Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2012 14:02:16 -0800 (PST) From: Toby Subject: My summer with Dad / Chapter 5 With the rollaway bed long gone and me in the sack every night with Dad really made the time fly by fast. I was getting use to not only Dads cock to drain at my disposal, but I really liked cuddling up with him and falling asleep at night. My mind was racing that morning about how life for the two of us was going to be when we returned home. I had a few weeks left before school started, but like all summers towards the end I really wanted more time. Now that I was getting a daily dose of Dads cum, I wanted to work out how much cock time at home I would be getting. Dad was snoring and we had about an hour before we would have to rush to the job site. Dad was facing the wall with his back up against me. I slide my hand under the covers and rubbed his butt, he had the hardest ass, solid muscle covered in thick black hair and I loved touching it when he was asleep. I put my finger in his crack and felt around his hairy hole, it was so much different than my own smooth hairless hole. Dads snoring stopped and he sighed and said "I feel you Buddy". I asked if he liked it and he responded "not specially". I pulled away and hugged him tightly and whispered "I love you". I love you too, Son. Dad said "you know Buddy; things are going to be different when we get back home". Yes Sir, I was just thinking about that. Dad was quite for a few minutes so I asked, we can still have fun at home, right Dad? I don't think that's a good idea Son, you know in the same house as your Mom. Well, we can fool around in my room, Mom doesn't need to even know and we can work it around Moms crazy work schedule, and...... I was rambling on when Dad said "we'll see, maybe you will find a boyfriend your own age and can mess around all you want with him". Will you join us, I asked? Dad laughed and said "absolutely not, and don't you ever tell anyone about our time together here". Yes Sir, I said. We just laid there till it was time to get up and get going, I like the morning sex the best, but Dad had fucked me good and hard twice the night before, once face down, then with me on my back with my legs up in the air, and shot cum inside me both times. I figure he was tired. We grabbed some breakfast and drove to the job site. Once there I saw a big black truck jacked up with those monster tires with dark windows and fog lights on the top waiting in the construction area. Dad had built a chain length fence area with equipment locked up and this truck was parked right in front. A really young man stepped out and flagged us down. Dad rolled the window down and said "can I help you"? Yes Sir, I'm Kenny, my Dad is Jonathon Abrams the irrigation contractor, he must have beaten me here, but I don't know where he would be. Well, your Dad would be back somewhere in the back greens. Kenny, this is my Son Buddy, he can show you where your Dad is. Buddy, you don't mind showing Kenny around? No I don't mind, I said and jumped out and shook Kenny's hand and said "I'm Mike, my Dad calls me Buddy". Pleasure Kenny said and off we went in his truck. Kenny was short like me except he was stocky and thick and had dark shaved hair. Nice truck I said. It's my older brother Johns truck, we call him J.R. Yeah, and I noticed "J.R." written on the tailgate. He lets me drive it now that I got my license. I asked, "How long have you been driving"? Two months, the day I turned 16 I went straight to the DMV and got my license. How old are you Buddy.....or Mike? You can call me Buddy if you want, I'm 14, and I'll be 15 soon. I'm going to get my license the minute I turn 16 too! 14? What the fuck are you working for? I got into some trouble and my Mom works crazy hours, so I tag along with my Dad. Yeah, my Dad made me start working with him this summer; I'm ready for school to start! That's because you have your license. When school starts are you going to get to drive this truck? No, J.R. is leaving for college soon and of course he will take his truck, it used to be my Dads and Dad got a new one so J.R. could have this for school. Nice present, I hope I get a car when I turn 16, I said. I told Kenny where to turn and we found his Dad hard at work. We jumped out of the truck and his Dad went off on Kenny. "Where the fuck you been you lazy bastard, the day is almost over"? Kenny started to stutter and I stepped in and said "he was with me and my father, Sir". Who the fuck are you, he grumbled. This is Buddy, the general contractor's son, Kenny Stuttered. Yes Sir, my Dad was going over some things for me to do today, so I couldn't show Kenny where you were right away. He calmed down and barked at Kenny to get a shovel and get busy. I went with him and got my own shovel. Kenny and I were digging lines and he whispered "thanks". Your welcome, is he always like that? Yes, he's a fucking hard ass Kenny whispered. I laughed out loud and his Dad turned and yelled "get busy". Yes Sir, we both said. The day was hot and Kenny took his shirt off and I couldn't help to notice how muscular he was and had black hair running down his stomach all the way and disappeared in his jeans. He caught my eye and I said you're in good shape. I'm a wrestler and Dad makes me and J.R. work out all the time. You're a skinny little thing he said smiling at me. Yeah, I'm a surfer, I said. What's with the hair? He stopped shoveling and pulled my ponytail. I don't know; guys back home wear it this way. Well, makes you look really pretty and he blew me a kiss. Fuck you, I said. He laughed and said "you wouldn't make it one day in my school"! We don't have no surfers, just football jocks and wrestlers and a few pot heads and geeks like all schools, but no boy as Purdy as you, he said in a thick southern accent. I stopped shoveling and stood up straight. I'm just fucking with you Kenny said smiling. We ran what felt like miles of irrigation pipes when Dad came pulling up honking. He jumped out of the truck and said "Lunch time Boys". Hey John how are you Dad asked? They chatted awhile and Mr. Abrams told Kenny he could go to lunch with us if he wanted. Cool I said and Kenny went to get his shirt, Dad looked at me and smiled and winked and whispered I see you checking him out. I blushed and went to the truck and got in the middle and Dad and Kenny got in. It was all small talk on the ride to lunch and I asked Kenny why his Dad skipped lunch and he said it makes him sick to eat in the heat, he just drinks Gatorade for lunch. At the Diner I made sure to sit with Dad so I could look at Kenny. We talked and talked, mostly about school and Kenny's wrestling accomplishments, he had out done his older brother in sports, but J.R. had the brains and got into a great college. Back at the site I could see why Mr. Abrams skips lunch, digging pipe lines in the sun after a big lunch sucks. I asked Mr. Abrams if we could knock off at 3pm and Kenny and I could play some pool. To my surprise he said yes because he would need to leave and get some more supplies and said we could bolt as soon as we finished the line we were on. Kenny and I knocked fists, said sweet and started digging like hell to get out of there. We got into the clubhouse and soaked in the AC. Since the county club was closed Kenny still had his shirt off and his jeans were sweat soaked in the front and back. Where's the head he asked? This way I said. We got to the urinals and Kenny unzipped and flopped out his big pecker and shook it and started peeing. I glanced over and took a peak, his eyes were shut and he let out a big sigh and said ahh the AC feels so good. And turned and caught me looking at his dick. I quickly turned away and finished peeing. Kenny was at the sink washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face. I went over and did the same and took off the rubber band holding my ponytail, the water felt so good on my hot sun-soaked face. We were drying our hands on paper towels when Kenny balled up his paper towel and pitched it in the waste basket like he was a basketball player and said "two points". Then said come here and was motioning with his index finger to get closer. What I asked? Come here..... I stepped closer and he took his hand on my hand and rubbed my hand on his sweat soaked crotch. I tried to pull my hand back, but he had a good grip and leaned forward and with his other hand and ran his fingers through my hair. I was breathing hard and my mouth was wide open and he put his lips near my ear and whispered "you wanna suck my dick". All I could do was nod yes. He pulled me to the last stall which was the handicapped stall and leaned against the wall and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. I locked the door and walked over and went to kiss him, he pulled back and said "I ain't no damn fag, I'm not gonna kiss you". So, I got on my knees and put his sweaty balls in my mouth. They tasted so salty and I licked his mushroom shaped head. He was rock hard in no time and grew to a good 7 inches and was nice and thick in width. Kenny had both hands in my hair guiding my head back and forth moaning yes..... I heard the door open and stopped and looked up at Kenny and he had a finger over his mouth saying shh! Then we heard Mr. Abrams talking loudly on his cell phone ordering supplies, and then I heard him pissing and zipped up and flushed and walked right out. We were quite for a few seconds then both of us burst out laughing. I went right back to sucking and Kenny was smaller than Dad, so I was able to deep throat his cock with no problems and he was pumping hard and then boom, squirted hot cum down my throat and I drank him dry. He said panting "that was fucking awesome". Thanks I said. We never got to playing pool, after his blow job he left and I wondered if he was embarrassed and regretful. The next day I told Dad I wanted to help out again with the irrigation and he said "I bet you do" and smiled at me. I went straight out to the greens and found Kenny and his Dad working and another guy, I guessed he was J.R. He looked like Kenny and his Dad except taller and bigger than the two of them with slightly longer black hair and a hairy chest. Hi, I said. Kenny stopped working and said Buddy this is my brother J.R. I held out my hand to shake and he just about broke my hand shaking and said "pleasure". I jumped right in and helped working. By noon we were finished with the task at hand and Mr. Abrams said "ok boys, pack it up were going to the next job". You're done, I asked? Yeah for the day he said, we will be back later in the week when the next section is ready for us. Kenny said goodbye, J.R. said nothing and off they went. I yelled for Kenny and asked if he could give me a ride back to the club house. He looked at J.R. and he just nodded up and down. Mr. Abrams left in his van and we loaded up in the black monster, I got in the middle and J.R. drove and Kenny to my right. It was quite for a minute, and then J.R. said to Kenny, you should invite Buddy to the track this weekend. Kenny spoke up and said "we go mudden on weekends" you want to come with us? Sure I said, what's mudden? We take J.R.'s truck out in the woods with some other guys and run the trucks, some bring dirt bikes. It's all guys from J.R's grade and few older. Ok, count me in I said. The end of the week I ran out to the greens, but found nobody. I went back and found Dad and he said that the next section wasn't ready, so he guessed Mr. Abrams and Kenny would be back Monday or Tuesday. I was so disappointed and told Dad that I was supposed to go with them over the weekend to go mudden. Dad just shrugged his shoulders and I went to the game room and played some pool by myself. I was bored and was on my last game when Kenny popped in the game room and said "I can't stay long, I gotta get back to work, but wanted to know where I pick you up tomorrow"? Here will be fine, what time? 9 or 10, he said. Cool I said. See you then out front tomorrow, is it ok with your Dad he asked? Yes, he won't care, what time will we be back? Dark, so tell your Dad. Great I said. Kenny left and I was so happy to get to do something other than work at the country club. I was up and out early and Dad told me to have fun in the trucks, but not to get on the dirt bikes at all. Ok I said and waited out front for Kenny. The black truck pulled up about 9:15 and J.R. was driving with Kenny and I got in the middle and off we went. We drove for a good hour and this was north Florida and the roads were getting hilly. I asked questions about what the race was like and J.R. said they go around the track a few times and usually the winner is the one who doesn't get stuck in the mud. Kenny asked J.R. who all was going to be there. J.R. said, well six confirmed, but maybe more. We turned off the main road and went on a dirt road, we road for miles, and J.R. said, "Kenny tells me you're a good cocksucker". My heart sank and I didn't respond. Kenny spoke up and said "he's great". We then turned off the dirt road and were bouncing around in the truck for a while and I was getting a sick feeling I made a big mistake coming here. We finally came up on the tracks and I counted five big trucks all as tall and big as J.R.'s truck. One had a big rebel flag flying in the back. J.R honked and I counted 10 guys hanging around the trucks and saw no girls. J.R said, cool they all made it. Kenny said "oh this is going to be fun". We stopped the truck and got out and the guys started whistling and hollering. I looked at Kenny and asked him "why did you do this to me"? Kenny just looked at J.R. and laughed. J.R said "let me introduce you, everyone this is the faggot"! They all roared in laughter. I saw one of the trucks had a keg of beer on the tailgate and they were all drinking from red Dixie cups. Way past the trucks I saw a large tent set up under a big tree and I started shacking with nerves. J.R. Looked at me and said "you know I'm going first". I just stared right through him and didn't respond. J.R. shouted "ok boys this is how it's going to be, I got straws all cut different lengths" come pull your straws out and the longest goes with me first in the tent. Smallest straw goes last. The crowed all cheered and pulled straws, one by one they were all picked and a big red-headed boy had the longest straw. Whoa, Big Red you go in with me first J.R. said. Let me get a beer before we start. All the other guys were comparing straws and deciding the order they would be in. I looked at Kenny and said "you can make this stop if you want to". Kenny laughed and said "I don't want to". He and another guy gave each other high fives. He said I will get you a beer if you want? Yes, please I said. I figured I better get a buzz on quick because I had no idea what was next. Kenny handed me my beer and I chugged it down fast. I thought about running, but I didn't even know where to run to and I'm sure they would catch me 12 against 1 I had no chance and decided just to get through this. I didn't think I was in real danger because my Dad knew I was with them and would kill them if something terrible happened. J.R. was on his second beer and walked over and said "let's getter done". Strip boy! I just stood there frozen. J.R. yelled, Jimbo, strip that little faggot. The red headed guy walked over and I said...ok ok ok and I took my shirt off and started crying, I was so mad at myself for crying, but I couldn't help it. I pulled my shoes off and my socks and pulled my pants off and stood there. Panties too J.R. barked! I pulled my briefs off and stood there naked as they all made their cat calls. Walk your ass up to that tent and wait for us, J.R. said sternly. I slowly walked up the hill to the tent and crawled in. They had a few old dirty sleeping bags on the floor and some rope curled up in a ball. I just sat there and waited. A good half hour passed and I could smell BBQ smoke in the air. J.R. and Big Red came in and both had their shirts off and no shoes or socks. Big Red was holding two boards in his hand. Move your ass over there, J.R. pointed to the corner of the tent. I sat in the corner while the two of them arranged the sleeping bags, he rolled one up into a big roll and placed it in the middle and spread out the other two flat. He grabbed the rope and I said "the wont be necessary, I won't fight you". J.R. said "Bitch, am I talking to you, like you could fight me"? You little fucking faggot! Now get over here and shut the fuck up! I walked over and J.R. pushed me down hard on the ground and said "down on your stomach". I lied down with the rolled up sleeping bag under my stomach and I felt one of the boards positioned between my legs at my ankles and he wrapped the rope tight around my ankles and the board holding my legs apart and tied in place. Next he came around and had me push my arms straight out and put the other board between my wrists holding my arms apart and tied them down. J.R. stripped and I saw his cock bounce up and down. He sat down on his knees and pushed the board down and said "suck Punk"! He put his cock in my mouth and I sucked hard, he soon was rock hard and face fucking me. He pulled out without cumming. Red you're up J.R. barked. Big Red came over, he was already naked and stroking his cock. He had a long white uncut cock with a fire red bush and saggy balls. He stuck his cock in my mouth and I went to work sucking. I felt J.R. behind me; I stopped sucking big red and said "what are you doing"? Bitch am I talking to you? J.R. pulled my ponytail hard and pushed my head back down and I opened and Big Reds put his cock back in my mouth. I felt J.R.'s cock head pushing against my hole and with one big push he popped in; I pulled Big Reds cock out and screamed as loud as I could. The pain was so intense; he used no lube and was fucking me hard and dry. HELP ME, I screamed at the top of my lungs! I heard the crowed outside roar with laughter. J.R. laid all of his weight on me and cupped his hand over my mouth and fucked me harder and harder. I started crying hysterically and he just kept going faster, and then yelled "I'm fucking that faggot". Big Red was stoking his cock still on his knees in front of me smiling and rocking his head like he was listening to music. J.R. Barked, Red get something to put in his mouth! He left the tent. Big Red came back in the tent and pushed a rag in my mouth and duck taped it on. J.R. said that's better and put both hands on my hips and pulled me backwards and up closer and was fucking me like a jackhammer, then I felt him cum inside of me and he yelled "I'm fucking cumming in this faggot"! Yeah, I'm next Big Red roared! J.R. lay on my back and was sweaty and panting catching his breath. He pulled out and my hole throbbed and burnt. Next Big Red was inside of me fucking me hard and I closed my eyes and endured the pain. It wasn't near as painful, I guess J.R's cum was like lube. I opened my eyes and saw another guy naked stroking his cock grinning. This went on for hours and I just laid there motionless waiting for the last guy to cum in me. I looked up to see Kenny in front of me stroking his cock waiting for his turn. He said "I'm next Faggot, but J.R. wants a second time, like some of the other guys got". I gave him a hateful look and he just laughed. I wondered how many guys actually went more than once; I lost count several fucks ago. Kenny shot his load and pulled out. I laid there still tied down crying and J.R. came back in and fucked me harder than the first time and it took him twice as long to cum as before. This time he pulled the bag out from under me and lay flat on top of me and sucked the back of my neck biting occasionally. Finally he shot his load in me and it was over. He untied me and said "we have some water out in the truck for you to wash up". I stayed in the tent for a while and let the cum drip from my ass onto the sleeping bag, when I got up there was a puddle of cum. I was dizzy and sore and got up and went outside and was blinded by the sun light. Once my eyes adjusted I noticed all the trucks and guys were gone except J.R. and Kenny. I staggered over to the truck and guzzled down some water. J.R. handed me another large bucket of water and a towel and said "clean yourself up, faggot"! I splashed water on my face and took a Dixie cup and poured cup after cup over my head and showered off. I tried to wash the best I could; I was shaking and asked "what time is it"? We've been fucking you about 6-7 hours. Don't worry; we should get back before dark. I used all the water and pissed and got my clothes back on. I asked J.R. if I could ride home in the back of the truck and he said "yes, faggot"! I climbed into the back and leaned against the cab and curled up in a ball, I didn't want to be near them. The bumpy ride out was killing my ass, once we hit the dirt road it was better. We got to the hotel about dark and I crawled out of the truck and looked at both of them and said "go to hell you fucking bastards"! They both just laughed and Kenny gave me the finger and they drove off. I went into the room and Dad was asleep on the little sofa, so I snuck into the shower and took a long hot shower and used the shampoo to get the duct tape glue off my face. I got out and put a t-shirt and underwear on and went to bed, Dad got up and turned the lights out and got in bed and asked, have fun? I said, no it's not my idea of fun. I rolled over and went to sleep.