Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 11:12:30 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 5

I drove to Dad's station. When I pulled up I saw Dad in one of the garage
bays pulling stuff out of boxes. He was in his cutoffs and work boots.
Nothing else.

I parked the car and got out. The pavement was hot against my bare feet. I
grabbed my shoes out of the car and put them on then I walked up to the bay
he was in. He was squatting down in front of the box with his legs spread a
bit. The shorts were so short that some of his balls and some hair was
sticking out. The tightness also showed off his box really well. The shorts
were well worn right at the crotch and looked amazing on him.

He was watching me as I walked in with a funny look on his face and he had
stopped what he was doing. I was wondering what he was thinking then he
said, "Bobby, what's that running down your leg?"
Oh shit, I forgot about Tom's cum running down my leg before I left.

Part 5:

"It could be anything Dad. I was in every nook and crany in that trailer
park today. I'll run up to the house and grab a shower and then make
sandwiches, sound good?" I acted like nothing was up, I hope!

"Sure Bobby, I'll finish up here son and be up in a few minutes. Don't use
all the hot water!"

"Is there hot water?" I asked in disbelief.

"Not at all, It was a joke son. Gas company won't be out till tomorrow.
Should be nice and cold for you!"

"Great" I got in my Pinto and headed up to the house. A cold shower was in
order after the events of the day.

I pulled up to the house, ran in, and jumped in the shower. It was going to
be fast. I hate cold showers.

After I got out I put back on my shorts and headed to the kitchen. We had
plenty of cold cuts and cheese. A little lettuce and a slice of tomato or
two on a roll and I was done. Just as I got everything on a plate Dad
walked in the door.

"Looks good son" Dad said as he looked at me still weird.

"Thanks, dig in" I went for the first bite. Dad followed.

We chatted a bit about the mess at the trailer park and then about Dad's
plans for the garage. Nothing about the cum running down my leg was brought
up again. But I could tell Dad was thinking about it.

I soon went back to work, after an uncomfortable lunch with Dad, and made
more piles. I thought I made progress but who knows. I did the best that I
could.

The next day I was back at it at 9 am. Sam came in at around 11 and brought
a window air conditioner with him. We had it installed by noon and he was
gone. I went home for lunch again and had some more sandwiches with Dad.

He was still acting weird though. I was back at work by 1:30. The air
conditioning improved my motivation although I still took off my shirt and
shoes. I loved being almost naked at work. But the motivation did work. I
had every piece of paper in that office ready to be thrown out, filed or
burned. It was all up to Sam now.

At 4 pm I locked the office door and took a deep breath. Tom's trailer was
right across the road. I threw my shirt in the Pinto and put my shoes on.
The gravel was a bit hard on my feet.

It was hard to tell if he was home but I walked over anyway. The trailer
was old and run down. But half the trailers in the park were. When I got to
the door I hesitated and just before I knocked the door opened.

Tom had on a jock strap. That's all, a jock strap. "I knew you'd come" was
all he said.

I walked in. The place was a typical "straight guy" living alone set up.
Old furniture and kinda sloppy.

The next thing I knew Tom spun me around and his lips were on mine. "Fuck,
you are one hot boy" he said.

My shorts were off before I even knew what was happening. I toed off my
shoes and then stepped out of my shorts.  He still had on his jock. The
heat in the trailer was over whelming. All the windows were open. Obviously
he didn't have air conditioning or he wasn't using it.

His scent was over whelming as well. It was turning me on to no end. Soon I
knew which way this was going and it was his cock in my ass.

As I worshipped his body I slid down his jock. He stepped out of it. He was
as hard as a rock.

Off to the side he had a container of vasaline. He took two fingers full of
it, bent me over the couch and stuck those fingers up my ass. He moved in
back and forth, he knew I was ready, and said so.

I felt his cock at my hole, I could think of nothing else. He was lined up.
His hands were on my hips. He pulled back. The intrusion began.

I was moaning. It didn't hurt at all this time. I just felt full. The more
he pushed in the more I moaned. He was all the way in now. I felt his pubes
on my cheeks. It was what I wanted, what I was supposed to be, A cock in my
ass. Filling me up.

He started to pull out. I was terrified he would take it out.Then he slowly
shoved it in. Repeating the process, making me moan, making me feel
complete.

And moaning I was. Like a whore. But the thoughts of my father filled my
head. Thinking what if this could happen with him. My lust filled my head.
Made me take Tom's cock deeper. I heard Tom react to the change. He knew I
was enjoying this considerably but didn't know the real reason. Didn't know
what he was preparing me for. Well I hoped for what he was preparing me for.

But it was soon over. I felt him expand. His moans changed to grunts. My
own cock was reacting. Finally he slammed into me and let out a yell. At
that point I came as well. All over his stained couch.

Again, we collapsed in a sweaty pile on the couch. I turned to face him. We
kissed. Made out really. Sloppy wet kissing with tongues battling for room
in each other's mouths. Tom's fingers playing with my sloppy well fucked
hole.

"Shit boy. I don't know if I can give this up now that I've had it." Tom
said.

"I'm sure you have a line of men that want your talents Tom" I smiled.

"Shit man, around here its mostly men twenty years older than both of us if
not more. This is a small town. And the only men that like to do what we've
been doing are doing it in secret. So am I to an extent. It's the only way
I'll be able to get work."

"What type of construction do you do anyway?" I asked.

"Well, actually, construction was the last job I had. Framing. But I'm kind
of a jack of all trades. My old man brought me up that way. He always
thought it's better to know a little about everything instead of a lot
about one thing. His main job was turning wrenches. A mechanic."

I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked at him, "You're kidding?"

"No, why?" He looked at me weird.

"Did you ever work with him?"

"Work with him? Like I had a choice. I think I was under a car at the age
of five. My old man and I were close. I never left his side if I didn't
have to. From the time I crawled till the day he died he was my best
friend." Tom got a far away look in his eye.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry. When did he die?" I felt really bad. I would die if
anything happened to my Dad.

Tom looked like he wasn't sure if he really wanted to talk about it but he
went on anyway, "I was 17. It was an accident. He would ride a Harley now
and then. Took me with him sometimes when I was younger. But it had just
rained. The roads were wet. You know..."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry Tom." I brought him in for a hug. But I was
thinking. He's unemployed. Dad needs help getting the garage together. I
wonder.

I looked at the time. Close to five. "Tom, I got to get. My Dad is going to
be wondering what happened to me. I told him I'd probably be home by five."

"I understand. Who is your Dad anyway? First time you mentioned him. He
must live around here. Are you visiting or something?" he seemed to be
really interested.

"Oh...um. Hank. Hank Greer." I simply said.

"Oh man. You mean the dude that is in the old Greer house on Hwy 321?" he
asked.

"um...yeah, you know him?" I was worried to hear the answer.

"No. I wish I did. That dude is a fucking wet dream man. Scary looking
though. Rumor is that he just got out of prison. Is it true?"

"Yeah, it's true. But he didn't kill anyone or anything. He was in there
for possession. He had a little bit of a drug habit a few years ago. But he
wouldn't hurt anyone. I don't think anyway."  I was gathering up my shorts
and shoes to leave. I was hoping I didn't say too much about my Dad. It
really is none of Tom's business. I just met him after all.

"That's cool. I didn't mean it like that. He just looks kind of
intimidating is all. Sorry." he seemed sincere.

"No problem." I had my shorts on and was getting my shoes on.

"Is he going to open that gas station back up?" Tom asked.

"He's thinking about it. Not as a gas station though. Just as a garage."
There goes my big mouth again. "Listen I better go man. Thanks for...er...."

"Yeah man. I get it. Don't worry. You didn't tell me too much. I kind of
already knew most of it. You just confirmed it. I'm not going to tell
people. They would want to know how I knew anyway. And you are a secret I
want to keep." he came up and hugged me goodbye and kissed me real quick.

"Ok, thanks man. See you." and with that I was out the door and headed to
my car. Dad would be wondering where I was if I wasn't home soon.

Just as I was getting into my Pinto I heard something like a car. I looked
up and I caught the back end of a black pickup leaving the grounds of the
trailer park. Was that? Nah, couldn't have been. I'm letting my imagination
get the best of me. Dad wouldn't check up on me like that. Not unless I was
real late. And I'm not even late.

I got into my car and felt my legs. I wanted to make sure there was no
mistakes like yesterday. All was good. But my ass was full of cum. Tom's
hot cum. I was starting to get hard again.

Part 6 on its way!!

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