Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2018 23:07:11 +0700
From: Cofefe <mikemcalister100@gmail.com>
Subject: My Daddy Is A Nashville Fireman Chapter 6

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If you like reading my smut, give a donation to Nifty.org. or not. But if
you were a classy perv, you'd give a donation.

That said, here's chapter 6. Sorry it took me this long.
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I stood there hiding behind the door with my mouth gaping open staring at
her. I didn't know what to say.

"Can we come in?"

"My Dad's not here"

"I came to see you."

"Why?"

"You're my son. I want to talk to you and get to know you."

"You'll have to talk to my Dad and he's not here."

"When will he get here?"

"I don't know. Later."

I was trying to think fast as to what to do. She reached for the storm door
to open it and I reached faster and locked it.

"I think you need to leave and come back when my Dad is here."

"We can wait. Unlock the door so that we can come in."

The big guy with her reached around her and started shaking and pulling on
the door. I closed the wood door and locked it. I ran to the kitchen and
locked the door to the garage since the garage door was up. Then I ran to
the family room door to the patio and closed and locked it. I found my
phone on the kitchen counter and called Dad.

Dad answered on the second ring.

"You're up early. What's up?"

"Catherine is here."

"Who's Catherine?"

"Your ex-wife."

"WHAT? What's she doing there?"

"Trying to get in the house but I have locked all the doors. Where are you?"

"We just left the station. I'm on the way. Be there in 20 minutes. Is she
still trying to get in?"

"Yes, the big guy is trying to get through the storm door. Please hurry."

"What big guy?"

"The guy standing on the porch, standing behind Catherine. I don't know who
he is. We weren't introduced."

"Go upstairs to your room and stay there until I get there. I'm calling the
police and reporting a home invasion. Watch for the cops."

"Ok," I ran upstairs and got in the bathroom. I still needed a
shower--Badly. I still had TJ's and my cum on me. I looked in the bathroom
boxes and found a towel and turned on the water. There was soap out on the
sink so Dad must have showered yesterday before work. The shower was quick
and I went to my room to look for clothes to put on. I found a pair of
nylon basketball shorts and a tank top. I remembered my flip flops were out
by the pool. Shit. I could still hear them trying to get in. Now at the
kitchen door. I heard glass break. I closed and locked my bedroom door.

I heard sirens in the distance getting closer. I felt relieved. I heard
them on our street. Then, they stopped. I ran to Dad's room that looked out
over the front yard. The two cops were in the front yard with guns in their
hands. Both Catherine and the big guy were made to lie face down on the
grass. One cop checked the big guy for weapons and took a hand gun off of
him. I went downstairs to the front door and went out on the front porch. A
big muscle bound cop saw me and came over.

"Who are you?"

"Garth McIntyre. I live here."

"Who are these people?

"I don't know. I've never seen them before."

"She says that she is your mother."

"My mother abandoned me and my Dad before I was six months old. She may be.
I hope not."

"Why?"

"Would you want that to be your mother?"

He chuckled, "I guess not."

"Where is your Dad?"

"He said that he is on his way. He's a firefighter and just got off his
shift."

Just then he drove up and stopped in the middle of the street behind the
cop cars whose lights were still flashing. I noticed the workers had showed
up to finish up their jobs on the house. They were standing in a group in
the street at the end of the  driveway, watching to see what was going on.
Dad and Gene got out of his truck and walked up on the lawn to the cops who
were still talking to Catherine and the big guy.

The cop asked him, "Who are you?"

"I'm James McIntyre. This is my house. Catherine? Is that you? You look
like a fucking whore."

The big guy started at Dad but the cop put his hand on his chest and easily
stopped him. Good thing. Dad and Gene could have hurt the big guy.

"I want them off my property."

"I want to talk to my son."

"Like hell you will. Now get off my property. Garth, go back in the house."

The cop went back in the house with me. I was trying to think why this cop
looked so familiar.

"Tell me what happened."

I told him what had happened when I answered the door. He wrote down what I
told him.

Another two cop cars pulled up and stopped in the street. One cop walked up
to the group talking to my dad. He acted like he was in charge. My dad kept
telling them to get off his property.

Gene left the group and came to find me standing in the entrance with the
front door open so that I could see what was going on out front..

"Garth, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I am now. I didn't know what to do."

"You did the right thing. Hey, Steve, how are you doing?"

They shook hands.

"How do you know each other?"

"We compete in bodybuilding shows together."

I could see that. Both of them were huge. I got a tingle in my groin
looking at both of them. Then I remembered why the cop looked familiar. A
few weeks ago while I was running downtown on Broadway, he was working the
pedestrian traffic. I had to stop at a stop light and he had seen me in my
running shorts and had squeezed his package when he saw me scoping his
bulging crotch. I checked him out again as we stood there in the entrance.
He caught me again looking at his massive bulge. Again, he cupped and
squeezed his package. He winked at me when I raised my eyes to his. Gene
missed it. He had turned to look at the scene in the front yard. I started
to seriously chub.

"Gene, what do you think she wants?"

"Garth, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think her maternal
instincts have just kicked in after 15 years. My guess, when it comes to
women, is money. That is always primary on every woman's mind. I suspect
that she has probably heard that your grandfather sold the farm for a good
price."

"Barbara probably told her about that. Last time I talked to Barbara, she
asked me how much PopPop got when he sold it."

"Who's Barbara?"

"Catherine's best friend from high school. She still lives in Spring
Hill.They have kept up with each other ever since."

The cop standing with us, started to the front door, "Gene, it looks like
they are going to be arrested. I better go out to see if I am needed."

He turned back to Gene, "Hey, we still need to get together again some
time. You and James are amazing. I mean that."

"Yeah, sure. We'll have a cookout on my patio. Just a private party."

"Sounds good. My mouth is watering already." The big cop winked at Gene as
he pushed the door open.

Catherine and her big friend were cuffed with their hands behind their
backs and were being put into the back seats of two separate patrol cars.
As they were taken away, Dad came toward the front door. I went out on the
front porch to meet him. He put his arms around me. He whispered,

"Are you ok, Son."

I nodded into the side of his neck.

"What does she want?"

"She says that she wants you or joint custody, at least. But I doubt that.
I think what she really wants is money. We'll find out in time"

"Dad, I don't even want to be in the same room with her. Can you keep her
away from me?"

"Yeah. I can do that. I need to call John Pumphrey."

Gene asked, "Who is John Pumphrey?"

"He was my young lawyer who handled our divorce divorce 15 years ago. He's
Judge Pumphrey now. He still lives in Spring Hill"

Dad took out his phone and found Judge Pumphrey on his speed dial.

"Judge, I'm surprised you answered. This is James McIntyre. Are you there
by yourself? Working over the holiday weekend? <pause> OK John it is. Well,
I'll get straight to the point, John. My ex, Catherine, you remember her,
showed up at my front door this morning with a thug enforcer and tried to
break into my house. Garth was here by himself and they scared the shit out
of him. <pause> When did Dad tell you that we would probably be hearing
from her? <pause> Oh. Well she's here and wants custody of Garth. <pause>I
know it's the money she really wants. But right now, can we get a
restraining order against her? <pause> She and her thug are in jail right
now for attempted home invasion. She'll probably bail out but I don't want
her on my doorstep again. <pause> How long will that take? <pause> So when
she gets out of jail, she will be served. <pause> Ok that is a huge relief.
What do we do now? <pause> I don't know if I can relax. I'm off today but I
go in tonight and work Saturday, Sunday and Labor Day. <pause> Oh so it
will be Tuesday at the soonest. <pause> That's great. Ok, man, I feel much
better now. Thank you, John. <pause> Talk to you on Tuesday. Good bye."

Gene and I had listened to Dad's end of the conversation and we both
breathed a sigh of relief.

"Garth are you going to be all right for Gene and me to go get Mom's car
back at the farm? We'll take Dad's truck so we can bring back the Jon Boat
and the trailer. I want to get everything finished down there before
anything else happens. I'd take you with us but I need you here with the
workers. Oh Shit. Where are they?"

He went to the front door and looked out. They were still standing down at
the end of the driveway.

"I forgot my truck is still in the middle of the street. I need to move my
truck. Good thing we live on a cul-de-sac."

They followed his truck up the driveway and walked up to the house, filed
in and gathered in the living room.

"I guess I owe you an explanation to calm your nerves. We have some family
issues to deal with but not this weekend. You will be safe working here
today so don't worry. Just try to finish your work so that you can enjoy
your Labor Day weekend. I am going to run an errand that will take me until
about noon, then I'll be back. Garth will be here to answer any of your
questions. Thanks for not running off when the po po showed up with their
guns drawn. Any questions? Ok, I'll see you around noon, if you are still
here."

The meeting broke up and everyone got busy with their jobs.

"Garth, are you sure you are going to be ok?"

"Sure. Knowing they're in jail is a relief. Plus all these people here make
me feel better, too."

"Ok, Gene and I are going to head out so that we can get Mom's car and the
boat. We'll get back here, hopefully, by around noon. What are you going to
do?"

"I need to unpack my room and also clean up the patio. I used the grill
last night and fell asleep before I cleaned it up. I'll be fine. The pool
guy said he would come back around 2 for the last check on the pool before
he signs off the job."

Dad and Gene left in PopPop's truck. I went out on the patio and started
cleaning up. Then, I went into the apartment where JT and I had our party
and we ended up sleeping. I folded the blankets and put them back in the
closet where JT had gotten them. I put the KY back in the bathroom, so I
would know where to find it the next time.

I got a plastic garbage bag out of the kitchen and started throwing away
the trash from last night's dinner. After that quick clean up, I went
upstairs to start on my room. I had finally stopped shaking from all the
excitement earlier, when my phone rang. It was PopPop.

"Hey, PopPop, how are you and Mingy?"

He was calling to check on the move and I told him everything. I filled him
in on all the workers in the house finishing up their jobs and the pool guy
was coming back at 2 to finish the pool so that I could take my first swim.
I told him about Catherine and that she was in jail until Tuesday. Also
about the restraining order. He asked about John Pumphrey and I told him
that Dad had already talked to him. He said he and Mingy would be coming
back to Nashville on Tuesday. I assured him that I was ok and for them to
have a great Labor Day. I didn't tell him that I would be spending the
holiday alone. I was not looking forward to that. We hung up.

"Excuse me." It was the security guy.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"I've finished the installation and I am ready to show you how it works. Do
you want to come with me?

We went to the kitchen panel by the back door that had the broken window.

"If the system had been on when that window was broken, a very loud siren
would have gone off that could have been heard a half a mile away and our
control room would have been notified. An operator would have immediately
called the three numbers, starting with the primary number, that your Dad
gave us until we reached someone. If we could not reach anyone, the police
would have been dispatched."

Then he showed me how to check and control all eight cameras outside that
cover the perimeter of the house. He also showed me how to activate the
motion sensors on each of the four sides of the house. When the sensors are
on, any motion will activate the speakers under the eaves of the house that
broadcasts the sound of a shot gun shell being loaded into the chamber. The
idea is to encourage a prowler to leave the property immediately. That
switch is to be turned on only when someone is at home and no one is
expected to visit.

The security guy gathered up all his equipment and tools, loaded them into
his panel van. That left only the painters and house cleaners to finish up.
It was nearly 11am and I realized I was getting hungry.

As he started to leave he handed me four remote devices that can lock and
unlock all of the outside doors, open and close the three garage doors and
turn on and off the security system.

He attached to the control panel a sticker with his company phone number on
it. Tell whoever answers the number on the sticker who you want to speak
to. You can reach a tech if there is a problem with the system or a
security tech if there is any other problem.

He handed me a manual saying, "This has everything I just told you. Keep
this here near the control panel."

I signed his work order so that he could leave. As he was going out the
door, the house cleaners came to tell me they had finished all their work,
as much as they could with all the boxes on the floors in each room. That
left only the painters who were finishing up the outside trim.

I decided to hook up the tv in the family room and realized that Dad had
not called for cable service. I was calling Dad when he and Gene walked in
the back door in the kitchen.

"Dad, did you remember to call the cable company for service?"

"No, I called a dish company who will be out to install on Tuesday. They
were backed up with orders and couldn't get here before Tuesday. You can
still hook up your game boxes."

"Dad, I'm getting hungry. I haven't even had breakfast."

"What do you want? Burgers, pizza, or what?"

"Yes, both, I'm starved."

"Ok, I'll call for a pizza and while you wait here for the delivery, Gene
and I will make a run for burgers at Wendy's at the Mall. You stay here to
wait on the pool service. Sound like a plan? Gene, do you want to run over
to your house to check on anything?"

"Naw, it can wait 'til we get back."

Dad called to order the pizza. While he was placing the order, my phone
rang in the kitchen. When I answered, it was Steven Michaels. The guy who
was going to be my big bother at school when it started up on Tuesday. I
didn't remember his name and he had to remind me who he was. He said he was
home alone all weekend and that if I wanted to, I could come over and we
would hang out. I told him that  he could come over and we would swim. I
gave him our address. He said he would be there at two or two thirty.

Before Gene and Dad left to get the burgers, I told him that Steven was
coming over. He was cool with that and they left. He turned back and
stopped in the door to ask me to unpack his bedroom upstairs. The movers
had put his bed together but that was all they had done. All the furniture
was in place but there were still boxes to empty and his stuff to put away.

"Sure, I'll do that."

That was what I was doing when the doorbell rang. The pizza was there. My
god, was he going to feed an army? I guess he got enough to feed me all
weekend. That was fine. I love pizza hot or cold. And when it gets stale, I
can revive it in the microwave. I had the food situation taken care of but
I was not looking forward to being by myself Saturday, Sunday and Labor
Day. This was going to be a first for me.

I had finished half of one of the pepperoni pizzas when Dad and Gene got
back with sacks of burgers, baked potatoes, salads, fries and chili. They
had also stopped at the grocery and bought 2-liter bottles of Coke, Sprite
and Dr Pepper. I was set. I just wished that I had a friend to share it
with.

"Do you think you bought enough food?"

"Gene and I have not eaten all day, either. Plus there will be plenty of
leftovers for you tomorrow and maybe some on Sunday. After we eat, Gene and
I are going to get cleaned up and take a nap before we go into work at 6
this evening. So let's eat. Gene, you better grab some food before the
Beast eats it all."

"Dad, I haven't gotten your room straightened and your stuff put away, yet."

"That's ok. I'll catch some zzzzs at Gene's. I have some uniforms there,
too, so don't get in a rush to get my room straightened up."

After we demolished two more boxes of pizza, Dad and Gene left to go across
the driveway to Gene's for a nap. I am sure they planned a little bit of
man-to-man activity to help them sleep. I thought that I would sure love to
watch that bit of action.

Just as I got the kitchen cleaned up, I heard a knock at the door. It was
JT.

"Hey, I'm on my lunch break, so I thought I would run by and get your pool
opened. As hot as it is, I'll bet you are ready for some swimming."

"You got that right. Do you want some pizza or a burger. I've got plenty."

"No, that's not what I am hungry for."  JT grinned a nasty grin and worked
his eyebrows in a provocative way. "But first, I need to check the pH in
the pool and then take another look at the filter pump."

We went to the patio that was now in the full sun. The water was sparkling
clear and looked like drinking water. The pump was running so there were
eddies on the surface."

"JT, how hot do you think it is today?"

"Just heard on the radio coming over that it's 93 and going to 95 by three
o'clock. It may hit 100 tomorrow."

"I know where I am going to be all weekend."

JT finished with the chemicals and looked up at me watching him. "Perfect.
All set for a swim. Now to check the pump."

As he walked around to the pump behind the apartment, I striped off my tank
top and shorts and dove in. When I surfaced I was sputtering.

"Jesus, this is cold."

"It's not really. It just feels that way. The pump is good, also. Keep an
eye out for leaks and call me if you see any. Let me show you where to look
and how to turn the pump on and off."

I climbed out of the pool and got the reaction I was looking for from JT.

"Holy shit. Nothing bashful about you, is there?"

"There was nothing bashful about you last night, either. Are you going shy
with me now?"

At that, JT started to strip and drop his clothes on the pool deck. I
followed him to the pump and he explained how the pump works. He promised
to come back often to refresh my memory.

When we got back around to the pool, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him
toward the pool.

"No wait. I don't have time for a swim and for you to also plow my ass.
It's one or the other. Your choice."

I pulled him to the front door of the apartment. The door was still
unlocked.
I pushed him in and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I was fully
hard and dripping. I slid my cock between his hairy butt cheeks and poked
at his hole.

"Damn, you are one horny kid. Where are the blankets we used last night.
And the lube?"

"You get the blankets out of the closet and I'll get the lube out of the
bathroom."

There was no furniture in either the living room or the bedroom or in any
part of the apartment, so he spread the blankets as he did last night.

"Oh man, I am so needing this. I've been thinking about your huge cock in
my ass all morning long. Let's make this quick. I have three stops to make
this afternoon and I will be working til after the sun goes down."

"Ok, how do you want it. Your choice."

"Doggy the first time and then I want you to stay in me til you get hard
again and then I rotate on your cock so that I am on my back and my knees
are in my ears."

"Sounds like a plan. Get down on your all fours and I will get you lubed
up."

I squirted the KY on to my fingers and started with two fingers because I
knew he could take it. I smeared his hole and easily probed with two
fingers.

"Oh yeah, Garth, that's good. Go ahead, work your magic."

"Really? You're ready?"

"Yeah, I've been ready all morning."

I got down on my knees behind him. I was hard as a railroad spike and
dripping like a leaky faucet. Smearing my pre on his hole got the first
moan.

"We don't have time for a rim job, so just push in. Be easy, though, I am a
little sore from the pounding you gave me last night."

I push against his hole. He push out and back. I popped through his outer
ring. He grunted and I paused to let him get use to it. Then he nodded and
said to go for it. I started a slow push. His hole was as sweet and soft
and tight as it was last night.

"Oh man, you have the biggest and hardest cock I've ever felt. Keep going."

I bottomed out and stopped to let him adjust.

"All my internal organs from my asshole to my lungs are trying to make room
for your massive cock. I think I am ready. Fuck me like you did last night,
Hot Shot."

I slowly pulled out leaving just the head of my cock in him and then a
little faster back in.

"Oh yeah, that's the way."

"Are you still sore?"

"Yeah but don't worry about it.  It'll be all good. Show me what you've got
left over from last night."

I drove back into him as hard as I could. He gripped the blankets under him
in his fists.

"Oh god. You still have a lot of steam in that piston. Don't make love to
me. Fuck my ass. I know you like pounding me."

I did. I released all restraints. I pounded him senseless. My sweat was
pouring off my face onto his back and ass. I was getting soaked myself from
my exertion. My cock in his ass felt like heaven. This was the best fuck of
my life. I've never fucked any one who could take my size, pounding as hard
as I could. I was enjoying myself totally and expecting him to tap out. But
he didn't. He actually started pushing back when I pushed in. We had a
great rhythm going. His hole felt too good. I knew this would not last much
longer.

"JT, I'm about to cum."

"Breed me deep."

He slid his feet down to lay on his stomach. I followed him down with my
cock still in his ass.

When I felt the cum boiling up, I pushed in as far as I could and just let
it rip.

"Oh yeah that's the way I want it. Deep as you can."

Then I felt his ass ring pulsing on my cock. He was coming underneath
himself on to the blanket. Man, that was a sweet orgasm.

We lay there trying to breathe. Soaked in sweat.

"Don't pull out. Just stay like this until you get hard again. Shouldn't
take long."

I realized I was laying with all my full weight on him so I tried to use my
toes to lift up.

"Un uh. You're not too heavy. I'm a big boy. I can take it. Lay still."

I relaxed on to his back and ass. Soon our breathing was in sync as we
returned to normal. He started to squeeze his ass muscles around my cock.

"Oh are you ready to go again?"

"Yeah I need another good pounding, but it needs to be quick. I've got to
get back to work."

I don't know why, but my mind went to Dad and Gene. I imagined them laying
in bed with Dad's cock in Gene's ass, like I was with JT. I immediately
went hard.

"Whoa, here we go, cowboy. I want to rotate on your cock to where I am
laying on my back and you between my legs. Pull up on to your knees and I
will go with you to my knees back to the doggy position. Then sit back on
your ass but don't pull out. We couldn't do this if you didn't have a fat
nine inch cock. Now, I will sit in your lap with my back to your chest. Lay
back to where you are laying flat on your back. I will sit on your cock
facing your feet. Now I am going to rotate on your cock to face you. Then,
I'm going to lay back while you sit up until we are in the missionary
position. Ready? Go."

It worked like a charm. I had to pull my legs out from under JT which was
the toughest part of the maneuver. It was crazy but fun. A couple of times
I thought I would slip out but I pushed back in when I felt it. Now we were
where I could put his legs on my shoulders, my favorite position.

We chuckled at ourselves. I started slowly with just my hips. That sweet
feeling of my cock sliding in and out of his velvet hole made my eyes roll
back in my head. Using my own cum as lube, set me on fire.

The fucking was intense. No fancy acrobatics just sensual fucking. JT was
enjoying my cock as much as I was. He was smiling up at me and encouraging
me with moans and 'oh yeahs', 'that's the spot' 'harder, you fucking
monster', 'show me what kind of man you are'.

I took hold of his cock and started jacking him. That turned him into a
horn dog. He was pumping his hips trying to cum into my hand. Then he
pushed my hand away and began to wank with his own hand. His eyes opened
and he looked into mine. His eyes bore into mine. He smiled.

"Here it comes, Hot Shot."

And cum he did. The first shots went over his head then those following
were less power full but quite a lot flowed. I lost count of how many
because his butt hole went into spasms that caused me to unload into him.
That was a very powerful orgasm. It felt like even my balls were going to
come out of the end of my cock. The muscle spasms of my orgasm actually
hurt for a minute. Then the pleasure swept over me and I collapsed onto his
chest. He eased his legs down and around me. We lay there trying to catch
our breaths.

My cock was still in his ass. As I started to lose my hard on, I slipped
out but I still had to raise my hips to get completely out of him. Even
soft, but not completely soft, I still had a massive piece.

"Hold on." He sat up and reached for my cock and held it as he went down on
me. He took me in his mouth and started cleaning me up.

"JT, you are one nasty fucking pig."

He looked up into my eyes and smiled, a shit eating grin. Literally.

He finished and jumped up. Taking me by the hand to pull me up he said,
"Let's get in the pool to cool down."

The pool is only a few steps outside the front door of the apartment. The
water was cold but very refreshing. We swam and fought trying to dunk each
other. I guess we were making a lot of noise. I looked up and there was
Steven looking down at us from the pool deck.

Steven's arrival stopped the horse play.

"I need to get going, if I want to get all my pools taken care of." JT said
as climbed up onto the deck. "I am going to grab a quick rinse off in the
apartment."

"Hey, Steven. Glad you could make it." I swam to the side of the pool and
pulled myself up and out. "Have you had lunch?"

"Yeah, I've eaten." He was distracted watching me struggled to put on my
nylon basketball shorts over my wet ass. I managed but not without putting
on a show of stuffing my cock down into my shorts.

"Who's your friend?"

"JT? He's the pool guy. He just now got the pH where it needs to be and
made sure the pump is working right before the weekend. Good thing. It
would be a long weekend here by myself without being able to use the pool."

"Do you always swim in the nude with the pool guy?"

"I don't know about the always part. This is the first time I have been in
the pool. We just moved in yesterday. But, I like to skinny dip anytime I
can, as long as my grandmother isn't around. You've never skinny dipped?"

"I did once, at a nude beach in the South of France but not ever here in
the States."

"Too bad. It's a lot of fun. Feeling the water circulate around my balls is
the best. I love it. You said you are staying by yourself this weekend?"

"I am by myself all the time. My parents work in Europe. My Dad is in
Washington but is back and forth to London where we used to live. My Mom
lives in Washington but spends more time in France. Since they are not in
one location long enough for me to live with either one of them, they have
parked me here in Nashville, so that my uncle can keep an eye on me. I
rarely see him since I don't live with him. I am in my parent's house in
Belle Meade by myself and the housekeeper."

I started to ask him if he wanted to hang out with me this weekend since I
will be by myself, too. But I wanted to see if we were really going to be
friends. There was just something about him that I was not sure of.

"Do you want something to drink? I am parched."

I got up to go into the house and Steven followed.

JT came out of the apartment, dressed for work.

"Call me if the pump starts to leak. Let the pump run over night tonight
but turn it off tomorrow night when you go in. Call me if you need anything
else. I will be on-call all weekend."

He winked at me and let himself out. He came back a couple of minutes later.

"Is this your bike?" He asked Steven.

"Yeah."

"Nice bike, Man."

"Thanks."

JT left with a nod to me.

I fixed our drinks in red solo cups and headed back out to the pool deck.
We sat at the tempered glass top table. Steven put on his sun glasses since
we were sitting in the full sun. His shades hid his eyes. They made him
hard to read as we talked. I couldn't even tell if he was looking at me
when he spoke.

"When are you going to start emptying boxes? Your house looks like a wreck."

"Dad said to leave it for Mingy to do. He said he didn't want to listen to
her complain when she couldn't find anything."

"Who's Mingy?"

"My grandmother. My Dad's mom. I call her Mingy since I couldn't say
grandmother when I was little. It stuck."

"Weird. You can say grandmother now."

"Calling her Grandmother now would be weird to me and her, too I guess. My
cousins do call her Grandmother but that doesn't seem weird. What do you
call your grandmother?"

"I never knew none of my grandparents. My parents are old enough to be my
grandparents. This is a nice house in a nice part of Green Hills. What does
your dad do?"

"He's an EMT/Firefighter with the Nashville Fire."

"Really? I didn't know Metro paid so well."

I didn't like the direction this conversation was taking.

"Wanna get in the pool? It's hot as fuck sitting here in the sun."

"I didn't bring a suit."

"You don't need one. It's just you and me here. My grandmother won't be
back 'til Tuesday and that will be the end of skinny dipping. I'm going to
now, though. Sit here in the sun if that is your choice."

I got up and peeled my shorts off and dove in the pool. When I came up from
my dive, I turned back to Steven. He was thinking about it.

"Do you shower after rugby practice with your clothes on?"

He stood up and undressed. He folded his shirt and shorts and even his
boxer briefs. I was treading water and watching him, smiling the whole
time. He had a nice body like a rugby player should. Stocky muscular and
kind of hairy. I had already noticed his very hairy legs. Nice calves and
big quads. Steve was about my size, 6-0. He obviously worked out in the
weight room. Broad shoulders, better than average guns. No gut on him at
all but not a six-pack, either. He did have a cute treasure trail from his
navel into his full black bush which hid his slightly chubbed uncut cock.
Not impressive but still respectable. When he turned to put his folded
clothes on the table what I saw made up for all his average but decent
attributes. His perfectly hard, round, white as snow ass was to die for.
Smooth as a baby's. As hairy as he was everywhere else the smooth ass was a
surprise. Nice but still a surprise. I went instantly full on hard. The
other thing about Steven was that he was Hollywood handsome. Handsome
enough to be a model if he weren't so stocky muscular. I wondered if he had
a girlfriend.

"Hey, Steven." I asked after he dove in and came up for air.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No why? Do you?"

"No, but I am just a kid."

"So you are a virgin?"

"No, I didn't say that. I still don't have a driver's license. Plus all of
the girls at Spring Hill knew about my monster cock and they said that they
would never go near my ten-foot pole. The woman who punched my virgin card
was 35 years old."

"A child molester. Sounds hot."

"I guess. What about you? Virgin or not?'

"Not. My first was with my nanny in London, while my parents were out of
the country when I 15. We had a regular thing going on until my parents
found out and they fired her."

"Did you get in trouble?"

"Why would I get in trouble. She was the adult."

"How did they find out? Did they catch you at it.?"

"No. I told my Dad to piss him off. He was fucking her, too. He was pissed
at me for a few days, but what could he say."

"But you're not dating in Nashville?"

"Sure I am." He held up his right hand out of the water.

I laughed out loud.

"Motherfucker, you're dating my girlfriend."

"No, I wouldn't do that. I'm dating her sister."

I swam over to the edge of the pool and picked up a nurf football and
soaked it. I threw it to Steven. He had to jump to catch it. A game of
pitch and catch was on until the gate opened and Dad and Gene walked in.

"How's the water?"

"It's great. Dad, you remember Steven who is going to be my big brother at
school this year?"

"Yeah. Nice to see you, again, Steven. Steven, this is my friend Gene
Cannady. They waved and nodded at each other."

"Dad, what time is it?"

"It's about 3:30, why?"

"You have time for a swim. After Mingy gets home there won't be anymore
skinny dipping. Now is your chance."

"Are you two skinny dipping?"

"Yeah and the water is fine."

"Steven, how old are you?"

"Eighteen. Why?

"Just wondering."

Dad and Gene looked at each other trying to decide what to do. Gene nodded
first and started stripping. He left his clothes in a pile on the deck.

Gene is definitely a sight to behold. I had never seen him without clothes
on and as amazing as he is fully clothed he is breath-taking nude. He is
shaved completely hairless except his eyebrows. Head, arms, chest, pits,
crotch and legs all shaved smooth. He definitely had a huge cut cock to
match his 6-2 competitive bodybuilder body but not having any pubes made it
look massive.

When Gene dove in, Steven turned to look at me and I read his mind. He
could not believe what he had just seen. Then I heard Dad's belt buckle hit
the top of the table where he was leaving all of his clothes. I turned to
look behind me. I had not seen Dad naked since we use to take showers
together when I was a kid back home in Spring Hill.

Since then, for several years now, Dad and Gene had trained together. Now
with Dad's 6-6 height, he had filled out with some very impressive muscle.
Most noticeable were his shoulders that were the size of bowling balls that
topped his upper arms that measured at least 22 inches. His chest was
developed also to a massive size, maybe 56 or 57 inches. His pecs were two
huge plates capped by his nipples the size of a man's pinky finger. The
pecs were so huge his nipples pointed straight down to the ground. All of
that was covered in jet black hair neatly trimmed, supposedly by Gene.

But his cock was what was jaw dropping about Dad. Soft it hung well below
his low hanging balls. It was at least 8 inches--soft. When he walked it
would swing like a pendulum there was that much thickness to it. He dove in
and swam over to Gene and tried to dunk him but Gene slipped away.

Steven threw a soaked Nurf ball at me that caught off guard, I got hit in
the head. That brought me back to earth. I found the other Nurf ball
floating and the battle of the Nurf balls was on. Dad and Gene left us to
our battle. The battle evolved into a body to body struggle to dunk each
other. My advantage was my bulk. Steven tapped out after I nearly drowned
him. With all the body contact, I had grown a full hard on. Brushing
against Steven I felt he had, too.

"We need to stop."

"Why?"

"Because you are poking me with your cock. I'm not gay."

"Oh, I thought you are."

"No, I'm not but I think you are, McIntyre."

"Yeah? What makes you think so?"

"One. You were swimming nude with your pool boy and you both were chubbed
up like I interrupted something when I came in. Two, you got hard when we
trying to dunk each other."

"So did you."

"And three, your Dad and his friend are gay as well."

"What makes you think that?"

"I'm not fucking blind. I saw how they are with each other."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"I don't have to prove anything to believe it. The only question in my mind
is how gay are you."

"Unless you are wanting me to butt fuck you, it doesn't matter what you
believe. Does it?"

"I told you that I am not gay. And since I am your big brother this year at
school, I'll keep your secret. I'll be at Harvard next year so your secret
is safe with me."

That told me right then, that my secret was not safe with him. But if he
does out me at school, I have a surprise for him. I don't care. As far as I
am concerned, I am already out.

After a few more minutes, Dad and Gene got out to go inside to find
something to eat before they left for work.

Steven and I got out a little later to lay on the chaise to let the sun dry
us. We talked about school and what I should expect. Tuesday will just be
introductions with a few assignments. Some of the teachers will have a
syllabus to hand out. Some assholes will give homework assignments. We made
plans to meet up at school before class on Tuesday.

"Garth, what time is it?"

I looked at my watch, "Five after five."

"Ok, I'm going to head out."

"Do you want to stay and eat? I've got plenty."

"Naw, I've got things to do and people to see."

"Do you want to come over tomorrow? It's going to be hot as fuck. We can
stay cool here in the pool."

"Yeah, that's good. What time?"

"Will you be up by noon?"

"Yeah.  I'll come over about noon."

We got up and put on our clothes. I walked him out to his bike."

"Oh fuck. Your bike is dope. A Kawasaki crotch-rocket. Jesus that is so
fucking hot."

"Do you want a quick ride to the end of the block and back."

I just grinned. He got on and started the bike. I climbed on behind him. I
was so excited I was throwing some serious wood. He took off like a shot
and I held on to his waist for dear life. We weren't gone five minutes.

"I've got to get one of these."

Steven smiled, nodded and was off like he had been shot at.

I went inside. "Dad, did you see Steven's bike?"

"Yep."

"I've got to have one."

"James, I told you he would want one."

"Well, Dad?"

"I'll think about it."

"What's to think about?"

"I need to think about whether I am ready to go to your funeral."

"I'm not old enough for a car, but I can get bike license. Then no one will
have to drive me to school and back. Right?"

"I don't like this one bit."

"Dad, you do realize that you are starting to sound like Mingy?"