Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2017 11:04:08 -0500
From: Mike McAlister <mikemcalister100@gmail.com>
Subject: My Daddy is a Nashville Fireman--Part 2--The New House

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The Next Morning

Before I even opened my eyes, I could smell coffee. Dad was up. How long?
I felt his side of the bed, it had cooled. Then the shower started. This
was a good time to rub one out. No wait, I need to go in the bathroom to
catch Dad rubbing one out.

"Dad, I need to pee."

"Ok."

" I need to take a dump, too."

"Can't that wait til I am out."

"No. I take a dump every morning right when I get up. I get cramps if I
hold it too long," I lied. I wanted to see him or at least hear him jack
off.

"Dad, turn off the water if you are going to rub one out. I don't want to
take a cold shower."

"No problem, Garth. I rubbed out two while you were sleeping in and besides
I have a 90-gallon hot water tank. Plenty of water for you to jack off all
morning while keeping the water running."

I think 'shit' to myself and flush the toilet. No need in sitting there if
there isn't going to be a show.

"Hey Garth, strike a match or light a candle. I don't want to die from your
methane in my own bathroom."

"No problem. My shit doesn't stink. At least that what Mingy says."

"No, she says that you think your shit doesn't stink"

I crawled back in bed to jack off while Dad finished showering and shaving.
It didn't take long to cum as I stuck my face in his pillow. I always
stroke with my right hand and pull on my ball sack with my left. All the
while, I'm visualizing my Dad. It's a good cum and I catch it in a dirty
sock from yesterday. I nearly go back to sleep in a post orgasmic stupor
when Dad steps out of the bathroom.

"Ok, Hot Rod, your turn. Don't take too long rubbing one out. Mom and Dad
are waiting to go to breakfast."

"No problem. Already done," and I toss my cummy sock at his head as I head
to the bathroom.

"Is this just one load? Damn, Son. We better hurry and get you fed before
you pass out."

I showered quickly and start to shave when Dad opened the door and
said,"What are you doing?"

"Well, I have shaving cream on my face and I am holding my razor in my
hand. Should I go on?"

"When did you start shaving?"

"Right after the guys at school started calling me Wolfman. If you will
notice I have hair on my face, my pits (I raised my arms), a little in the
middle of my chest and around my nips and my legs are as hairy as yours. My
hair is as black and thick as yours, so when did you start shaving?"

At that, I put two fingers on his solar plexus and pushed him back out of
the bathroom. I didn't want to hear any of his smartass comments. But, I
was too late.

"Do you have an actual blade in that razor?"

I closed the door.

On the way to pick up Mingy and Pop-Pop, I made Dad promise that we would
not go to Cracker Barrel. They can't drive by one of those
down-home-country store/restaurants that seemingly are at every interstate
exit without stopping for coffee and pie if not, breakfast, lunch or supper
and for Mingy to shop. I hate the place.

Of course, Mingy and Pop-Pop are ready to go when we got there since they
had been up since six o'clock. They had slept in. Of course, Mingy wanted
to go to Cracker Barrel, but Dad nipped that quickly.

"Mom, I want to take you to a new place. Well, it will be for us. It's been
around for years. They have the best pancakes in the entire world."

"Better than mine?"

"Well they certainly have more choices, like maybe 50 or 60 kinds, with
waffles and even eggs and bacon if you don't like pancakes. There will
probably be a line to get in, but it moves quickly."

The line did move quickly but the service was not so fast and the pancakes
were the best in the world, but I didn't say that out loud. Mingy did say
that the Pancake Pantry might be her new favorite breakfast place.

All the servers were women so no eye-candy to watch. But, and I mean
seriously but, being just one block off the Vanderbilt campus, there must
have been at least 50 very very hot guys there. Most with girl dates, some
were with a groups of guys. One guy at a table of guys caught me scoping
him out and smiled. I smiled, too. He was on my right, the next table over
facing my way, not six feet away. I could see his crotch and he could see
mine. I turned so that I could open up to him and adjusted in my seat so
that I could pull the leg opening of my shorts up to expose my cut cock and
balls snaking down my left leg. God, I love going commando, if not for this
very reason.

It was exciting because I was scared shitless that fratboy would point me
out to his brothers and they would get a good laugh. But he didn't. He
looked. Then he licked his lips. The server had already brought our drinks
and now she was standing at our table taking our orders. I pulled down the
hem of my shorts but by now I was rock hard, as was fratboy. I gave her my
order and got up.

Dad looked at my crotch and said, "Again?"

I just did my what-can-I-say shrug and went looking for the mensroom. I
found it and it was huge. There were three bays. The first bay had sinks
along both walls with soap and paper dispensers. The second bay had six
urinals on each wall. The third bay had five stalls on each wall with two
handicap stalls at the end at the back wall. There were probably 10 or 12
men in there, some with their young sons.

Fratboy walked in looking very fraternal. His hair was very blonde, thick,
short and super curly. He was mighty cute, about my height--6' and it was
obvious that he was serious about weight training--big and wide shoulders,
not body builder big, but yet he looked like he had about 15" guns. He
looked like he was packing some serious heat.

I whispered, "Go to the handicap stall on the left." It was the farthermost
stall from the door to the restroom.

I followed him into the stall and locked the door. I said, "Sit down".

My shorts dropped to the floor when I unzipped and hauled out Garth Junior.
Yet another reason for going commando.

As I stroked myself to my full, very thick 8 and a half inches, Fratboy
just stared at Junior. A bead of pre formed on the tip and I pushed my hips
forward and whispered, "Lick it".

"Damn, dude, I don't know if I can get my mouth open that much."

"You will if you want it bad enough. Now lick."

He licked the pre and then up and down my shaft. It was saa...weet. Getting
me good and wet eliminated the drag on his lips when he went down on me. He
took my glans and started sucking the pre out of my piss slit. He had taken
about three inches of me in his mouth and came up to breathe. Then back
down, taking about two inches more, swirling his tongue all around my cock.
Fratboy had done this before.

He came off me again to catch his breath and work his jaw a little bit to
loosen it up. Then back down again all the way to my pubes. No one had done
that in a couple of years since I had put on a little more length and
girth. I rose up on my toes when I felt my cock head go from his mouth into
his throat, completely cutting off his air.

I whispered, "I'm going to blow. Where do you want it?"

He came off me again, eyes watering, tears running down his red face,
slobber on his chin, "God, not on my clothes."

Then back down on Junior all the way into his throat, again. My first
volley was so strong he nearly choked and pulled off a bit so that the rest
of my loads were in his mouth and he was sucking and swallowing like he was
at a water fountain. He cleaned me up pretty well so that I wouldn't get a
mess on his khaki shorts or polo shirt.

When he was breathing normally, he asked me if I was going to be going to
Vandy in the fall and I just said, "No", not wanting to go in to an
explanation.

Fratboy went on, "If you are going to be around, we can hook up if you want
to.

"Sure" I took my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him.

"Put your number in my phone and let me have yours so I can put my number
in yours."

We exchanged phones, then I called his his number. I heard it ringing on my
phone but his phone was not ringing. A girl answered my call with a sweet
hello. I said, "Sorry wrong number." And hung up.

"That was stupid. Why did you suggest we hook up and then give me a fake
telephone number?

He didn't answer my question.

"I need to take a shit. Get out."

He did and I locked the door.

I finished my business pretty quickly and as I was washing my hands, Dad
came in and found me. "Come on, Son. Your food is getting cold."


At ten, we met the real estate guy at the house Dad wanted us to check out.
The guy was already there waiting for us with the door unlocked.

Dad introduced all of us to Jobe Holt. He was definitely a hottie. Five-ten
or so with a trim build, no more than 145lbs. He was mid-20s or there
about. Light brown hair with a tuft of it at his neck overflowing his
shirt, a nice chest in his polo, too. He obviously worked out. His arms
were straining the short sleeves. His fore arms were thick with hair. His
slacks were tight across his ass and he definitely had a nice package. I
wondered nice cock? or all balls? Jobe caught me checking him out and
smiled. I smiled back and adjusted my quickly rising cock. He saw that,
too. Now that Jobe and I were properly introduced and headed for a nice
friendship, he started the tour of the house.

>From the foy-yay, as Jobe called the entrance hall, on the right was a
stair case to the two bedrooms upstairs, on the left was the huge living
room. Maybe it just seemed huge because it didn't have any furniture.
Beyond that was a huge dining room.

To the right of that was the kitchen, which got an "Oh my" from Mingy. Then
to the right of that was a huge family room. There were three doors out of
the family room. One to the patio outside, one to the hallway at the other
end of the room to the two bedrooms downstairs and one doorway back to the
foy-yay.

Mingy was still checking out the kitchen and the men had gone on to explore
the rest of the house. I had lost interest in everything except the
swimming pool that I had spotted from the family room. "I'm going out back"
to no one in particular.

I was scoping out the back yard and pool. There was a ten-foot high privacy
fence completely surrounding the area from the house out past the pool and
back to the big shed-looking thing that ran off from the garage. There was
a covered walk way from the front of the shed to the door into the garage.

About that time, Jobe walked up behind me.

"What do you think of the place? Think you would like living here?"

"Yeah, I'm really liking this pool. What is this shed?"

Jobe laughed. "It's not a shed. That is an in-law suite. It's like a small
apartment for servants or maybe even in-laws. I think the last owners had a
cook/housekeeper that lived here."

"That would be cool for me to live in, don't you think?"

"Yeah, or even your grandparents. Wanna look at it? I have the key."

Jobe opened the door to an apartment that was like my Dad's, only larger.

"Yeah this would be so cool to live in."

"So are you going to be living here with your folks?"

"Yeah?" I was puzzled. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought you might be in college."

"Oh no. I'll be in the 10th grade."

"Really? I was hoping, I mean thinking you might be 18 or so. You seem so
grown up."

I saw where this conversation was going. "Well I have some friends and we
pretend that I am 18. They are older than I am so it helps everyone relax a
bit."

"Why do they need to relax?" Jobe had an evil smile because he thought he
was going to embarrass me.

"Because, a lot of men like to suck my cock and some like for me to bend
them over and fuck them. Which I am more than happy to do."

"No girlfriends?"

"Nope, no girl in Spring Hill will let me anywhere near her pussy. Everyone
knows how hung I am."

"How hung are you?"

"Wanna see?"

Jobe looked through the window out onto the patio and went over and locked
the door.

While he did that I dropped my shorts and underwear and stepped out of
them. I was stroking my cock when he turned around.

"Oh my god. You are huge."  Jobe walked to me and took my cock in his hand.
"I can't get my hand around it"

"See what I mean. Some can suck me off and some just try. And then the ones
that bend over for me get a real surprise. But I am real patient because I
don't want them running off before I finish. Those that can often come back
for seconds. That feels good what you are doing, keep stroking. Wanna taste
it?" He nodded. "Go ahead."

Jobe bent over and licked the dog slobber off my cock head and got just the
head in his mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's nice."

We heard voices outside by the pool. I pulled back and zipped up.

"We'll need to finish this another time, Garth."

I said, "Definitely," as I opened the door to go out and join Dad and
Pop-Pop.

"Hey, Dad, you need to see this. It's an apartment like yours. Now I could
live in this, no problem."

"Uh-huh, I bet you could." Dad was showing little interest in the apartment.

Dad was holding a piece of paper that looked like a flyer.

"Jobe, this info piece I found on the kitchen counter says the owners want
$450,000 for this place. That's nearly a half million dollars. I'm just a
Nashville fire fighter. I can't afford this kind of price"

"James, not so fast. I haven't filled you in the seller's predicament. The
house has been vacant for six months. They have already bought another
house and are making two mortgage payments. And their twin sons are about
to head out to college. They want out of this. Do you want to make an
offer?"

Mingy stepped out from the family room." Herbert, JimBill, this is a very
nice house. Four bedrooms, like we have in Spring Hill, three and a half
bathrooms, more than we have now and the place is over all just bigger. I
went out front and, Herbert, you are going to need a tractor to mow all
this yard. And there are flower beds all over the place. And the kitchen is
right out of *Southern Living."*

"Hey, Mingy, check this out. It's an apartment that I can live in."

"Um-hmm" (which was her skeptical or I don't believe you um-hmm). I don't
think you will be moving out to your own apartment just yet, Mr. Big Shot.
Herbert, what are you and JimBill whispering about?

"Mildred, we are going to offer $300,000 for this house and see what the
owners are going to say."

"James, I can tell you that they won't accept it. They will either turn it
down flat or counter offer. I'll call them as soon as I get back to the
office and then call you with their answer. How is that?"

"How is what?"

The voice came from the doorway into the garage from the most handsome man
I have ever seen in my life. Everyone turned to look.  He was 6'1" or 2"
and probably 235 or 40. And with so many muscles, he looked like a walking
brick wall. He had sandy blonde hair, cut very short with a part on the
right side. He looked very military. Blue eyes that could calm the seas. He
was very obviously a body builder. Oh my god, my mouth dropped open and I
sprang instant wood.

"Hey, Gene," my dad was the first to speak. "We just made an offer on the
house".

"Hey folks, I want you to know Gene Canady. He is a firefighter stationed
at my firehouse and he lives right next door. He shares the driveway with
this house. And, he is my best friend.


*...tbc*