Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2018 08:50:18 -0600
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Post Deployment Dad, Part 2

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.
Life is short. Love.

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Where we left them::

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?"

Post Deployment Dad, Part 2

"I'm hungry", I said changing the subject.

Dad laughed and said, "Yeah I am too. I'll...um...get cleaned off and
make us some burgers. Sound good?"

"Sure, but it's almost dry so why bother, it's just us here" I tried
to sound laid back about it all.

"Son, sometimes you surprise me, well at least I'll put on one of
Dad's grilling aprons. Don't want to burn the boys." he laughed.

He got up and walked toward the house without a stitch on. When he
came back out he had on a burgundy apron over his naked body. He
opened the grill, lit it and then proceeded to clean off the racks
with a metal brush. I had gotten out of the pool and sat on my towel
just watching him as I dried off. My Dad had, just this afternoon,
told me about the crazy life he's lead. Perversions and all. And I was
ok with it. Well, not only ok, but intrigued.

As he turned to go back into the house his muscular ass was sticking
out of the apron on full display. It looked absolutely eatable. Not
that I've ever done that but I've read enough gay porn to know I want
to. I want to do everything I've read about except maybe scat. I'm not
sure why guys are into that. But to each their own.

More than anything I know that the only one I want to experiment with
is my Dad. I've never met a sexier person before in my young life. And
he has little if not any inhibitions. Maybe he can teach me to let go
too.

It didn't take long for the burgers to be done so Dad put them on the
patio table down by the house and had plates and store bought potato
salad set with couple more beers. I wrapped the towel around myself
and went to join him. As I sat down he took off his apron and then sat
down himself.

"My being naked bother you son?" Dad asked.

"No why" I was confused. I thought we went over this already.

"Well you're wearing a towel. I thought you liked being naked too?" he
pointed out.

I laughed, "Well it is going to be a bit to get used to. I never wore
much around here but I always had shorts on for Pa. But don't worry.
I'm all in.", so I unwrapped the towel and let if fall so I was just
sitting on it.

"That's my boy" Dad smiled as he took a bite of his burger. He seemed
so anxious for me to be like him. And I was so envious of him that I
wanted to be like him so I don't know what he was worried about.

"I do have a question though" I said.

"What's that son?" he looked concerned.

"Well I was thinking about the story you told me about you fellow
prisoner. When you told Pa and I the shorter version you said he was a
Marine. Just now you told me he was an Army grunt. Or am I confused?"
I asked.

"No son. I am. Wes was in the Army. When I was telling the shortened
version of the story to you and Dad I was thinking of Gary. I didn't
feel comfortable telling Dad about Gary and how he died. I didn't want
Dad to have to share that burden. Dad may know I'm bi but he doesn't
have to know about the relationships I've had. I was in love with
Gary. I loved, but was not in love with your Mother. I respected Wes
but was not in love with him. We used each other to get through what
we got through. I know it's confusing but that is as simple as I can
make it." he said.

I thought about it for a few minutes as I ate my food. Then I looked
up at him and he just stared at me with concern in his eyes. "Did I
share too much son?", he asked in a soft voice.

"No, no, not at all Dad. It is confusing but it all makes sense at the
same time. In the back of my mind I always knew you and Mom were not
each other's soul mates. You both had respect for each other and got
along. So I'm not really shocked. I'm sorry you lost Gary. But is he
the reason you didn't come back to visit more?" I asked.

Dad looked at me with pure guilt spreading across his face. "Well son,
I ....no secrets right?"

"Never Dad. I'm ok and nothing is going to come between us. I think I
sort of get it but I want to hear it." I said.

"Ok son. I was selfish. I didn't want to hurt and I wanted to live my
life the way I wanted to. I finally met someone that took my breath
away and I wanted to live that life for a while. Coming here made me
feel guilty because your Mom was gone and I never showed her the love
that I had for Gary. Keeping Gary a secret from you and Dad made me
feel more guilty. I felt like I couldn't be happy around the two of
you. Dad was taking care of you and you just lost your mother. That
made me feel more guilty. I didn't want to feel that. But then.
Staying away from you made me unhappy too. The Marines and Gary kept
me busy though but I thought about you every single day. My little
solider. Actually my dream was to send for you and for Gary and I to
raise you. But I didn't want to upset Dad. He just lost Mom as well. I
don't know son. It was all so complicated. I didn't want to lose you,
of all people, but I didn't know how to keep you in my life without
upsetting everyone." tears were falling down his face. This really did
eat at him. "And now I know you would have loved Gary. He was a lot
like you. I wish I had been brave enough to send for you. Can you
forgive me? I fucked up in so many ways."

I got up off my seat and took the towel and put it on the concrete
beside him. I knelled down next to him and put both my hands on the
sides of his face. I turned him towards me wiping the tears from his
cheeks with my thumbs. I could see so much pain. Between the PTSD and
so much loss I couldn't ever hold a grudge against him. "I have
nothing to forgive you for Dad. You did your best to figure things
out. I just don't want to lose you again." and then I went in for a
hug.

"Thank goodness you got your mother's brains. You think with your
brain and not with your emotions. I couldn't imagine having a better
son." he whispered in my ear. His deep voice broken with emotion.

I pulled back for a moment and then kissed his cheek. He grabbed me
tighter and kissed my neck and my shoulder. Pulling me more against
him. "Thank you so much son. I told you the truth and you didn't
reject me."

"Never Dad! Not when the truth you tell is obviously so true and
painful to you. How could I?"  I said as I pulled away. "Now last one
to the pool is a rotten egg!" I stood up and turned around and ran up
to the pool deck.

"Hey!" Dad said as he got up. I looked back and he was right on my heels.

As I got up on the deck ready to jump in I watched Dad jump straight
from the yard into the pool. Clearing the 4 foot wall with no problem
at all. Damn Marines.

As I stood there dumb founded looking into the pool he came up from
under the water and sniffed the air. "Do I smell a rotten egg" he
grinned that fucking sexy grin.

"Why you cheater" I said as I was ready to jump right on him but he
moved just enough for me to miss him.

Once I was in the pool we roughed housed for a bit all in innocent
fun. Finally, both out of breath, we stood there and looked at each
other. Dad grabbed me and pulled me into another strong hug. "I love
you so much son. You are everything I imagined you to be. Strong,
Smart and so much fun to be around. I'm so lucky."

"I think we're both lucky Dad" I said as he broke the embrace.

Then Dad said, "Well we've eaten and swam and drank. I'm ready for a
nap. Wanna watch some TV and lay down?"

"Sure" not knowing if he meant together or not. But it didn't matter.

We got out of the pool and dried off. As we went into the house we
cleaned off the patio table and brought it all into the kitchen. "I'll
clean this up later. As long as it's inside and the animals can't get
to it it's fine for now." Dad said.

I went out and got the last few items and brought them in. Dad had
already left the kitchen. I washed my hands and then went off to find
him.

I walked into the living room where I heard the TV on. Dad was already
laid out on the couch with a very light blanket over him. "You
coming?" he said as he lifted the blanket and made room for me. It was
a wide couch but it would still be a tight fit.

I smiled and made my way over. He pushed himself against the back
cushions as much as he could and I laid in front of him. He quickly
put the blanket around both of us and then his arm came across my
chest and he pulled me in tight. "God this is so nice" he said.

He had put on some obscure old movie. Something to definitely fall
asleep to.   He slowly caressed my chest as he drifted off. He had
quite a few more beers than I did and he let out a lot of emotional
things today. So I figured with all that and the heat he was down for
the count.

Soon his breathing became heavy. His hand stopped moving as much. But
he still held me firm. I wasn't quite ready to fall asleep yet and I
thought about everything he came clean about. Even my young mind could
understand that my Dad was a good man that had a lot of baggage.

He started to generate a lot of heat. The AC was on pretty good though
so it was a comfortable heat. We were both on our sides just like that
first day. My back curled into his front like we were sculpted to fit
perfectly one into the other. Once again I was overwhelmed by how safe
and protected I felt in his arms. That was my last thought as I
drifted off.

I awoke sometime later. It was dark outside. We must have been asleep
for 2 or three hours. Dad was still snoring lightly but his grasp
around me had loosened. I needed to piss badly. I slowly removed his
arm and quietly rolled off the couch. He stayed asleep. I made my way
quietly to the bathroom and relieved myself. That's when I heard, "No,
no, no...not him, me, take me" coming from the living room. He was
having that dream again. The one I heard that first day.

I rushed into the living room and he was rocking back and forth. The
blanket had fallen away. He was sweating. "Dad, dad, wake up". I go
closer but I didn't want to freak him out. I slowly rubbed his leg.
Then he shot up with a start. A wild look in his eyes. Then he saw me
and his face softened.

"Son? What happened?" he rubbed his face in confusion.

"You were having a nightmare I guess. The same one you had the first
day you were here." I answered, "Something about not taking him, for
them to take you instead".

"Oh" was all he said.

"What's that about Dad?" I was really concerned.

"It isn't just the first day son. I have that dream regularly."  he
sighed and then swung his legs off the couch. "It's Wes and Gary meld
into one guy. When the Taliban would come in to take Wes to torture I
would tell them to take me instead. I was the stronger of the two. And
I didn't want to see Wes hurt. But they would take him anyway and hurt
him worse because I asked them not to. But sometimes I see Gary's face
being led out of the room we were kept in."

"Awe Dad, I'm sorry, those painful memories. What can we do to make
them stop?" I asked as I  put my arm around his shoulders.

"I don't know son. I felt cold all of a sudden. Alone. And then the
dream came." he said.

"That must have been when I got up to use the bathroom. I guess I
should sleep with you from now on." I said in a nervous giggle.

"Would you mind?" Dad asked as he looked at me. He looked so fragile
at that moment.

"Are you serious?" I was sort of shaking. I didn't think he would take
that seriously.

"Well, only if you feel comfortable. I mean I know it's weird. But it
isn't that weird is it? We basically have been attached at the hip
since I've been back." he pleaded his case.

I thought about it for a minute. What would it hurt? Except for my
jack off time. I guess I could still do that in the shower. But I know
I'll get hard around him in bed. But I can't say that. "I guess we
could try it" I heard myself say.

"Well I need a beer. You want one son?" I looked at the clock. It was
8:45. I guess one more wouldn't hurt.

"Sure Dad, one more, then we should probably hit the sack. We got
mowing to do tomorrow." I said trying to stay responsible.

"You're right son. We can't let it get too out of hand. Dad would kill
us. I remember what it was like. But at least you don't have to do it
all on your own this time." Dad said as he brought in the beers. He
handed me one.

We sat there and I had a few sips not really into it. Dad, on the
other hand, gulped his. When he was almost finished he said, "You're
right son. Let's get some early shut eye and get up ready to tackle
the property tomorrow. Come on, let's go to bed, I'm exhausted."

So we brought our bottles to the kitchen and I followed Dad to the
bedroom. His bedroom. I watched him go up the stairs. That beefy
muscular ass in my face. I had a fleeting thought of what it would be
like to spread those cheeks. Taste what was in there. But then I shook
those thoughts from my mind. Didn't want to pop a woody in bed with
him.

It was funny. We had just woken up from a long nap and yet we both
were out when we hit the pillows. Dad had pulled me into him and
kissed the top of my head before nodding off. But that is all that
happened.

The next morning the sun was shinning in the east windows. I squinted
my eyes and looked around. I was alone in bed. I jumped up and used
the bathroom. And then I went down the hall and used the toothbrush in
my bathroom. I went to my room and threw on an old pair of gym shorts
and then went to find Dad.

I found him in the kitchen. He was wearing that burgundy apron again
and nothing else. I let out a surprised chuckle. Dad whipped around
startled and then when he saw me he grinned. "Good morning sleepy
head" he said and then went back to cooking breakfast. The rest of the
kitchen was spotless. Not how we left it last night at all.

"Sleepy head? It's only 6:30 am." I argued.

"That's right. I let you sleep in." he laughed, "Breakfast should be
ready in a minute. What's up with the shorts?" he looked concerned.

"Force of habit I guess" I shrugged.

"Well you'll need them in the yard today anyway. Gotta protect the
boys. I'll find some shorts after breakfast as well." with that he
served up scrambled eggs, bacon, grits and corn muffins. I don't know
how long he's been up but it was sure worth it.

I helped him clean up and then he went to get shorts on. I put on a
pair of old tennis shoes without socks. I'm sure it's already hot and
muggy outside.

Dad came back in wearing some olive drab running shorts and some old
tennis shoes as well. I was momentarily at awe of how he looked in
just loose shorts and tennis shoes. Seeing him naked was one thing but
when there was something left to the imagination it was just as
striking.

"Is something wrong son?" Dad looked concerned.

"Nope, not a thing, where do you want to get started?" I asked recovering.

"Well I thought I would take care of the pool real quick. Add the
chemicals and let them filter through while we worked. That way the
pool would be ready for us this evening or later this afternoon. You
want to get on the John Deere and start mowing?" he said.

"Sounds good. One of us will have to do the weed eating as well." I
said, Pa always did that part.

"I'll start that after I dump the chemicals." he said as he went out
the door. I followed.

We worked steadily for 3 hours. It only took Dad 20 minutes to mess
with the pool and then he was right on the weed eater. After I was
done mowing I tended to the gardens, both the flower and vegetable
gardens, making sure they were weeded and watered. Dad joined me after
he was done with the weed eater.

We just were talking about how the yard had changed and what hadn't.
As we weeded we got closer and closer to each other. Just casually
talking and weeding. Both sweating like crazy. Dad's shorts were
hanging low. When he bent over you got a half moon. They were also
soaking with sweat.

He caught me staring at his shorts. Then he said, "we're not using the
equipment anymore. I'm ditching the shorts." and then he stepped out
of them and threw them into the grass leaving just his tennis shoes
on. He squatted down and started weeding again.

I didn't say anything. I just weeded and watched him. I could feel my
cock chubbing up. Fuck. No one did this to me like him.

Eventually we were only two feet away from each other. His scent was
strong. He lifted his right hand to scratch the top of his head at one
point and I saw his wet rip pit staring me in the face. The scent was
overwhelming in a good way. I let out a soft moan.

Dad looked over right away with a quizzical look on his face. Then he
looked at where I was looking. A smirk developed on his face. "Is that
what it takes son?".

I snapped out of it, "What?" I asked knowing my face was growing beat red.

"Is that what it takes to notice me? My scent?" his grin on full
display now. He sat down right on the dirt and spread his legs. "Get
out of those shorts son. Come sit with me." he asked.

"I..can't...I'm....well..." I stammered again. He always made me stammer.

"You hard son? My scent does that to you?" he smirked more than
grinned this time. His mind was working hard on the situation. "Take
them off anyway son. I don't want to be the only one naked while we
talk. Take them off and come here and sit with me."

"In the dirt?" I said as I slowly took off my shorts.

"In the dirt son. It washes off." he said matter of fact.

I took of my shorts and went to him. He turned me around and had me
sit in front of him between his legs. Both of our asses in the dirt
among the vegetable plants. He wrapped his sweaty arms around my
sweaty body. "Son, don't every be ashamed of what you are feeling with
me. I thought we were past that. No secrets remember?"

I relaxed and put my head back on his shoulder and I whispered, "No
secrets". His smell was incredible this close. I could smell myself as
well. I was still hard.

"I need you to always trust me Josh. I totally trust you." Dad said as
one hand caressed my chest and the other went under my pit. He brought
the second hand to his nose. "hmmm, smells nice. You smell so good
Josh. And feel so good. Does this bother you?"

"Not at all Dad. I thought it might but it doesn't. I'm just
embarrassed." I answered.

"Why son? Because you're hard? I'm hard too." he said. And just as he
said it I felt it behind me. I don't know why I didn't notice it.
"Shhh son. Let's just sit here and enjoy this moment. I'm happy you're
hard. You feel so good and smell so good. I could eat you up."

He then reached down and took off his shoes with his outstretched
arms. One of his pits right on my shoulder. Damp and stinky. Making my
hard on throb. Once he was done he caressed my legs with his bare
feet. All while he was holding me with his arms. It was so nice. Here
in the heat in the garden. Even if someone was in the yard they would
have a hard time seeing us behind all the plants. "Take off your shoes
son". I did as he asked.

"Just like two animals in the dirt son. That's all we are. No rules.
Just two naked animals enjoying nature together. Sweaty, dirty and
naked."

Part three 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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