. Once again Dad saw the look
on my face and said, "Mr. Jenkins, Mom and Dad's lawyer, well I guess mine
too, took me to the store yesterday. The old Chevy needs a lot of work
before I can get it going again but I think I'm going to get a new truck
anyway as soon as I get settled."

"So Dad, I guess I hate to ask, but how are you going to do all this
without a job. Mom got the house, the car, the bank accounts. I don't mean
to be nosey but did you take a mortgage out on this place or something?"

Dad looked at me with some amusement and answered, "Your Mom got our joint
bank accounts. I had an account with Mr. Jenkins from my parents estate.
Your Mother was not entitled to any of it if she filed for divorce, which
she did, per the stipulation of the will my parents left. She knew that but
the way we used to live, well I think she had some things of her own to
work out, she decided to move on. No hard feelings. But anyway, there is
plenty of money Bobby if that's what your worried about. Enough to live on
for a long time but I have to do something so I'm gonna sharpen my wrench."
the he laughed and took a pull on his long neck. "Have a beer son and
relax. I'm just so happy you're here, I was afraid of being lonely." Dad
grabbed me under his arm and gave me another hug. I didn't remember him
being that physical with me before.

"So you talking about the parties Dad?" I took a drink on my beer after I
asked. Was kinda nerveous about his answer.

"Well yes son. I guess I mean the parties. But you were too young to know
about what went on."

"Well, I wasn't that young Dad. I remember you sent me to bed before the
parties really got going. By the time I was fifteen I would sneak out to
the backyard at around midnight and look through the windows." I said in
almost a wisper.

"Why you little son of a gun. What did you see? You just look through the
family room's window?" he asked with some concern in his voice. He looks a
bit guilty. Do I tell him the truth or play innocent. I thought the truth
would be better. "I saw pretty much everything...sometimes staying out
there till everyone left in the morning and Mom went upstairs to your
bedroom."

Dad's eyes were wide open with surprise and then he got up and went to the
refrigerator to get another beer. He was sweating some more too, not that
it was cool in the old house by any means, even with the windows open it
was really hot.

"So you saw in the bedroom when I was in there or when your Mom was in
there or both or what?" He looked unsure of this conversation.

"Well both Dad but mostly you. Mom wasn't into it like you were. She seemed
to be only into the guy she married during those parties. You were into
everyone." I laughed a bit but sheepishly.

"Well yea son, well about that, I...well.." He tried to explain.

"I get it Dad. Your sort of a free spirit, into both women and men,
whatever comes along. It's cool" I tried to save him.

"You're ok with that son. I mean no one wants his Father to be like that.
And then get sent to prison for possesion. I really screwed things up." He
sounded kind of sad.

"Not with me Dad. Maybe with Mom and the railroad. But never with me." I
looked him in the eyes when I said it. I meant it. I loved him more than
anyone else on the planet. I needed him also to know that I was ok with him
so he would be ok with me. "Besides you gave a good performance, it was
sort of educating." I laughed.

With that Dad looked up and smiled. "You're old man did know how to have
fun. Educating huh? No wonder I never had to give you the birds and the
bees talk. You got a full lesson by accident. But the bit with the other
men didn't bother you son?"

"Not at all Dad. I understand." I looked him in the eye again. He looked at
me in disbelief. Then he got up and got his third beer...still kind of
nerveous.

"Well son, I don't want to shock you or anything, but I always leaned more
towards men, um, sexually. I guess i aught to be straight with you about it
since you'll be living here. Being in prison with all those guys, well,
that just cemented the fact that I like the company of men better. And
since I may have some buds visiting over the summer I wanted to tell you
and be honest. I'm probably pretty much gay son." He looked up at me
waiting for a reaction.

My stud father, rough and rugged now, a wet dream, is telling his son, who
pretty much knows he's gay, that he is gay. But I need to hold off on
telling him, I need to be sure he'll be as ok with me as I am with him. "I
don't care what you are Dad. You're my Dad and I love you and I want to
spend as much time with you as I can."

"That's great son. That's great. I was really worried you'd find out and
head tail it home and never see me again." he looked releaved.

"Not going to happen Dad. But what about prison made you decide what you
are?" His eyes went wide again.

"Well son. I don't know if I should really get into that."

"Dad, I saw you stick your cock in another man's ass while you were making
out with a woman. I don't think you could shock me too much."

"Son! Well, I guess you got me there. It was some good parties. But, ok,
well, when I first got to prison I was teamed up with some old guy. So it
was pretty boring. Well he got released about six months later. I missed
him a bit. We were pretty good friends by the time he left. Well within a
week I got a new cell mate. He was young. Real young. Just turned nineteen.
He was in for possession too. He was caught right after he bought it from
his dealer. The dealer was being watched. Anyway. His name is Neal. He was
a football player in high school. Quarterback. Tight little body. Only
about 5' 10". Well we got along but I made the rules. I was bigger and
stronger. He looked up to me. Well, I protected him too, and he took care
of me. If you know what I mean. Well we became kinda lovers. We slept in
the same bunk. You know."
I knew what he meant and I was hard as a rock. I couldn't stand up right
now if I tried. I had to hear more of the story. But I think Dad will need
some more beers to tell details.

But Dad stayed away from too many details. Instead we talked about his
plans for the gas station. Well sans the gas. He was just going to make a
garage out of it and take care of the locals. By 5pm we had moved out to
the front porch. Out back there was no porch or deck or nothing, just a
stoop. But on the front porch there were a couple of old "web" lawn chairs
that were comfortable enough. It was great just to visit with Dad and get
to know him again.

Of course the view was pretty good too. He had long tossed off his tennis
shoes and his big feet were constantly moving around. The cut offs he had
on were barely containing his package. I swear I saw a ball once or twice
while he moved around. He also like to have one hand behind his head while
the other one held his beer. I guess he was airing out his pits but it gave
me a new fetish I didn't know I had. I just wanted to dive into those pits
and smell them, maybe lick them too, because I already knew I liked the
male odor.

Once he got up to piss off the porch and when he came back to sit down he
left the top two buttons of his cutoffs open. It was almost all I could
take. "Son, I got a frozen pizza in the fridge. Would that be enough for
tonight. With this heat I'm not up to really fixin' too much", Dad brought
me out of my trance.

"That's fine Dad. I know what you mean. Between the heat and the beer I'll
be ready for bed in no time.", then the thought crossed my mind and I
asked, "Where am I sleeping by the way?"

Dad laughed, "Well Bobby you got a choice...the master bedroom is clean and
the bed is a bit lumpy but still comfortable. However, the guest bedrooms
are a mess. And then there is the couch. So you can bunk with me or we need
to dust off the couch."

I laughed, a bit nerveously, but it was cool, "Well that's easy, do you
snore?" I laughed again.

"Well there is one thing I don't know son, I can never hear myself snore"
he said as he got up, "I'm going to throw that frozen pizza in the oven.
Stay comfortable. This is the most comfortable room in the house, I need to
get a room air conditioner for the bedroom." and with that he went inside.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. We ate and drank on the front porch
and then decided to call it a night around 10 pm. "Let's get some sleep
Bobby and then tomorrow we can go shopping. Maybe the first thing is a
truck. I'm not going to be able to bring much home in that Pinto." I
followed him in and he locked the door behind us.

I got my toothbrush out and headed for the bathroom...which was old but
useable...and realized I was going to miss hot water. Dad was already in
the bedroom with the bedside lamps on.

I walked into the bedroom and the first thing I noticed was Dad's cutoffs
on the floor by the side of the bed he was on. I know, from seeing his
buttons open earlier, that he was not wearing underwear. Neither was I for
that matter. So that meant my stud of a Dad was laying in bed naked.

"I guess we should talk about something else son" Dad said when he noticed
my glancing at his shorts, "I'm pretty casual, but if anything ever bothers
you, you need to let me know. I'm a bit of a pig, not real big on cleaning
or dressing" he laughed, "but I don't want you to be uncomfortable so lets
keep the communication open. I'm flexible. But sleeping in this heat the
only thing I want on me is a thin sheet. You ok with that?"

"Sure Dad. I've been sleeping naked since those parties. I jacked off in
the backyard and went to bed naked afterwards." Oh those beers seem to hide
some inhibitions, but I hope that's all that will slip out of my mouth.

"Good son. I hate cloths. All I wore inside was the coveralls they gave us,
nothing else. I like freeballing and I used to wear the coveralls off my
shoulders. Love showing off." Dad laughed as he laid his head on the
pillow. "Good night son, I'm happy your here, love you" and he started
snoring a few minutes later.

I undressed and climbed into bed. Before I knew it it was morning. I lifted
my head, it hurt, and my mouth was dry. I heard Dad in the bathroom pissing
in the toliet. I put my head back down as he walked in. "Hurting son?" He
smiled.

"A little bit Dad, not bad." I noticed he was still naked. The man was hot.
That's when I also notice I had morning wood. "Well good son. Let's go into
town and get breakfast and then go to the Chevy dealer. I have my eye on a
truck and wouldn't mind getting it today." Dad grabbed his shorts off the
floor and headed to the kitchen.

I got up and grabbed my shorts and headed to the bathroom. I thought about
a shower and then thought of the cold water. Thought against it. I just
brushed my teeth and headed towards the kitchen.

Dad was getting some coffee together in just his cutoffs. He hadn't even
bother closing the buttons yet..his cock was half out. "We'll have a cup of
coffee then head out ok son?"

"Sure Dad."

We had our coffee and each grabbed a tee shirt and our tennis shoes. Dad
asked me to drive and we ended up at a Dennys. Had breakfast and talked a
bit more. Then we headed for the Chevy Dealership.

I guess Dad had already talked to someone. It was on the phone and you
could tell the guy wasn't impressed. He took one look at us in our crappy
cloths and I'm sure we stunk and he dismissed any sale today. But Dad had
eyed a truck and he intended to buy it. 1979 3/4 ton regular cab 4x4 brand
new. It was Black and real shiny. The salesperson asked why he was
interested in a 4x4 since they didn't sell many in this part of Texas but
Dad said that he just wanted one.

The salesman seemed to be bored but went along with Dad since it was slow.
Dad said he was willing to pay the sticker if the man acted like he was
interested. The man's face blinked into surprise and he asked Dad how he
was planning to pay for it. Dad pulled out his check book wrote a check for
500.00 dollars over the sticker price and handed it to the salesman. "You
have your manager call the bank then write it up. I'll be waiting here with
my boy, but not for too long, and I expect this truck to be even shinier
than it is now." The salesman looked at the check and then at my Dad again
and turned to head to the Manager's office.

It took exactly five minutes before a lot man came and got the truck. Dad
turned and asked the man what he was doing. "I'm going to get it ready for
delivery sir. Some guy just bought it." and he hoped in the truck and took
off.

Just then the salesman came back with a whole new attitude. Shock my Dad's
hand and asked if Dad would come in and sign some papers.

With in the hour the truck was Dad's and I was following him to the
appliance store. We went in and Dad knew the owner from High School. "Sam!
How you doing bud." Dad said as he approached a man about his age but no
where built as Dad.

"Great Hank! God how long has it been? You look healthy!" Sam said. Kind of
a geek really. Bad suit from Sears I'm guessing.

"I see you took the shop over from the old man eh? How is he anyway." Dad
asked.

"Well he died last year actually" Sam said with a sad voice.

"I'm sorry man. Didn't know. So the shop is yours then eh?"

"Yea as well as the trailer park on the east side of town. It pretty much
runs itself but I'm always looking for help on the grounds. Is this your
boy?"

"Hell I'm sorry, sure is, Bobby this is Sam. We hung out a bit in High
School. Sam, Bobby." Dad was grinning obviously proud to have a son to
introduce.

"Well good to meet you Bobby. You here for the summer?"

"Yes sir. Here to help Dad out."

"Well if you need to earn some more money I could use a strong young guy at
the park. If your Dad can let you loose that is?"

"Sure Sam. I think we would probably drive each other nuts under each other
feet all the time. If he wants to that would be great." Dad said.

"What's it involve sir?" I asked.

"Not much really son. Just need someone out there twice a week to collect
payments at the office and to check on the property. Maybe a little grass
cutting and stuff, whatcha say?" Sam had the same smile the salesman at the
Chevy dealership had.

"Sure, when do I start?"

"Tomorrow if your Dad can spare you."

"You bet" said Dad. So that was that. A part time job and a new life.
"Meanwhile Sam. I need three air conditioners. One for the main part of the
house and two for bedrooms."

"Got just what you need right over here." We bought the air conditioners
and then headed home. I had the directions to the trailer park on my
passenger seat all ready to start the next day. He said I was dressed fine
as it was a pretty casual park. I was to be there at 8 am.

When we got to the house we were barely in the door when the phone started
ringing. Dad answered it and went on to say.."He's fine Janice. Here I'll
let you talk to him." Dad handed me the phone and I spoke into it, " Hi
Mom!"

"Hi Mom? That's it, Hi Mom? What do you think you're doing there." She was
very confrontational.

"Well Mom. I'm visiting Dad. And I got a part time job while I'm here. I
think I'm staying for the summer. And before you ask, no, school is not
part of the plan right now. I don't know what I want to do and I can't
answer you on that."

Mom was livid. She made all sorts of threats but we all knew they were
empty since I was eighteen. We ended the call less emotional but still on
uneasy terms. She wanted me to come home and I wanted to stay. As soon as I
got off the phone Dad came up to me and asked if I was alright. I got up
and gave him a hug and he hugged me back. "I'm not going anywhere Dad." He
held me tighter.

The next morning I woke up with Dad at about 6:30. We had a bit of
breakfast and chatted a while. We had both thrown on our cut offs when we
got out of bed and that was it. I was due at the trailer park at 8 am and
thought I had better be early the first day to make sure I found it ok. It
was somewhere off Cherry Creek Road. I sort of knew where that was but to
be safe I would leave at 7:30.

It was closer and easier to find than I thought. I was there at 7:50 and
found the office right away. Sam was already there. I had worn my cut offs,
tank top and tennis shoes with no socks. Sam said I was dressed fine the
day before so I didn't see a problem with it.

I parked and went to the office and found Sam sitting at a desk that was
quite messy. In fact the whole office was messy. "Bobby, you're early!
That's great. How you doing."

"Fine sir, thanks. No one else works in the office?" I asked as I looked
around the dusty and messy room.

Sam laughed and looked around. "Yea, it isn't much is it. I have had a few
part timers around here and there but thought I could do it myself without
the extra expense. But I was wrong as you can see. It gets out of hand
without someone here more than the once a week that I'm able to get here.
So that's why I need someone to look after things. And maybe help clean
up?" He asked with an apologetic face.

"You bet sir. It's kinda hot in here though." I was starting to sweat.

"Yea, sorry about that too. The unit for this building went out a few years
ago and I never replaced it. I can bring over a window unit from the store
though. I'll do that next time I'm out. Sound good?"

"Yea, that's fine. No biggie really. So what do you want me to do?"

We went over a list of chores and what I would do twice a week and also on
the 1st of the month. The tenants would drop off requests in the mail box
and I was to follow up on those too. But he said there was very few of
those. The park basically ran itself except for minor maintance.

After a couple hours he said he was going to go to the store as he was
behind there. He gave me keys to the office and to the shed where the
garden tools were kept and to the pool equipment room. There was also a
small laundry room that needed to be cleaned once a week but Sam confessed
he hadn't been there but to empty out the money from the machines in
months.

He told me to work as many hours as I could for the first couple of weeks
to get the place up to par and then cut it to two days a week and the 1st
of the month. We would play it by ear from there. The pool was maintained
by a service so I didn't have to worry about that. "Today", he said, "learn
the layout of the place and see what there is to do. Here is my number at
home and at the store. Call anytime. It's a pretty casual place, mostly
blue collar types. So you're dressed just fine. No expectations. If you
want to work outside without a shirt go ahead. Half the guys around here
don't wear shirts anyway. And you can keep a suit here for the pool if you
feel the need to jump in. I have no problem with that. You have any
questions before I get going Bobby?"

"If I do sir I'll call you but I can't think of any right now. I'll go
check the place out and then see what I can do about this office."

"That would be appreciated son, Lord knows it would be nice to try to find
stuff in here sometimes." and with that he said his good byes and was out
the door.

I locked the door and went around the park on foot. It was medium size and
the homes were kept up for the most part. There was a small grassy area by
the pool with a picnic table and gas bbq. Nothing special. The pool was
medium size as well and looked pretty nice but dated.

As I walked around I noticed it was pretty dead. A lot of tenants must
work. I checked out the shed, it was a mess too, equipment thrown all over
the place. This would probably be my next stop after the office was dealt
with.

I was getting hot. I stopped at the soda machine by the pool and got a soda
and headed back to the office. I unlocked the door and opened a couple of
window and started to size up the situation. There were two desks, both
piled with papers, and three file cabinets. I figured before I cleaned the
place it would be best to get rid of the piles first.

It took over an hour to get one desk sorted and put in proper piles. One to
be filed, one to be shown to Sam to see what to do with and one that would
most likely be thrown out but I would show that to Sam too before I did.

I had removed my shirt and my shoes as I worked as it was getting hotter
and hotter in the office. Even my tight cutoffs were damp with sweat. I was
beginning to reek a bit too. The musky smell of myself would have turned me
on if I had thought about it but I kept plugging away at the task I had.

About 11 am the door to the office opened and I looked up with a bit of a
jolt. A guy about 25 to 27 was standing there looking at me puzzled. He was
muscular with dark hair down past his ears, a beard and hair on his chest.
He only had on cut off military pants and flip flops.

"Sorry, I thought Sam might be here. You his son or something?" The guy
asked.

I was pretty taken with the guy and took a moment to find some way to push
words out of my mouth, "er....no, I'm..I'm Bobby. Sam hired me part time to
help with some stuff around here. Are you a tenant?" The guy was pretty hot
and he smiled and took his hand and swept back his hair. His bicep was nice
and his pit was dark and damp. I found myself getting a bit weak knee'd and
thought I might feel some blood going to my cock.

"yea I am, names Tom, Tom Harris. I'm right across the way in number 23. I
saw the windows and the door open from my place and thought I'd see if Sam
was here. He's not here much." he said as he came more into the office.

It was hot before he got there now it was just overwhelming. I was sweating
like crazy and nerveous because I knew I was checking this guy out and he
might have seen me.

"Nice to meet you Tom. Is there anything you needed Sam for and could I
help?" As I said that Tom put both his hands through his hair again and
streched up as high as he could. This made his shorts lower a bit and I
could swear I saw the top of his pubic hair.

Tom caught the direction of my eyes and smirked. "Maybe there is something
you could do for me...I really just wanted to say hi to Sam but I'm kinda
glad he's not here."

"Oh?" I was really nerveous now, "why is that."

Tom closed the door and shut the blinds that were on it. Then he hit the
lock. "Well I wasn't expecting anyone like you" he said, "I get kinda bored
here, see I'm laid off, I work construction. Have ever since I got out of
the Army in '74. I live alone too. Anyway. You look like you'd be more fun
than Sam."

More fun than Sam? What was he saying? "What do you mean Tom?"

Tom smiled again and rubbed his chest with one hand. "Well, see, Sam may
not have told you about our arrangement. But I have nothing to hide. Sam
does, he's married, but I'm single."

"Arrangement?" My nerves were easing as I was becoming intrigued, "What
arrangement?"

A little laugh came from Tom as he moved closer. I could feel the heat from
his body as he approached. "I can't always pay rent on my space and Sam
likes to get fucked. So it works out for us both. Understand?"

Sam likes to get fucked? He's married....to a woman...? "But, so.....um..."

"It's ok Bobby, spit it out, what do you want to ask?" He said as his hand
that was rubbing his chest went down to the top of his shorts. Sweat had
made the top of his shorts wet. I could also see that he was beginning to
get hard. I was already there myself. "ask anything you want buddy. See,
you're a hell of a lot hotter than Sam. Wouldn't mind having our own
arrangement. Sam wouldn't have to know. Hell this place is such a mess
because when he's here I'm fucking him. He doesn't have time to do much
else."

The heat in the room was taking away the air. I was trembling a bit. My
shorts were even tighter with my hard on.

All of a sudden Tom opened the top of his shorts. He stepped out of his
flip flops and let his shorts fall. No one could see from the outside. The
widows on the sides were covered by bushes and fences and the front only
had the door. No one else knew I was there except Sam and my Dad.

I looked at Tom. He was smiling and naked. His cock was at full attention
now.The musk from his body was turning me on like nothing else. He put his
hands back on his head and said, "Go ahead kid. See anything you want?" I
slowly walked forward. I reached out and touched his chest. "That's it
Bobby, I knew the moment I saw you you were one of us. Touch me where ever
you want"

I took both hands and ran them down his torso. He was tight and sweaty.
Tanned from the sun. Then I ran them back up. I touched his pits, then his
arms. I couldn't take it anymore. I dove into his right pit with my mouth.
I licked and sucked and licked some more. It was fucking awesome. I loved
the taste of myself but this was so much better.

Tom moaned and then said, "We have a piggy here. I like that. Sam is so
boring. But you and I could have some fun." As I cleaned his pit he reached
for my buttons on my shorts with his other hand and pulled them open. My
shorts fell and my cock jumped out. "Nice" he said as he grabbed it. Then
he said, "suck my cock a little for me baby. Get me nice and wet."

I fell to my knees. His cock was big. Not porn star big. But nicely big.
Probably 7 1/2 inches if I were to guess and thick. I put as much of it
into my mouth as I could. My spit was drooling down the sides. "Thats right
Bobby. Get it nice and wet because your new best friend Tom is going to
fuck you next." My eyes shot open. I couldn't get this up my ass. There was
no way. I've never been fucked."

Part 4 on its way!!

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