Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2018 19:43:00 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Post Deployment Dad, Part 1

Hey Guys.

I appreciate all the feed back for the last couple of stories I was working on.
Probably get back to that some day, "Uncle's Trailer" & "Trailer Park Heat".

I guess I lose interest in the stories when you guys seem to lose interest.
The more emails the more it keeps me going. So given that my mind has been
wrapped around the following scenario. I hope you enjoy it.

I'm not your father. You know the laws in your states. You know the
chances of diseases. But live your life how you want to on your terms.
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Post Deployment Dad, Part 1

"Joshua, Let's get going. Your Dad's plane will be in at around noon.
The we'll grab lunch before coming back." Grandpa said.
Grandpa is Richard Carrigan, I call him Pa, he's my dad's dad. Pa and
I live outside of Covington, Louisiana. It's in the house my dad grew
up in. We have a 30 acres of land that Pa and Grandma lived on since
they inherited it from Pa's father.

"Coming" I said, pulling my shorts over my jock. My name is Joshua
Carrigan. The son of Jason Carrigan. I'm 17 and it's the summer before
my Senior year in high school. St. Paul's School, a private Catholic
school, boys only. Same school my dad went to. I'm on the wrestling
team and the baseball team at school. I'm also a nerd. If my grades
stay the way they are I'll graduate top in my class. I've tried to
make Pa proud so he wouldn't have to worry about me. And especially
since he's footing the bill for tuition. I'm popular in school but
it's only because of the sports I play. I prefer to be a bit of a
loner. I accomplish more that way.

My dad is coming back from an eight year stint in the desert. He's
been all over the middle east. First Iraq, then Afghanistan. First
Sergeant Jason Carrigan of the United States Marines. He's been in the
Marines for 18 years. We didn't hear from him for a while and then a
year ago he was hurt. I don't know much about the details but he spent
a lot of time in the hospital and then in therapy. Pa doesn't seem to
know much either. Or at least that's what he tells me. We were
contacted when he went into the hospital. Pa was so torn between
wanting to go and then having to stay here with me.

Pa already told me to be prepared for dad to be different. I didn't
know if he meant physically or what. But I feel like I barely know my
dad anyway. He left when I was 8. Came back for the funerals when I
was barely ten. He stayed with us for a month but then had to go back.
He's only been back twice since then and it was only for a few short
days each time. Once at Christmas and once during a summer about 4
years ago.

The funerals. A year after dad was deployed Mom and Grandma were in a
car accident. Both of them died immediately. We were all devastated.
Especially my dad. That is why he hasn't been back much. Seemed like
he needed the Marines to cope with it all. When he did come back those
few times he was distant with both me and Pa. Pa always reassured me
that it had nothing to do with me. That it was what my dad was working
through. He needed time.

As you can expect I'm closer to Pa than dad. We're so close that Pa
told me once, about a year ago, that it didn't matter who I loved as
long as I was always respectful and kind. I asked him what he meant
and he said, "Son, I know that you have no interest in girls, but that
is who you are. I love you unconditionally."

How he knew that I'll never know. Going to an all boys school takes
away most of the contact with girls anyway. But my friends are always
going over to Covington High School to try to meet girls. I rarely go
with them. Pa's right. I have little interest. But I wasn't sure what
I was interested in. I guess it was boys or men but no one has really
flipped my trigger yet.

So we took the 45 minute trip to the airport in New Orleans. Louis
Armstrong International. Dad took a train from Landstuhl, Germany
where the hospital is and then took a flight out of Saarbrucken,
Germany stopping in Atlanta before arriving in New Orleans. Pa said it
was at least a 14 hour flight after about an hour on the train.

The last time I saw my dad he was the typical strapping Marine with
the high and tight hair cut, broad shoulders, flat stomach. His dark
hair and Irish good looks made him look like the guy you would want on
a recruiting poster.  I may not of know him but I did have a sort of
pride knowing he was my dad. My Pa was filled with pride about my dad
too.

We got to the airport with about 30 mins to spare. Pa was definitely
anxious. He didn't really know what to expect either. He had only
talked to dad briefly on the phone last week. That was the first time
in almost two years that they had talked. And dad basically filled him
in on trip back home but said he would fill him in on the rest when he
could.

The arrivals board finally said the plane had arrived 35 minutes
later. We waited outside the security gates both of us on pins and
needles. I wasn't sure I would recognize him right away but I knew Pa
would.

After watching people exit the secured passenger area for a while Pa
finally said, "There he is".
I looked up and saw him. His hair wasn't as high and tight as it used
to be. It was a bit unruly actually but still very short on the sides.
And as he got closer I saw a large scar on the right side of his face.
It went from his eye down to his jaw. It wasn't hard to miss.

He was still strapping though. Whatever he had been through he was
still able to maintain his commanding stature. He wore an olive green
tee shirt and camouflage pants with boots. He had an olive green back
pack with him.

Grandpa walked up to him and couldn't hold back. He hugged him with
all his might and started to cry. Dad hugged back but was more stiff
about it. Like he really didn't know how to react. As he hugged Pa he
all of a sudden caught my eye. "Josh?", he said.

"Hi Dad", I was frozen in place. Not sure what I was supposed to do.

Dad released his father and stepped back still staring at me. "He's a
chip off the old block isn't he Jason?" Grandpa said with pride. It
was true that I looked a lot like my dad but I wasn't nearly as tall
and I was high school jock muscular. Not anything like what was
standing in front of me.

Dad must have been about 6'1" while I barely made 5'9". I was happy I
inherited his dark Irish good looks though. His eyes were bright green
just like mine. It was pretty obvious we were father and son. Although
he looked young enough that he could pass for an older brother. Even
with the scar. He was only 36.

He walked over to me and then grabbed me into a hug. That is when he
almost broke down. I wasn't uncomfortable but I was at a loss  on how
to act. As I gave into his warm strong embrace the emotions started
taking over. His scent. How could I forget it. So masculine and
familiar. When I was little I would crawl up on him when he was laying
down and put my head on his bare chest. His scent and hugs always made
me feel so safe. I finally let out a sob.

"Shh, shh son, I've thought about you every day. My little soldier.
But not so little anymore." he stepped back but kept his hands on my
shoulders. "You're a man now. How could have I stayed away so long?"
his eyes filled with regret.

After a few more minutes of mostly getting ourselves together we went
to the luggage turn style and got dad's gear. One large olive green
duffel bag. Basically everything he owned. Then we headed out to the
car and off to lunch. We went to a typical family restaurant. It went
by fast and the next thing I knew we were on our way home.

When we made it back to the house I grabbed the duffel bag and made my
way up to dad's room while he and Pa went to the kitchen to have some
coffee and talk. As I dropped the bag in his room it struck me. I
wouldn't be alone on this floor anymore. Grandpa and Grandma's bedroom
is on the first floor. They had converted the study into a master
bedroom years ago. It had it's own large bathroom and walk in closet.
Obviously the nicest bedroom in the house. No one ever came upstairs.

Upstairs there was three bedrooms. The original master suite, dad's
room, and then two other bedrooms. The larger of the two was mine and
the other one I used as a study. Since I was always alone up here I
stopped wearing anything to study in or surf the net and freely roamed
around between rooms naked or nearly so. With another person up here I
would have to at least wear shorts.

As I went down stairs I heard them talking in the kitchen. I stopped
for a bit on the steps and listened. Dad was saying he was in the
hospital for the past year. He had some head trauma from the wound and
then had some really bad PTSD. Then Grandpa told him all about his
regrets for not being there with him. Then Dad said, "Dad, there was
nothing you could do, you did more for me being here with Josh than
you could have there. Stop fretting over it. I'm here now. And it
looks like I'm here to stay. Medical discharge. Full retirement. We're
good."

"Well son. When you're ready to tell me what happened before the
hospital I'm ready to listen. But don't worry about it now. Get used
to being home again." Grandpa said.

With that I made my way into the kitchen and noticed how serious they
both looked. But then my dad looked up and his eyes brightened up.
"Son, I still can't get over how grown you are"

I just smiled. I didn't know what to say. I grabbed a glass of water
and told them I was going for a run. I figured they needed more time
to talk and I was feeling sort of uncomfortable since I still wasn't
sure how to act.

I went upstairs and changed shorts and shoes and then went out for the
run. We live in a rural area so I've always enjoyed my shirtless runs
in the heat. The Louisiana heat. By the time I'm done I am soaked with
sweat and stink good. After these types of runs I usually like to rub
one out before I shower. Getting off on my own hot sweaty body and
stink. I know it sounds perverted but I guess I am sort of.

During those sessions I've been using a dildo on myself as well. I
went into New Orleans one weekend and found a sex shop. No one asked
how old I was. Thank goodness for my five o'clock shadow. I bought an
average size dildo explaining to the clerk that my girl was too
embarrassed to buy it for herself. The guy just looked at me like,
'yeah right, it's for you isn't it', but he never said anything.

But I'll have to be careful now. Don't want my Marine dad finding his
son fucking himself on a dildo while he sniffs his own pits. But I
could feel my ass twitching. It needed some attention. Maybe I could
still rub one out in the shower while I stick a couple fingers up my
ass. That was what I did pre-dildo. But it was never as satisfying.

When I got back to the house Pa said Dad was in the shower and then
was going to take a nap. It was a long trip. There goes my chance to
jack off. I went up to the bathroom I used, Dad's bedroom door was
open and could hear the shower going in his bathroom.

I waited till his shower turned off and then went into mine. After a
quick rinse I grabbed a towel, dried off and then wrapped it around my
waist. As I left the bathroom I looked over and saw Dad on his bed,
stark naked, on his stomach. It looked like he was sound asleep.

I paused for a few minutes taking him all in. His broad shoulders and
that rock hard ass sticking up without even trying. He was pure man. I
was envious. I wished I could look like that. And then he stirred.
Like he knew he was being watched. He turned and looked right at me,
"Son?, everything alright?"

"Yeah, sure dad, sorry" I stammered.

"No, no, it's ok. Come here" he said. He turned only  slightly.
Bending his leg, putting  his hand under his head. Keeping some
modesty.

I moved into the room and near the bed. "Sit down son" he said.

I sat on the edge of the bed. His free hand rested on my arm. "I still
can't believe how many years I've missed son. You're such a young
stud. You must be a heart breaker."

I laughed a bit, "Sure dad, an all boys school".

"Yeah I know. Still." Was all he said. Then there was a bit of an
awkward silence until he said, "I know you've been totally use to your
own space up here. But you don't have to change for me bud. Dad told
me you're sort of a free spirit up here. I'm about the same way. The
guys I worked with and I were always pretty casual around each other
especially out in the field. It was hell being in that hospital all
that time with little freedom. So be yourself son. You want to lay
down with me?"

I was taken aback. First I didn't know Grandpa knew I was naked up
here all the time and then Dad asking me to lay down with him. I was
tired from my run and the air conditioning felt good. "Sure", I
started to lay down in front of Dad. He got more on his side behind me
and then his arm went around me and pulled me close to him. His scent,
even though he had a shower, was still strong. He never wore
deodorants or colognes. That is why I never did. I always wanted to
smell like my dad.

That feeling of being safe came rushing back. Napping in my Dad's
arms. It's been so long. We settled into the comfort of the bed
together. The only thing separating us was my damp towel. It felt so
good. I was soon asleep.

The next thing I knew I heard Dad saying, 'no, no take me, not him'.
He was muttering more in his sleep but I couldn"t make all the words
out. His arm was still around me but his hand was on my stomach now
with his fingers under my loose towel. The tip of his pinky in my
trimmed pubes. Still pulling me close to him. The back of my towel had
fallen away as I slept. His crotch was right on my naked ass.

His cock felt hard. It was against my right cheek pulsating. As he had
his dream he was moving around. I started to sweat. What would he
think if he woke up and felt me mostly naked against him. Then I
realized I was hard. I started to panic. How would I get out of this.
I started to try to get out from his embrace.

He stirred. "Son? Where you going" he pulled me closer.

"I just thought....um well..." I was nervous.

"It's ok son. This feels so good. Don't leave just yet" he said in a
sleepy voice with his eyes closed.

"Well we're naked dad" I stated the obvious.

"That must be why it feels so good. It doesn't bother you does it
son?" he sounded concerned.

"It doesn't bother you?" I asked amazed.

"Not at all son. Now stay here for a while longer. It's like when you
were little. You were so cute. Always wanting to nap with me. You
always crawled into bed with me and you would get naked like me to
cuddle. Such good memories son." Dad still had that sleepy voice.

"I did?" I was beginning to remember. He was right. But now I was
grown. I have a hard on. His hard cock in on my ass. My hungry ass
that has been twitching for my dildo.

"Yes son. It was always so nice. I loved you with me all the time.
I've dreamed of this. Being home with you again." he sighed.

"It is nice dad, but I've grown a bit and I....well...." I stammered again.

"You're what? Oh. Hard? Yeah. Me too. That's when you know you're
comfortable and happy with someone. It just happens. Don't worry about
it. Let's go back to sleep. We'll be naked up here a lot. Let's just
get used to each other again." he was drifting off to sleep again.

Did he mean that? We would be naked up here a lot? I don't know if I
can stand that. Seeing a hot strapping Marine everyday naked. Even if
he is my dad it will still be making me crazy.

Then dad shifted a bit. His cock dropped and found its way into my
trench. My hole twitched. My body shook. And then my dad moaned and
squeezed me tighter and then started to snore lightly.

My cock was leaking by now. I couldn't believe the situation I was in.
But I soon fell asleep as well. When I woke up I was alone in bed. I
was covered in a sheet. I looked at the clock and it was 5pm. I slept
a long time.

As I got up I noticed the towel was gone. I went to my room and found
some shorts and then went down stairs. Dad and Grandpa were sitting at
the kitchen table again. But this time Dad had a beer and Grandpa was
having his Irish whiskey.

Dad just had on shorts like me. He looked up and that sparkle was in
his eyes again. "How did you sleep son?"

"Good but too long. I don't know if I'll get back to sleep tonight." I
said as I went for a glass of water.

"Well my schedule will be screwed up for a long time so we'll adjust
together" he replied.

"Josh, your dad and I were just talking. Once he gets settled in and
gets used to being back I was going to go down to Florida to see my
sister and her husband. We're all getting on in years and I thought it
was high time I go visit. But it won't be till next month. Just wanted
to give you the heads up." Grandpa said.

"That sounds good Pa. You haven't seen Aunt Joan since they came here
five years ago. You should go and have a good time." I replied.

"You'll be ok if it's just you and me son?" my Dad asked. He actually
looked concerned.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be" Except for your naked hot body and that
large cock I'll be fine.

The next month went by quick. We learned more about my Dad's injuries
and how he was coping with it. He had to go to New Orleans to see a VA
therapist every week for his PTSD and he was scheduled in three months
for a follow up for his physical injuries. But except for the scar on
his face all seemed good.

When his team was attacked he was taken prisoner for a month by the
Taliban. They locked him up naked with another Marine. The living
conditions were horrible and they did some torture on both guys. The
two took care of each other's wounds and gave comfort to each other.
They had one small cot with no bed sheets. They slept together to keep
warm. The desert nights sometimes got cool. That was as much as he
would tell me and Pa.

Soon where they were being held was attacked. The Seal Team sent in
didn't know there were two Americans there. That's how dad got the
head trauma. The building fell in around them. His fellow prisoner had
his leg crushed. They were both air lifted out with nothing but there
dog tags on.

There seemed like more to tell but Dad held back. But it was enough to
digest for now. Understanding his injuries were important. But making
him feel safe and loved again was even more so.

A couple days before Grandpa left he came to find me. We were alone in
the house. Dad was at one of his appointments. "Are you sure you'll be
ok Josh. Your Dad still seems a bit off. I can postpone if you want."

"Don't be silly Pa. We'll be fine. I've gotten to know him finally.
And we get along great. He's almost like an older brother is some
ways." I assured him.

"Well ok Josh. But I'll come right away if you need me" still seeming unsure.

The past month we didn't have a repeat of that first day. No sleeping
naked but we were pretty casual with each other. Dad started running
with me wanting to keep in shape. It was always a treat to smell our
scents mixing together in the muggy air. We both ran in running
shorts, jocks and running shoes. Never any shirts.

By the end of that first month we were two peas in a pod. Getting
closer every day. When it came time to take Grandpa to the airport
everything seemed rushed. Grandpa hadn't traveled in years and almost
forgot half his stuff. But we got him loaded in the car in time and
saw him off at the airport. We wouldn't hear from him until he was
safely at Aunt Joan's in a few hours.

On the way back to the house Dad got serious for a few minutes. "Son,
you don't seem to have many friends. At least I haven't seen any
around".

"Well I have friends at school but no one I really hang with outside
of school. Since we live out in the boonies it's kinda hard to make
plans with some of the guys. And I've pretty much been sort of a loner
anyway. Pa said you were too growing up. That your meeting Mom was a
fluke. He didn't know how it happened since you never went out or had
many friends visiting." throwing it right back at him.

"Yeah, well. I guess I was a loner too. Your Mom and I barely knew
each other when we found out about you. It was during our senior year.
She went to Covington High. She was sort of like me. No brothers or
sisters. We got along but never expected to go as far as we did. She
was a good woman" Dad went to his memories for a minute or two and
then came back, "But this isn't about me. I want to make sure you're
ok."

"I'm fine Dad. I'm happy. Pa always was a great guy to hang out with.
And with the sports during school it seemed like I was always there.
It was nice to come home and get away from everyone if you want to
know the truth. Just be myself." I said.

"I do understand that son. It's been a long time since I let my hair
down, so to speak, and hanging out at the house seems like the best
idea. Just you and me? Is that ok?" he asked concerned again.

"Of course it is Dad. But you are out of beer." I said matter of fact.

"Well that calls for a stop at the grocery store. Beer and beef.
Enough for the weekend at least. Then we'll hang by the pool" During
the past month Dad got Pa to agree to letting him put in an above
ground pool. 24 foot round with a privacy deck around the back half of
it. Not that you can see into our yard from the road and the nearest
neighbor is far enough away they wouldn't be able to see that we had a
pool or not through the trees. But it was nice. That large of a deck
was great for laying out and it had a table with and umbrella and four
chairs as well.

After the pool was up it was only a week before Pa left for Florida.
So we've only been in it a couple times. And since Pa was around we
wore board shorts. I had a feeling that was going to change. Dad had
hinted a few times how restricted he felt.

After the grocery store we headed home. Twenty minutes later the
fridge was loaded and Dad and I were out on the pool deck with a chest
of beer and sodas. "Son, you going to drink beer with me?" he said out
of the blue.

"You know how Pa feels about me drinking." I simply stated.

"You going anywhere?" he asked

"No"

"Then have a beer son. Hell have a few. We have no where to be and I'm
with the only person I want to be with" he said as he opened his first
one. So I grabbed one and opened it. I sipped slowly.

As the temperature got Dad lost his shirt and shoes. I did the same.
Then Dad said, "Remember the first day I was back. We took our nap?"

"Well yeah. You were beat. I guess I was too" I answered carefully not
knowing where this was going.

"Is it too weird for you that I liked being that close to you? It's
almost like you avoid me when I'm going to take a nap."

"No, it wasn't too weird. I just...well Dad....I..." I couldn't put
into words what I wanted to say.

"Son, if you're worried about being so close to me because you're gay
don't be. I love you so much".

"How did you kn o o ow...." I stammered.

"Dad told me. But I told him that I already knew. You couldn't get
enough of being with me when you were a kid. I told you you crawled
into bed naked with me all the time. Your mother wasn't pleased but I
told her it was healthy for you not to have any hang ups. But I
suspected there was more to it. Dad confirmed it and also told me he
had a talk with you about it. A short but meaningful talk."

"I'm sorry Dad, you must think I was a perverted kid. And now a
perverted teen." I didn't know what else to say.

"Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. But lets have another
beer then I'm going in the pool. You game?" he said as he reached into
the cooler.

"Sure?" What did he mean by the apple doesn't fall far from the tree?

We stayed quiet through that next beer. Dad opened his third while I
was only half way through my second. Then he stood up and put the beer
by the edge of the pool. He let his shorts fall and jumped in the pool
naked. "This is great son. The water didn't get too warm in this heat
at least. Come on in. Unless you all of a sudden have a hang up about
being naked with your old man" he grinned. That fucking sexy grin. And
the scar made him look so much sexier. I don't know why. But I had to
stop thinking this way before I got hard. Then he would know what a
pervert I really was.

So without thinking I put my beer on the edge of the pool and let my
shorts fall. Then I had to step out of my jock strap so I turned
around so I wasn't facing him while I did that. "Whoa, where the hell
did you get that?" Dad asked. "I mean I've seen it before but that
jock strap makes it look so much....well more..."

"What?!?" I asked.

"I never saw that butt in a jock like this before. It's so large. And
muscular. Is that from wrestling? Or baseball?" he asked. I do have a
bubble butt but I try to dress so it's not as noticeable.

I sort of giggled nervously and said, "Both, I guess".

"Well football never did that for me. Good on you son." he said just
before I jumped in the pool.

We kind of just silently bobbed around for a while and then he got out
and got us two more beers. When he jumped back in  he leaned over the
side of the pool looking into the yard. "Come talk with me son. I need
to be straight with you. I want us to be as honest with each other as
we can." So I waded over to the side he was on and looked out into the
yard as well.

"Truth is son I've been bi all my life. So don't ever feel bad about
being who you are. Dad always knew but we didn't talk about it much. I
always wanted to because I look up to him but he was uncomfortable
with it. I'm not. You can talk to me anytime." Wow, I was blown away
by that, but he sounded like there was more.

"I was in a relationship for three years leading up to the incident
when I was captured. His name was Gary. He was a Marine as well. A
very young Marine. He was twenty when we met. We were in the same
squad. Shared the same tent. He was killed the day I was captured.
That is part of the PTSD. Is this too much for you son?" he looked
like he thought he had gone too far.

"No Dad go on", I know he needed to confide all this in someone. I
could tell Pa was not the person to do it with. As understanding as Pa
was he was still conservative and uncomfortable with certain topics.

"PTSD sometimes leads to CSB. Compulsory Sexual Behavior. I've been
told I have that. The loss of Gary and being locked up in a small room
with a smaller hunk lead to some deviant fantasies and behavior. I
need to be blunt with you son. I need someone besides the VA to talk
to. You are the only one I want to share any of this with. Can you
handle more?" he was more nervous now.

"Yes Dad, continue" I was actually quite calm. I needed to hear it. I
thought I was weird for my deviant thoughts and things that turn me
on. He's making me feel more sane than I have in years. Not because
he's damaged but because we are a bit alike.

"It was only a month but the man that I was locked up with and I did
some crazy things. We were only allowed to shower once a week but I
didn't care. He tasted great. The dudes name was Wes. He was an Army
grunt. He was probably about 23 and built like you. Didn't have that
ass though." Dad said matter of fact, "But to even be blunter son, he
let me fuck him whenever I wanted to. We would fall asleep with my
cock in his ass. It made me crazy. Besides being taken out of that
room for torture or to shower we were in there alone for 24/7. The
guards knew we were fucking. A couple of the night guards jacked off
outside our door. Anyway, a month of nothing else to do besides fuck
my buddy, that lead to CSB. We did other stuff too but mostly I was
the top. I did the fucking. We did oral and hell we pissed all over
each other. Making the guards want to stay away from us. We were
filthy. When they got me to the hospital they had first put me in a
ward with other guys. But it was hard to keep me clothed at first.
Even with the head trauma I was stripping. They finally moved me over
to a private room in the psych ward. Only sent in male nurses. I
recovered pretty quickly from the head wounds, within six months I was
physically on top again, but the PTSD prevented them from releasing me
right away. More times than not they found me naked and jacking off in
my room. I was horny all the time. It was hell. But don't worry, it's
under control now. The treatment and the therapy is working. But I
still hate cloths. That stuck. And I like my own scent. I know you do
too. So when I said I want to let my hair down I want you to too. We
need to trust each other." he let out a deep breath. "I don't know if
you will be repulsed by me or ok with me but I had to let that out.
Someone in my life had to know."

"I'm not repulsed Dad. But that is a lot to swallow. Pa's gone for at
least a month. Be naked all you want. I'll get used to it. I want to
trust each other too. There is no one in the world that I feel closer
too. And yet I only feel like I know you for a month. But I know you
were my hero when I was a kid. So I have that too." I said.

He jumped out of the pool again saying, "Well that calls for more
beer" and I laughed. He did seem a bit lighter like he needed to get
that dead weight off his chest to someone he loved. I was proud to be
that someone. But I did notice this time before he jumped back in the
pool his cock was more chubbed than it had been.

"Are you still a virgin son?" Dad asked.

"well....yeah..." I was embarrassed.

"Well except for the dildo?" he said with a grin.

"How did you know about that???" I was shocked. Was he going through my room?

"Dad told me. He found it when he went up for dirty cloths. You should
hide it someplace better than the bottom of your hamper son." he
laughed.

I was horrified. What could Pa think?? "I usually don't put it
there...um....it's usually in my closet"

"That's cool son. What ever gives you pleasure" he was so laid back
about it and I felt like throwing up. Now both of them know what a
pervert I am. "But knowing you had it son gave me the guts to come
clean with you about my life. I know it was a lot to swallow but I had
to get it off my chest. Don't be freaked out about it. Dad actually
wasn't all that shocked. He may be totally straight but I'm sure he
was a little wild in his day." Dad said.

Uggh. I can't even imagine Pa in any sexual situations. And I don't
want to. Now Dad on the other hand. I'm going to have perverted dirty
thoughts about his experiences for weeks or months even. "Ok, thanks
Dad". I said but not really enthused. I was still a little freaked
out.

"Want another beer son?" he asked getting out of the pool.

"No I'm good. I'm going to lay out a while if you don't mind"

"Not at all. I want to stay in the pool till I shrivel up though" he
said just before he jumped back in.

I got out and put a towel down on the new deck and laid on my stomach.
My head was towards the pool and my legs back to the privacy fence. To
my right was the table and chairs and the cooler. It didn't take long
but I was out like a light. The next thing I knew was waking up with
the fence blocking the sun. At least I wasn't burned. I lifted my head
and looked around for Dad. He wasn't in the pool anymore. I looked
back and he was sitting in a chair at the table with his head back
like he was sleeping. He right hand was on his half hard cock and
there was cum all over his stomach. Looked pretty fresh. Fuck. He
jacked off behind me while I was sleeping and then passed out himself.
He was sitting there all sweaty with a dripping cock in his hand. If I
had my phone I would have taken a picture to save for later.

I jumped in the pool real fast before I got hard and that woke Dad up.
He looked at the pool and saw me staring at him then he looked down
and said, "Oh shit son. I'm sorry. I.....just....I had to....".

"It's fine Dad. No secrets. So what got you going?" I asked candidly.

"Well....no secrets?" he was unsure.

"No secrets" I reassured him.

"Well besides the heat and the beer which both make me horny as fuck
that bubble butt of yours gave me impure thoughts that a father should
not have" he said while he turned beat red, "Sorry son".

My cock went hard..."It's fine Dad. I guess the apple doesn't fall far
from the tree."

"What does that mean son?"

Part two sooner or later :)....

I will revisit other stories and add to them when I figure out where
they need to go. Thanks for reading!!

Some other stories of mine:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/searching-for-my-identity/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/when-dad-got-out-of-prison/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/wildcat/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/lust-in-space/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/runaway/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/my-uncles-trailer/

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