Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2014 07:32:56 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Wildcat, Part 4 gay/incest

"Ryan, you ready to go bud?" Dad asked.

It had been a week now since I first saw him at the door of my house. I say
first saw him because the Dad in the faded photograph at my parents wedding
and the Dad from my faded memories was not the Dad that appeared the night
my Mom and Step-Dad died in a plane crash.

I found out through the week that my Dad had been in the Marines, where he
went from nerd to stud, for 8 years after he left my Mother and me back in
1978. After that he went to work for a company that had several oil rigs in
the Gulf Coast. Here it is 1989 and that's what he's still doing.

He has an apartment (a small studio) in Gulfport and he also owns a mobile
home in a park about 5 miles east of the French Quarter off of I-10. He has
preferred to live in Gulfport because it was closer to the rig he was
working on, but he could just as easily catch a boat from New Orleans.

In the course of the week, it had been decided that I would go with Dad.
Gram seemed relieved actually to see that Dad and I were getting along. He
was laid back and easy going. There was an air of mystery about him but
other than that he seemed like a great guy.

We decided that we would not be staying in Mom and Thomas' house however.
Dad said that the trailer was a two bedroom, two bath and was pretty empty
since he hadn't been using it much. So we decided that that's where we
would live. I could still go to my high school in Terrytown since I had my
own car and we would just use my old address since the house wouldn't be
able to be sold until after I graduated anyway.

"Sure Dad, I'm ready." I said as I looked around the house. We had rented a
U-Haul for the stuff I was bringing with me and then we were going to leave
the rest of the furniture so we could rent out the house until we were able
to sell it.

I turned around and Dad was back in the overalls he had arrived in. He had
been wearing Thomas' clothes all week. And, although they fit him well
enough, they some how looked out of place on him. The way he was dressed
right now seemed to suit him. He had his overalls on with nothing else but
his boots. He was sexy as hell. Oh yeah, I noticed that a lot in the past
week also. He also carried the scent that I learned to appreciate on myself
through the years. It was masculine and strong. Just like him.

We loaded the rest of my stuff in his pick-up and we climbed in. Before Dad
got in the truck he unbuckled his straps on his overalls and let them fall.
It was a hot humid day and the truck didn't have air-conditioning.

I had on gym shorts and a tee shirt with no sleeves. "Ryan, lose the shirt
bud. It's hot as fuck." Dad said out of the blue. "Yeah Dad, I know." And
with that I lost the shirt too.

We drove over the bridge and then connected with I-10. The mobile home park
was only about 8 or 9 miles from my house, but Dad said he hadn't even been
there for about six months. I think he said Labor Day weekend was the last
time he spent any time there.  We stopped at a grocery store and picked up
some food for the next couple of days and Dad, of course, stocked up on
beer.

It was about 4 pm when we got to the entrance of the trailer park. "Now
son, I'm not going to try to fool you. The trailer isn't exactly a palace.
I don't live the suburban 'Leave it to Beaver' life that your mother's
house seemed to be like."

"I don't care Dad. If you noticed my room at all it was kind of a sty. I'm
not real picky." I laughed that he was so concerned about it.

With that we pulled up along a trailer that looked about 20 years old with
an old deck attached to it. All the shades were closed and there was mold
growing on the deck. On the opposite side of the drive way there were lots
of trees and bushes giving the trailer privacy. Kinda looked like a dump,
but I kept my opinion to myself. It would be kinda cool with me to live in
a place I didn't have to be clean in all the time.

"Well let's see how hot it is inside. I have a window unit in the living
room and the master bed room. Hopefully they both work. We'll have to see
about getting one for your room soon. With summer coming it's going to get
really hot in this tin can." Dad said as he got out of the truck.

We went to the door and Dad opened it up. A rush of stale hot air met us
before we had a chance to take another step. "It's going to be worse than I
thought Ryan." Dad went straight to the living room and turned on the
window unit on high. It kicked on, but made a bit of a noise. "That's not
good." Dad responded to the noise. Then he went into the bedroom and
switched that one on. It didn't even come on. He tested the plug with a
light to make sure it wasn't the outlet. The light came on fine. "Well, we
are going to have to make do with the living room unit for now. Tomorrow
we'll go get something better. I'm going to get some shorts on if they're
not full of mold themselves. I'll be right back." While he did that I took
the opportunity to look around. The air-conditioner was doing its best to
spit out some cool air, but I don't think it ever had a chance against the
heat that was in the trailer.

Dad came out in a pair of old gym shorts. They were burgundy and hugged
every bit of his body. He was already sweating pretty well. "I'm going to
get the beer and ice out of the truck and put it in a bucket on the porch.
Then we can unload some stuff if you want or we can wait till morning. Oh
fuck it let's wait till morning. Want a beer?"

"Hell yeah" I laughed. I knew that Dad was a lot like me in that way.
Always put off what you can until tomorrow. I went outside and helped him
with the food and the beer. The fridge wasn't too bad because he left it on
the whole time he was gone. It was empty, but not bad.

It was cooler outside. "Let's sit on the deck until the air has a chance to
work, bud. That heat will kill us. Then we'll pull out a couple of steaks
in an hour or so. We'll use the charcoal we bought. No need to make the
house any hotter.

Well the hour turned into 3. We forgot about the steaks and I was feeling
pretty good. We never even went inside to piss. We shot it off the deck
towards the back of the house.

Dad looked like he was feeling pretty good himself. His shorts, as tight as
they were, were still riding down a bit. The top of his ass crack was
showing every time he took a piss. As drunk as I was feeling, I was feeling
horny too. Dad and I never discussed who I dated, nor did we discuss who he
dated. But being the closet homo that I was, I was sure turned on by the
hunky ex-Marine that was in front of me.

"You okay Ryan?" Dad broke my stare.

"Oh yeah Dad; just feeling the beer a bit."

"Just a bit son?" he laughed. "Well maybe we ought to call it a night soon
anyway. It's been a hell of a week. Let me check on the house." He got up
and went inside. He came back out in just a few minutes.

"Not good son. The living room is livable, but both the bedrooms are like
ovens. I guess we could camp out on the couch somehow." He looked unsure.

"Sure Dad, whatever you think. I'm cool sleeping anywhere."

"Well let's have a nightcap and go in." He opened two more beers as he said
it.

About half-way through mine I was feeling sleepy. "Okay son, let's call it
a night." We went inside and Dad was right; the living room was barely cool
enough and you could still feel the heat from each end of the trailer.
"I'll get a couple of pillows," Dad said as he went into the bedroom.

The couch was a sectional. It was pretty big, but still too small for two
guys. I sat down on it and put my head back and I started to dose off.

"Son, lay on this pillow." Dad said as he placed a pillow on one end of the
couch and I went for it. I was on the brink of falling asleep when I saw
Dad shuck his shorts and get on the opposite end of the couch. It woke me
right up.

Dad noticed me stir and said, "Sorry son, I usually don't wear anything to
bed and with this heat I wouldn't be able to sleep with anything on me." I
looked over and he was on his side with his big muscular ass facing me. I
felt myself getting hard. But alas the sleep took over again and I was out.
The next thing I knew I heard Dad getting up and heading to the bathroom. I
opened my eyes and it was light outside.

Dad came back a few minutes later, still naked, and saw that I was awake.
"It's already 9 o'clock Ryan. We must have been really wiped out." he said
as he landed on the couch with a thud. I slowly sat up and as I did Dad
reached out and put his arm around me. "I'm sorry about the way it happened
Ryan, but I am so happy you are with me. It's going to work out great."
Oh shit, I'm getting hard again...

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