Date: Wed, 2 May 2018 01:16:26 +0700 From: Cofefe Subject: My Daddy is a Nashville Fireman Chapter 5 All the usual warnings go without saying, so I won't. Donate to Nifty if you like this site for feeding your kinky appetite. It really would be nice of you, if you would--even a fiver would be appreciated. As I have said before, this is TOTAL FICTION, which means not a word of it is true and never happened. Nashville is, however, a real city.That is all that is true. It is assumed in this story, that HIV and other STDs do not exist. But, in reality, they do. Wrap it up, guys. Don't be stupid. Chapter 5 "No mam, I am not going to help. Dad is going to get here pretty soon and when he sees you packing for the move, he is going to blow up. He told you not to pack a thing." At that same time, the back door opened. "Hey everybody. Mom, what are you doing? I told you not to pack anything. The movers will be here this afternoon to start packing everything and loading the van. You are to pack nothing. If you pack it and it gets broken, the movers are not liable. Anything you pack you will have to take in Dad's truck or your car. So stop packing." "I told you so, Mingy." "Hush, Garth. I'm just packing these small things." "No, Mom. You pack nothing. We are paying top dollar for them to do everything. Everything. Why are you still pulling things out of the cabinets? Where did you get those boxes?" "Garth got them at the grocery store." Dad turned on me, wide eyed, unbelieving. "She made me. I'm going to my room." "Good idea." "JimBill, I cannot just sit here and do nothing all week, watching strangers move my possessions around. I've lived in this house for 45 years and this is tearing me apart." With that she started boohooing. My heart was breaking for her. I knew how she felt. I had been in this house for only 15 years but it was all my life. I put my arms around her. "See what you did? You made her start crying." "I thought you were going to your room. Garth, go get PopPop's driving license." "Why?" "I need them for their plane tickets. Mom and Dad are going to Margaret Jane's until after Labor Day. They are not going to give me a heart attack or a stroke over this move. Where is your pocketbook, Mom? She pointed to it on the counter top behind him. He handed it to her. "Get the license out for me, please, Mom." "I don't like this one bit." She found the wallet and pulled out the license. "Garth says you want my license. What for?" "You and Mom are going to Houston until after Labor Day. I'm calling for plane tickets. That's what for." He gave a hand signal for him to hand it over. Dad pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and found a business card and put it on the counter top and dialed the number from it. "Hey, Nick. This is James McIntyre. We met at Tribe about a month or six weeks ago. Yeah. I'm the fireman? 6 foot 6? Yeah now you remember. Listen you said to call if I ever needed anything and now I need some plane tickets to Houston. Yeah I know that's not what you had in mind. But can you get me two first class tickets to Houston on the next available flight? Ok I'll hold. "Mom, go pack a bag for you and Dad for a week. This will be a great trip for you and a lot less stress for all of us. Yeah, Nick. Noon? No, that's too soon. Got something this afternoon or evening? 4:20 direct Business class? That works. Here's the passenger info." At that point, he gave Nick Mingy and PopPop's personal information that Nick asked for. Dad gave him his credit card information. "Yeah, he is doing great, too. Gene. I know I told you we would and we will one of these days. Yeah soon. Ok, gotta go. Thanks a lot." "We need to be at the airport by 2, so we need to leave here by 12:30. Mom, pack only one bag for the both of you for less than a week. PopPop led Mingy by the hand to their room. "One more call. Hey, Sis. Surprise. I'm putting Mom and Dad on a plane at 4:20 headed your way until after Labor Day. What do you mean this is not a good time? It's just not a good time is not a good reason. This is moving weekend. Do you remember? Mom is driving me nuts by not staying out of the way. I'm paying the moving company top dollar to do everything and Mom won't chill out and stop bossing on this. David moved out. Why? Why did you tell him to? He actually told you that he's gay?Bobbymac is, too? How do you know that? True confessions, huh? Has Bobbymac gone back to school? And Laurabeth is at school, too? You are there by yourself?. All the more reason for Mom and Dad to come to Houston. Well, first off you don't need to be alone. Two, you need Mom for emotional support. And three, you need to listen to Dad for his rational support. You don't need to be making rash decisions at this point. Like have you thought about what a divorce would do your asset portfolio? Do you want to give away half of what you got from the sale of the farm. I didn't think so. You also told me that you were glad that you and David had quit sleeping together a few years ago. You also told me that being a mother is the most important thing in your life. I don't think that you want to blow that up. Well there is such a thing as a new normal. It can be worked out. Go to the grocery, load in for food the rest of the week and what you will need for a Labor Day cookout. Plenty of Bud for Dad and wine for you and Mom. A long weekend of talking it all out is what you need. Yeah, I know I'm right. Write this down. Southwest flight 2268 landing at 6:30 today at Houston Hobby. Send them back to me on Tuesday morning after Labor Day. Thanks, Sis. Good bye." "Jesus, can this get any crazier?" "Garth, come with me upstairs. Did you understand any of that?" "Yeah. Bobbymac has already told me." "I'm going to pack my bags and take my clothes and shit to Nashville. Grab a couple of boxes that you got for Mom. I'm not taking anymore time off since I have already had so much time off, I can't get anymore. I owe so many guys for working for me, I won't have another day off until after Christmas. So here is what I need for you to do. You are going to be in charge of this move. It'll be easy with Mom and Dad at Margaret Jane's. All you have to do is be here in case you are needed. The movers have their instructions. It's all written down here. If they deviate the least bit, call me." "Also, the new Fire Commissioner finally got the days off schedule approved by the Metro Council so we start after Labor Day working one 24-hour shift, followed with two 24-hour shifts off. But for this week, I work every day making up for my lost time off. Sorry Buddy, but I really need for you to step up and help me out." "No problemo, Dad. When do the movers get here?" "Don't know. Some time this afternoon. I wouldn't be surprised if they don't show up until in the morning. You just need to be here when they get here." Dad started emptying drawers into the boxes and luggage and I started taking his hanging clothes down to his truck. We finished about the time Mingy and PopPop said they were ready to go. He drove them to the airport in Nashville in Mingy's car. He told me he would come back for his truck after he got them off. Mingy was crying again as they drove off, knowing that this was the last time she would drive down to the highway from her house. The house was totally quiet. I called Tommy to see if they had left yet for Florida and a big Labor Day Family Weekend. There was no answer. I got the PlayStation hooked up to wait for Dad to get back from Nashville but not before hitting the kitchen to see what I could find. With three ham and cheese sandwiches, a family bag of chips and a two-liter bottle of Dr Pepper, I settled in front of the TV. All I needed to make it perfect was a butt to fuck. By 3 o'clock, I was tired of the gaming. I put on some running shorts and took off toward the Nashville Highway. The road was pretty deserted. The summer heat had broken early, it was almost pleasant. I made my turn at Sam's Diner and ran back to the farm. I worked up a great sweat but I had my water with me this time. As I was getting back close to the home, I could see a pickup parked on the drive just off the road. I jogged up to the driver's window that was down. An older guy about 25 or 30, maybe, was sitting behind the steering wheel. He was parked in the shade listening to music. "Hi. Can I help you?" He pulled his earbuds off. He looked me over. I saw lust in his eyes. "Do you live here?" "Yeah" "I am the advance driver and we are here to start packing and loading. Are you expecting us." "Yeah. I'm Garth McIntyre. Where is your truck? You got any ID?" The guy hesitated but pulled out his ID and picked up a clip board that had the invoice on it with the name of the moving company on the letterhead. "The truck is on the way. They are a little slower in the van than I am in the pickup. I'm suppose to meet James McIntyre." "He's my dad. He'll be back around 5 or 6. Drive up to the house and I will fix you something cold to drink." He nodded and followed me as I started to jog again. I waited as he got out of his pickup and walked over to greet me. He checked me out as I did the same with him. We shook hands. "I'm Jason and I'll supervise the packing and loading." I nodded just as I heard the air horn on the moving van. It was stopping on the side of the road. "I need to go down and help them back up here. Wouldn't want them doing any damage. Do you think that cattle guard will be ok with the weight of the truck? We can put boards down to get across." I shrugged and watched him as he walked back down to the road. He had on khakis that hugged his fine muscular ass. His shirt stretch across his shoulders and back. Nice shoulders, too. He had left his cap in his truck and his blond hair was even lighter in the sun. He walked with the confidence of a man in charge. I decided to follow to watch what was going on. "Hey, Professor. You been here long?" "About 20 minutes. Pull the two by tens out and put them over this cattle guard before you back in. Wouldn't want to do any damage when we pull out loaded." The van driver got in and started up. He pulled up and then started to back up. He was good. He maneuvered the moving van like it was a small car. He got the van all the way up to the house without having to pull forward even once. I could back the hay wagon with PopPop's tractor and he had recently taught me to back his fishing boat down a boat ramp but I sure couldn't back a tractor trailer like that. "Ok let's get started." All of us trooped in so Jason could see what needed to be done. "Anyone else here who will be telling us what to do?" "Nope, it's just me and I won't be telling you anything other than answering your questions, if you have any." "Sweet. Just the way I like it. Ok guys. You know the drill. Big items first that require no packing. When those are out of the way start packing items and then stack boxes in the living room. Those go on last." I went in the kitchen and got out four big iced tea glasses and filled them with ice and poured up some sweet tea. Three big guys came to the kitchen and got a glass of tea. I was still in my running shorts and shirtless. They all three checked me out. The other two left with their tea to start loading the truck. Jason and I leaned up against the kitchen counters and sipped our tea and talked a little bit. When he thought I wasn't looking he scoped out the front of my shorts. I scoped out his bulge, too but I didn't care if he saw me. Every so often I readjusted my cock and balls. Jason watched me and I just smiled. "So, do you have a preference as to which room or rooms will be the last loaded." "Well, I guess my room upstairs since I will be staying here. By myself. Until we pull out. And the den since that is where the TV is. In case I get bored." The whole time I was talking I was squeezing and pulling on my cock and balls absentmindedly. At least, I tried to make it seem like it. Jason was totally aware of me groping myself. "I need to hit the shower since my run. If you have any other questions or want anything, I'll be upstairs. I winked at him as I headed for the stairs. I left him in the kitchen." At the top of the stairs, I striped and threw my shorts and socks in the hamper. The shower felt great but I didn't linger. Clean and smelling like soap, I grabbed a towel and was drying my hair when I stepped out of the bathroom. Jason was watching me. He had taken his shirt off, as well. He had a mass of dark blond hair covering his big pecs and a happy trail leading into his pants right at his belt buckle. My cock started to rise. "I hope you don't mind. I don't want to get my shirt dirty." Jason watched my cock like he was in a trance. I pretended not to notice. But I did notice a wet spot under his bulge that was growing. "I need to show you something in my room." As I squeezed by Jason standing in the doorway, I let my hard cock slide across his bulge. His eyes closed and fluttered. I heard a very low moan. "I gripped my cock with my left hand, "Do you want this?" I put my right hand on his shoulder. He went to his knees. He took my cock in his hand and slowly made love to it, licking from my balls to my glans. Then he sucked just the head. The pre had started. He moaned again. "You like?" He just nodded his head without taking his lips off my cock. "Get out of those pants and I'll return the favor." He toed his shoes off and dropped his pants to the floor. His boxer briefs were next. His cock was standing straight out, all 7 thick inches of it. He dropped back down to his knees to continue his lovemaking with my cock. Jason sucked great cock and I was about to shoot. I push his head off my cock. I told him to "Lay back on the bed." I got between his legs, gripped his 7-incher and started doing to him what he had been doing to me. He was moaning and thrusting into my mouth. His pre tasted bitter, he was a smoker. I kept on sucking him then pulled off and rolled his legs up over his head. I wanted to fuck him. I attacked his hole and that brought out his vocabulary. "Oh shit. Keep going. Oh man that feels so good." I could tell his hole was opening up. I wet a thick finger and started a slow circular motion around the rosebud. That brought more moaning. I pushed in and got a "ugh" I spit on his hole and increased my probing with two fingers. While I was finger fucking him, I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. The sensory overload had him bucking on the bed. I put three fingers in my mouth to get them wet and spit on his hole to get him wet enough to take my three fingers. I was corkscrewing him to get him opened up enough to take my fat cock. With my left hand, I reached up to his right nipple and slowly started twisting. I felt his hole open up some more. "Hold the thought." I got up to go to the bedside table to get some lube. I got down between his legs. "How do you want to take this? On your back or on your stomach?" "This is good just like this with me on my back." "As you wish." I lubed up my very hard and thick 8 inches and shot some lube into his ass. "Here I come, ready or not." The head of my cock touched his little rosebud and it flinched. "Ok relax. Don't fight me on this." I slapped his ass and his hole opened up. "There you go. Nice." And it was nice as I slowly slid past his ring. "Ugh. Go slow, Man. I'm not used to this. At least, not as big as you are." "I'm going as slow as I can." I pulled all the way out to let him rest. "Thanks. Give me a second." "When I start again, push out like you are taking a dump." He did and I slid in smooth and easy. He grinned up at me. I let him get used to me and then I started a slow fuck. He was moaning like a whore. Not that I knew how a whore would moan. I thought of Barbara which nearly killed my mood. This was going to be a plain vanilla fuck. No passion, no kissing just a slow casual fuck. I really wasn't into this guy but I hadn't gotten off but once this morning so I needed to drop a load. But it was slow in coming. I don't know what was wrong with me. Jason started moaning and working his hips as we went along. Then he started the talk. "Oh fuck yeah. That's the spot. Just rub on that spot. Yeah that's it" He was flowing pre big time as he stroked his cock. "Oh yeah, I'm getting close." Then he unloaded with cum hitting him on his cheek. The contractions of his asshole put me over the edge. I didn't even feel it coming. It wasn't all that great an orgasm. I just wasn't all that into him. It was not much more than what I would feel when I jack off and not all that into it. I pulled out.There was some shit on my cock and went to the toilet to wash off my cock. Just then I heard Dad call out my name. "I'm up here. Be down in a second." Dad was checking out what the movers had done and was impressed. "You guys don't fuck around, do you?" Everything down stairs was packed in boxes of different sizes, all labelled as to which room the contents came from. The boxes were stacked in the living room since all the living room furniture had already been loaded on the van. "It's a good thing Mom isn't here. She'd be running the vacuum cleaner now that the furniture is out of the way. 'course that would be a waste of time and energy since this house will probably be torn down pretty soon." That was a knife to my heart. "Daaad" I whined. "You don't think they are going to assemble cars in this house, do you?" (As it turned out the house was not torn down. They fixed it up since it was on the edge of the property away from where they built the assembly plant. The house was on the west of the plant near the McIntyre Family cemetery. The house was converted into a conference center and lodge with four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a kitchen.) Jason joined us in the living room and I introduced them. "Mr. McIntyre, I figure we will work here until 8 or 8:30, then head out to get some supper and check in to a hotel in Franklin. We'll be back around 7 in the morning to finish loading. I think we will be ready to pull out of here around 12 or 12:30. The drop location is south of Nashville off Hillsboro Road, right?" "Yeah, that's right. The turn off is to the right at Harding Place and right again at Estes." "Will you be there to sign off for the delivery?" "No, Garth can do that. I'll be at work." "What kind of work do you do?" "I'm with Nashville Fire. Firefighter and EMT." "Wow. I'll bet you are impressive in your gear. Mind if I ask how tall you are? Not that you are not impressive when you are not in your gear" Dad smiled. "6-6" "I guess I need to get back to loading the van." "I have a question." "Yes, sir?" "Why do they call you professor?" "Oh, I have three years of college and they didn't graduate high school." Jason turned to go back to the kitchen as he did so Dad looked at the seat of his pants and saw the dark stain on his khakis where my cum was leaking out of his asshole. Dad looked at me with raised eyebrows. "I guess one of them fucks around." I shrugged and walked into the den to watch TV. Dad followed me. "I was going to go on back to Nashville but I don't think I will until the movers leave for Franklin. I don't want to leave you here with them." "Oh Dad. I'll be ok." "I'm not worried about you." The next morning the movers showed up right at 7:30 and by noon they were loading on the last boxes. I called Dad to tell him we were about to leave and to ask him how we were going to get PopPop's truck and Mingy's car to the new house. "You are going to drive the truck and Gene and I will get Mom's car tomorrow or Friday." "But I just have a learner's. I can't drive until I am 16." "One of the movers is going to ride with you. You just follow the van. You just have to have a licensed driver with you. You'll be ok. When you get to the new house, just have them start loading in. Do not unpack anything but your room. Do you understand? They are not to unpack anything. I don't want to hear Mom complain for the next ten years that she can't find anything. Oh yeah, have them put your bed together unless you want to do it by yourself." Dad and I hung up. I got the truck keys off the hook by the back door, looked around at the empty kitchen and locked and pulled the door shut. The van pulled out and stopped on the side of the road. Doug one of the movers walked down the drive and helped load the 2x10s back on to the van. While they were doing that, I got out and looked back up hill at the house that I had lived in all my life. In my mind's eye, I could see Pop-pop driving his tractor away from the barn over the rise down toward the creek and Shep my old dog that had died five years ago, barking and chasing along beside the tractor. I saw Mingy standing on the porch, waving good bye to me. I felt tears on my cheeks. When Doug, the mover who was going to ride shot gun with me, closed his door, I snapped out of my day dream. I wiped my face with my bandanna like I was wiping sweat off my face. "All set?" He said, "Yep. Do you know the way?" "Yep" I started the truck and pulled out of the drive and across the cattle guard for the last time, headed out to a new city, a new home and a new life. When we got to the new house, there were pick up trucks in the driveway and along both sides of the street. The signs on the sides of the trucks advertised a painter, an electrician, a security company, a swimming pool company and a cleaning service. The van parked in the middle of the street. Jason was talking to some folks in the driveway. I walked up and asked, "What's the deal, Jason?" "I was just telling this guy that we need to clear the drive so we can back up the van." "Is this going to be a problem?" "Not as far as I am concerned, I'm parked on the street, but I don't know who these belong to. I went to the gate to the patio and stuck my head in at the gate and yelled out, "Pool guy. You need to move your truck so we can get the moving van in." "Ok," came a voice from one of the three guys I could see. I went to the back door and went into the den. "Hey, painter and security service guy, please move your trucks so we can get the moving van up the drive, please." The painter and security guy walked past me to their trucks. The van backed in and all three movers started unloading. Everyone else kept at whatever their job was. It looked like a major construction site. Men moving around, working in every part of the house. The movers finished around 8:30 and I signed for them to leave. The electrician, painter, security guy and cleaning lady had already left but said they would come back in the morning to finish up. Every one left except one pool guy. He said if he could stay he would be able to finish up and not have to come back. He said he needed to check the pH in two hours before he left and make sure no seals were leaking. He wanted me to leave the filter running until he comes back on Tuesday. I should be able to get in the pool tomorrow afternoon if he could stay. "Please stay. This is my pool and I want to get in it as soon as possible. My name is Garth." "I'm John Thomas, JT. Good to meet you." JT was a gorgeous man. Obviously, from his massive chest, was familiar with free weights. About my height, 6"0, 195. Dark hair, nearly black and bleached some from being out in the sun everyday which also gave him a deep hairless tan. I would guess he was over 25 but not yet 30. He had on board shorts so I couldn't tell if he was packing heat. "I am starving. I hope there is something to eat in the house." "If not, we can run to Wendy's." "I'll look." Dad had loaded in some food. I pulled out a pack of hot dogs, buns, KFC cole slaw, chips, mustard, mayo, relish. A feast. I carried it all out to the patio. Then I saw that the grill was propane. "Oh shit the grille is propane. I've only ever used coals." "I'll show you. First we have to see if you actually have propane. Hey there is a gauge. Says you do." He turned the gas on at the bottle. Raised the hood, turned a few knobs, pushed a button and I heard the fire ignite. We both laughed, proud of ourselves. We put the whole package of dogs on the grill and put the lid down. We went back to the kitchen and found paper plates, plastic knives and forks, paper towels, a stash cokes and Sprites, potato chips in the pantry closet. "Dad is my hero, but did he get ice?" "What's this?" "Don't know. Never saw it before." JT opened the door. "It's an upright freezer." We yelled out at the same time."ICE." "We only need one more thing." I started opening cabinet doors, high and low and then I found what I was looking for-- Red Solo cups. We were set for a banquet. We carried it all out to the patio and set it on the table. Then, I went in to change into my swim suit. When I came out in my swim team yellow Speedo I got quite a reaction from JT. "Whoa man. When you said swim suit, I thought you meant like board shorts." 'This is all I have. This is my school swim team suit. It's this or nothing." "Well that is near nothing. But it's ok with me. Just surprised me." Then I noticed for the first time a whole set of patio furniture, two round glass-topped tables with umbrellas, a wrought iron dining table with six padded with cushions chairs, four chaise lounges and four sitting chairs around a glass-topped coffee table. Damn. An outdoor living and dining room. I wondered why I had not noticed them before, then I remembered why when JT said the dogs were ready. He had consumed all my attention. We ate like kings. "Beers would have been good, but I'm not complaining", he said. We went over to two chaise lounges and lay back rubbing our swollen bellies, because we had eaten four hot dogs each and a quart of Cole slaw between us, a family bag of chips each and four cans of Sprite each. JT got up to go check the filter pump. He came back, "Nothing leaking, the seals are holding. I was concerned since the pump has not been on all summer. I was afraid they might have dried out." "Did you do the pool service for the last people that lived here?" "Yeah, they were a cool family, well the twins and their dad. I made a point of not coming to work on the pool when she was here. The guys were really the cool ones." "How so?" "In the pool. The mister always let the twins skinny dip and even after the twins got older their dad would still skinny dip, too. And they made me strip, too. It was fun." "Is that why the privacy fence is 10 feet high?" JT laughed out loud. "Yeah exactly." "Ok now is the time for the total truth. This may mean that I lose this contract but it's now or later. Might as well be now." JT took a long breath. "I'm gay. It started out with the dad fucking me, then the twins saw us come out of the apartment. After the housekeeper moved out, it became a regular thing. Then the twins wanted it to be regular with them, too. Then in time, all three were fucking me every time I came out to service the pool. That's the ugly truth. I hope you are not upset." I got up from my chaise, hooked my fingers in the top of my trunks and slid them down in one movement. Garth Jr rared up in all his 9-inch glory, "Jesus Christ. Can I tasted that?" "Yeah, sure. Tell me what you think." JT scooted down to sit at the foot of his chaise and I approached him slowly. He took my cock in his right hand at the base and for the next few minutes he just got my cock wet with spit. First the glans, then with his tongue up and down the sides. Finally, after getting it slick and wet, he started to swallow me. He kept going down on me slowly until his nose hit my pubic bone. I was rising up on my toes. Then he tried to suck my balls out through my piss slit. This was not his first time to suck cock. I was impressed. My eyes closed and my head rolled back on my shoulders. He worked my cock until I was about to blow. "Woah, woah. I don't want to cum, yet. Get out of those shorts." I got up to let the chaise down flat. "Don't bother with that. We can use the apartment." He walked bared-assed over to the door to the apartment. Reach up to the ledge over the door, felt around and looked back grinning and holding a key. He unlocked the door and he walked into the bed room to the closet. There was a stack of blankets on the shelf. He pulled them down and we spread them on the living room floor making a nice pallet. "Come down here, Garth. We've got room for a nice 69 session." We certainly did have plenty of room. We edged each other several times until we both needed to finally cum. We filled each other's mouths. JT's was the sweetest cum I had ever tasted and I told him so. "I'm a vegetarian and it's mostly fruit and granola. But now I want you to fuck me when you are ready." "Yes, Sir. How do you like it?" "On my back so that I can watch your face while you and your monster cock invade my ass." "Just a minute" JT ran to the bathroom medicine cabinet and came back with KY lube. We grinned at each other as he handed me the lube. I squirted some on my finger and started smearing it around his hole. He moaned his pleasure. I squirted more on my two first fingers and slowly entered him, he relaxed and his moaning got a little louder. I turned my fingers from side to side to open him more. That called for more lube. Three fingers. His arms were above his head. The moans became aahhhs. More lube. Four fingers in a wedge. I pushed in up to the third knuckle, twisted my hand and then fucked him with my hand. "Ok, Garth, quit fooling around. Fuck me." I squirted lube on my cock that was now hard as a railroad spike and pulsing with every beat of my heart. I put more lube in my right palm and jacked myself to lube up even more. I was on my knees at his ass as I lifted his ankles up to my shoulders. I rolled him up on his shoulders. I applied a little pressure and he easily let me in. He was warm and soft satin as I slipped past his ring. I continued with easy pressure as I slowly entered him. He was tight. "God, you're tight." "With a cock like yours, anyone would be tight. Keep going.This feels amazing." I got to the 90 degree turn and took it slowly until he adjusted. I continued until I felt the resistance of the second ring. I held the pressure until the second ring gave up and I entered his colon. My hips were against his ass. I was all the way in. "Oh my god, I am feeling waves of pleasure and you aren't even fucking me, yet. Hold still and let me just enjoy this." I held still for him and watched his face and saw the pleasure he was having. "Ok. Fuck me as hard as you want. I'm not going to last long." I started slowly and worked up my pounding. A few minutes in and he was yelling. "Oh my god. Harder. Yeah. Harder." By this point, I was sweating buckets. Sweat off my face was falling on his face and in his mouth. Then I felt mine coming. That feeling started in my groin and I new I would not last long. Then he started his orgasm and I felt it in the length of his bowels. That pushed me over the ledge. We poured cum. Me inside him and he between us. I finally stopped after the longest and most powerful orgasm of my life. I collapsed on him and rolled off. We lay there together trying to catch our breaths. JT was the first to speak. "Wow. You were amazing." "You were pretty amazing, too. I need to get a shower in a minute to cool down." "Me, too. The shower in the bathroom is plenty big enough for two, Big Guy. Let me ask you something. Do you like to cuddle after an incredible fuck?" "Yeah, sure. But I usually don't. I don't know why." "Well, I like to and I like to fuck more than once. Turn over this way and be the big spoon." We both turned, my cock to his ass and I started to chub up immediately. "Sorry about the chub but your ass feels too good." "Umm, I'm loving this. And I love your chub. If you want to fuck me again, you can anytime you want. My chub turned to a full hard on. "We can shower after round two" I pulled my hips right up to his butt. My now raging hard on slipped below his taint. Between the sweat, the lube and cum from the first fuck he was already a slick as he needed to be. We held there as I slightly moved back and forth keeping hard and keeping his hole open from the first round. "Oh Garth, this is paradise. I could do this all night." "Me, too. Really, no reason not to, is there?" "What do you mean?" "Do you have someone who is expecting you to come home." "Oh. Nope not anyone. Just my job that I have to get to by seven o'clock." The next thing I remember is being awakened as the sunlight streamed in the window by a, "Oh fuck. I over slept. It's 6:30. Where are my board shorts?" "Out by the loungers." He jumped and ran to the pool deck. "You wanna get a shower first?" "Don't have time. I'll come by later today,if that's ok, to check everything out so you can get in the pool today and maybe round 2." He didn't wait for me to say ok. Twp minutes later I heard his truck start and tires squeal as he pulled out from the curb. I headed for the door into the family room and picked up my speedo first. I didn't put them on. The main thing on my mind was getting in my shower upstairs. I was looking forward to a quiet day with nothing to do but watch all the workers who were coming back to finish up. The front doorbell rang. I thought that it was too early for this. I put my speedo on over my piss hard on and went to answer it. I opened the door, but hiding my hard on behind it, expecting a worker or two from yesterday. But it wasn't. Standing on the porch was a brassy-redheaded woman with a very large rack that was about to explode out of her low cut top. She was in a very tight leopard print pants. She was wearing high heels with the long skinny heel that could be used as a lethal weapon. In those shoes, she was nearly as tall as my daddy. There was a man just as big standing behind her. I just stared. "Is JimBill here?" "No, mam." "Mr or Mrs McIntyre?" "No, mam." "Are you Garth Brooks McIntyre?" "Yes, mam. Who are you?" "I'm your Mother." ....to be continued