Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:38:24 -0600 From: Michael Smith Subject: Jake and Dad - Chapter 3 Legal stuff: This story, while a work of complete fiction, contains graphic sexual scenes between consenting males both over and under the age of 18. If this material is offensive to you, this is your warning not read this story and stop here. Also, if you are under the age of 18, it is most likely illegal for you to read this story. However, I cannot do anything to make you stop so continue at your own discretion. As stated before, this story is a work of total and complete fiction. Any likeness of these characters to real people, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Again, this story is a work of fiction. The author claims any and all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed without the author's consent. Only websites the author chooses and consents to publicate this work of fiction are allowed to publish it. 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Here I am, sitting in the passenger side of, what I am assuming is his work truck, and I just told him that I didn't like his house. I was kidding of course but, for that split second before I smiled, I could see a little worry on his face. He smiles brightly back at me and it surprises me a little bit. His teeth where very straight and, even in the dark of the truck, I could tell how white they were, the soft green glow of the gauges shadowing in his dimples. "Well then." He starts, smiling widely back at me as his hand slides off of mine and pulls the key out of the ignition. "Why don't we head in and get you settled in for the night?" The interior lights fade on as I hear his door open and he steps out. I open my own door, the crisp, cold air hitting me again, making my hair ruffle a bit as I follow suit and step out into the driveway. I reach back and grab my duffle bag, opting to carry it instead of throwing it over my shoulder. I turn around and watch as my dad grabs my suitcase from the bed of the truck. Even though he had lived up here for nearly 10 years, he still had his Southern man charm. 'Did I just think my dad was charming?' The question runs through my head as he walks around and joins me by the side of the truck. I shake my head as he extends his free arm, holding a small, faded and golden key between his index finger and his thumb. I must just be tired from the packing and the flying all day. I look up at him as he stands next to me and gently take the key from his hand, looking at it as it rests in my palm. "I thought I would let you do the honors." He says slowly, even a little quietly, almost as if he were slightly nervous. He had nothing to be nervous or worried about and neither did I but, the feeling was there. Here we were, standing in a small dimly lit driveway, the cold breeze blowing against our bodies as we stand together for the first time in a long time. I swallow hard and look back up at him, giving a smile I hoped he could see in the dark driveway. "I'd be delighted to." I turn and take my first step towards the front door, my tennis shoes thudding quietly against the concrete walk to the front porch. I stop for a moment at the stairs and look at the red door before I step up, the old wood creaking slightly under my weight. I step to the door and grib the handle on my bag harder as I slide the faded key into the deadbolt. I give it a quick twist and hear the mechanism engaging, the small bolt sliding back into the door. My hand slides down to the cold metal doorhandle and I take a deep breath before pushing the button down and swinging the door open. The inside is very dark and I step in, the hardwood floor clapping against my tennis shoe slightly as I step in. My hand reaches out as I fish for a light switch as I feel my dad step up behind me, opening the door wider. "Here, let me." He reaches in and our fingers find the light switch at the same time, clicking it up together. My eyes quickly adjust to the sudden brightness of light, my hand not moving, my finger still touching my dads as I look around at the narrow foyar. There's a small table with a bouque of roses on it and some unopened mail. A single map painting hangs on the wall. As I take another step into my dad's house, well our house now, I look through the archway to my left, into the kitchen. The door closes behind me with a click and I can't help but to jump slightly as I peer into the dark kitchen. "The kitchen is in there." My dad's masculine voice reaches my ear as well as the click of a lock. I steop into the kitchen and turn on the light, quickly looking at it, it's a decent size, bigger than what I was used to and big enough to fit a small dining room table with 4 chair comfortably. "There's two open rooms, too." I turn and face my dad, taking in the sight of him, his dark blue shirt hugging his round pecs nicely. "You can pick which one you want, of course." "That sounds great." I smile up at him, his hat shading the top half of his face in the light of the foyar. "You can lead the way." I motion with my dufflebag and he nods, stepping past the arch and I follow him as he takes a left into a hallway, stopping at the small stairs as I look into the sunken living room. I give it a quick glance over. There is a couch facing a wall-mounted flatscreen, a matching loveseat next to it to form an 'L' shape with a coffee table sitting in front of them. An endtable with a small lamp sits in-between their armrests. On the opposite wall, there are two bay windows which, I would assume, let in a lot of light during the day, two chairs sit in one of the windows, an endtable between them as well. It's a nice furnished living room and, like the kitchen/dining room, nicer than what I was used to. I guess that's what happens when you're single and don't have a kid to support. "Here's the first room." My dad says. I turn to the right and walk down a hallway to meet him as he opens the door to the first bedroom. He flicks the lightswitch as I step into the doorway and look inside. A full-sized bed sits along the left wall with two night stands on either side. A small desk is opposite the doorway, sitting in one of the bay windows that flanks the porch and an old school, console tv rests on a stand opposite the bed. I shrug a bit and look up at him. "You'll probably like the other room more." He smiles and takes a few steps back, opening another door on the opposite side of the hallway. "What makes you say that?" I can't help but to wonder outloud as I see the light from the second room pouring into the hallway from the open doorway. I step to the door and smile a bit, he was right, something that would happen often I would say. I step into the room a bit and can feel him watching me as I look around. There is a full-sized bed in this room as well, on the same wall as the door, sticking into the room instead of against the wall. The wall that faces us is flat but has two large windows centered in it. The blinds are down now but I knew it would be great for natural light, something I was a sucker for. Theres a medium sized flat screen on a stand facing the bed, centered in front of the windows as well. "There's a walk-in closet through that door." I see his hand and arm in my peripheral vision as he points to a door in the back right corner of the room. "I don't know how many clothes you have but that would come in handy." I take in the room and step inside, setting my dufflebag on the bed, the fluffy white comforter sinking down as I do. I look once more around at the room, wondering if he had just painted the walls my favorite color of dark blue or if it was just a coincidence. "I think I'll take this one." I smile and put my hand in the pockets of my shorts, letting them rest flat against my thighs as I look at my dad, standing halfway in the doorway and halfway in the hallway. I take him in for a moment, still not believing that I am here, it felt a little dream like somehow. He steps in and sets my suitcase down by the endtable next to the bed. "Come on and I'll show you the bathroom." He motions over his shoulder and I walk back into the hallway, walking behind him as he takes a few steps and opens another door on the left of the hallway and flicks on the lights. I step around him and into the bathroom, a large counter with a full-width mirror casting reflections of ourselves back at us. I walk into the bathroom, a small wall between the toilet and counter divides the two. I turn around and look at the shower/bathtub combo, nestled across from the toilet and counter, running the length of the wall opposite the toilet and counter but nestled into a corner by another wall to protect it from being hit by the door. I smile a bit and nod as I lean back on the counter. "I like it." I smile at him, genuinely knowing that I was going to like living up here with my dad. I cross my arms over my chest as I study the small but cozy bathroom. The whole house had a very cozy and home-like feeling to it really and I was definitely glad of that. I was terrified that I would feel out of place, the whole situation feeling foreign to me but, it didn't. I felt right at home already, like I belonged here. Perhaps I did, every son belongs at home with their dad, really. "Well, why don't you unpack then?" My eyes snap back to him as he stands in front of the door, his own arms crossed over his chest as he gives a shrug. "I'll call us in a pizza and we can eat it here. Catch up too, you know?" Even though his hat his pulled low over his forehead, I can see his emerald green eyes, the same as mine, flickering, almost shining with excitement. "That sounds great, dad." I tell him, almost tripping over the last word. It had been a long time since I had said that word and it felt strange to say it. It was just something I would have to get used to, not that I wasn't looking forward to it! I stand up off the counter and walk up to him, looking up at him as he takes up the tight space between the door and the shower wall. "I hope Chicago pizza is as good as everybody says it is." He rolls his eyes a bit and chuckles lightly, his hand grabbing my shoulder again, in a protective way. "I'm sure it is." He tells me as he steps out of the doorway and towards the door at the end of the hall, pausing as he puts his hand on the doorhandle. "I took the weekend off so we could go to the City tomorrow, if you'd like." He looks back at me and I smile. "It will be even busier since tomorrow is Saturday, though." "I think I'd like that." I nod as he opens the door, giving me a glimpse of his bedroom, a large canopy bed sitting in the middle of it is all I can make out. "You go ahead and get settled in, take a shower if you'd like. There's towels in the medicine cabinet over the toilet." He points at the wall where the medicine cabinet would be. "It'll take the pizza about an hour or so before it gets here and it's, 8:30pm now." He looks at his watch and then smiles back at me. "Alright, dad." I respond, the word coming a bit more naturally to me now. I step down the hallway and into my new bedroom, shutting the door behind me in habit. I walk to the door in the opposite corner and open it, opening the walk in closet. It wasn't big or anything but there was enough room to step into and hang all of my clothes. I walkback to my suitcase and lat it flat, opening it, grabbing my soap, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant from it. I grab a spare change of clothes as well, glad to get out of these travel clothes. I shut the lid and walk back into the bathroom, not bothering to shut my bedroom back. I put my soap and shampoo in the shower, doing the same with my toothbrush and paste by the sink before turning on the shower. I shut the bathroom door and take off my shirt, tossing it onto the counter. I look at myself in the tall mirror, the countertop coming right up to my waist. I rub my arm with a hand as I check myself out a little bit. I was a little on the thin side of things but what teenaged boy isn't? My hand falls runs up my shoulder and down to my chest, following the midline of my almost flat but not quite pecs. I let my hand fall down my smooth stomach, following the slight dips of my washboard abs that were there because of me being skinny more than me working out, something I did once a week or so. I hook my hand into my running shorts and slowly push them down, feeling them stretching over my small but nicely rounded ass. They fall to the floor with a soft rustle and I kick them up, catching them and tossing them on the counter with my shirt. I look back at myself in the mirror. I eye my body a bit, the lights above the mirror causing shadows to follow the contours of my small, tight muscles. I wasn't anything to write home about but I was in good shape and fit for sure. I let my hands both find the waistband of my solid colored dark gray American Eagle boxer briefs. I hook my thumbs into them and slowly tug them down as well, feeling the elastic stretching around my ass like the shorts did before the fall to the floor. I kick them up and place them with my other clothes before turning back to the mirror, looking at my now fully naked body. I grab my teen cock and give it a quick tug before letting my hand rest flat above it, feeling the sandy blonde pubic hairs that I kept cut extremely short beneath it. I look at myself once more before turning and testing the shower temperature. I adjust it a bit and step in, shutting the sliding glass door behind me. I let the warm water wash over and down my body, turning in it slowly, letting it rush all over me. As I stop, letting the water rush down my back, I tilt my head backwards, letting my hair get wet, running a hand through it. Quickly, I put some shampoo in my hand and work it into my sandy blonde hair, feeling it getting lathered up before I work it into my scalp and rinse it out, the suds following the water as I flows down my fit, tight body. I follow the same with the soap, filling the shower with a nice, slightly musky scent as I work the soap down my arms, chest, stomach and then to my nicely toned but thin thighs and calves. I finish washing my legs and then turn my attention to my ass, working a good lather on my cheeks and then working in between them before rinising off. I cut the water off and shake my head before stepping out, jumping a little at the cold, hard tile of the bathroom floor. I reach up and open the cabinet above the toilet and grab a towel as the water from the shower beads and drips off my body. I quickly dry my hair, leaving it a little damp as I dry off the rest of my body. I step over to the counter and set the towel down before grabbing my fresh pair of maroon boxer briefs. I slide them up my toned, slender legs, quietly thanking myself that I was on my Junior Varsity soccer team my first semester of high school. I can't help but to wonder if my new school will have a soccer team, I definitely wanted to make it all the way through freshman year before I gave up. I grab my fresh shirt, a bright orange v-neck tshirt and slide it on, running a hand through my still damp hair, letting it brush and fall to the side naturally, letting it fall just above my eyebrows. I grab my dark gray shorts and slide them on as well before gathering up my dirty clothes. I open the door and step into the hallway, seeing my dad sitting on the couch at the other end of the hallway. I smile to myself as I step into my room, shutting the door behind me. I place my dirty clothes in a neat pile beside my suitcase and I can't help but to wonder when the rest of my things will be arriving from Texas. I shrug as I jump on the bed, crossing my feet at my ankles. I text a few people to let them know that I'm settling in nicely and that I already miss Texas. I close my eyes and sigh, letting my hands rest at the back of my head as I sit up in the bed, leaning against the wall. I smile to myself as I let another sigh out, glad that I am finally home and relaxing. I can't help but to hope the pizza gets here soon, not only am I starving, I can't wait to sit down, eat, and have a real conversation with my dad. This was a good thing for me to move up here to be with him, I can already tell.