Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2017 07:00:02 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Runaway Part 1

m/m, family fun, etc...

My stories always have a background story to go along with it. Sometimes it
takes a while to get to the good parts. Hope you enjoy the build up.
Introducing Heath, he is the.....

*Runaway*

At 18, here I was, walking the back roads of Louisiana. Not much more than
the clothes on my back and somethings thrown in my backpack as I quickly
was rushing out of my mother's house. She was screaming at me and quoting
scriptures. Her anger was above anything I had ever seen. She told me to
get out of her house and never to return.

The day had started simply enough. It was January of my Senior year.
Football season was over and all I had left of my high school career was a
shop class that I didn't even need. I was sticking it out to graduate with
my class in May. See I was the kicker on the football team and my best
friend, Trent, was the quarterback. Trent still had three classes left to
complete before he graduated.

Anyway, my shop class was in the afternoon at 1 pm till 3pm. At 3pm Trent
and I, like we did everyday, met up in the parking lot and he drove me
home. He was the only one that had a car. Being raised by a single mom
limited resources at our house and any money I made in part time jobs went
to the savings account for college. My mom and my dad split up when I was
about 4 and she never let me see him again. I never heard from him but
lately I had been hearing about where he might be and stuff like that. I
guess he did pretty well for himself and had purchased an old plantation. I
didn't know what he did and wasn't really that curious after all. I never
heard from him so I figured it was no love lost.

My mom worked mid shift at the Tyson plant. She was a shift supervisor and
usually worked a 10 hour shift. Went in at 2 pm and got off at midnight.
This arrangement meant that Trent usually hung out at my house after
school. Both of us were 18 and even though we lived at home we had pretty
much outgrown too much supervision.

Well on this particular day Trent had brought a DVD with him to my house.
We had done this before. Had a couple of beers and watched a porn before he
went home. We usually got a bit horned up and then would rub one off. But
things were different this day.

I got us a couple of beers while Trent put in the movie. By the time I got
back to my room Trent was down to his boxers lying on the bed. I laughed
and shed my cloths too. Pretty soon our eyes turned to the action on the
screen. This girl had let in a guy that looked like he was a jock of some
sort. He was in running shorts and bare chested. The girl was only wearing
shorts and a mid drift. It didn't take anytime for them to start making out
and shedding cloths. No pertense of a plot in this movie. Just as the
session started getting good and the dude was about to fuck her another
dude, big burly and a bit older, came into the room. He was like, "What the
fuck are you doing to my wife asshole?". The jock dude got totally freaked
out and started to find his clothes. "Not so fast fucker" and the burly
dude was on him and holding him down. "You want to fuck, eh? Well you're
going to get fucked and my wife is gonna watch what I do to guys that she
wants. I make them into my bitch"

I was pretty shocked. I had never seen a bi movie. And this was sort of
rough. I looked over at Trent and he already took his 9 inch cock out and
was wacking it. For some reason I always was amazed at his cock. Mine was
around 7 inches with not as much girth as Trent's. Anyway Trent was really
turned on. I asked him if he was bi and he just looked at me scared like.
Big old Trent looked scared. Impossible. So he just mumbled out a sort of
grunt in the affirmative. Well we were best friends and my feelings for him
were beyond friends but this was an overload. But when it came right down
to it being in my room alone together at 18 everyday jacking off to porn
when we could be out with girls was a little strange too. Especially for
two pretty hot football jocks.

Needless to say my feelings came out of no where and I all of a sudden had
an urge to touch my friend. Within minutes we were all over each other. His
mouth was on every part of my body. From my ripe pits to my ass crack. It
was like he was starved for years and finally got some food. I was more
cautious but just as horned up. By the time we settled into a position it
was a sixty nine. There we were, two high school jocks at 18, finding
ourselves naked on my bed. It felt right.

That is until my bedroom door flung open. It was my mother. She had left
work ill. I don't even know why she was ill. Everything happened so fast.
Trent was dressed and out the door within seconds. But my mother's wrath
was saved for me. Trent didn't even exist in her eyes.

"YOU are the product of your father. No matter how much I tried to keep you
good and whole your father leaks out of you like a poison. I see your
spoils in your undercloths and I try to ignore it. But this, this most
unholyness of acts. I cannot and will not allow it. GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY
HOUSE!!!! You filthy pig." and then the preaching started. I won't bore the
reader with this. But you can imagine if you wish.

That's when I left. She only allowed me a few things and then threw me out
and vowed to disown me on the spot. The only good thing was that my school
savings account was in my name only. We changed it when i turned 18 to give
me more responsibility. She couldn't touch it now. There was more than
thirty thousand in it but I wasn't going to touch it till I figured out
what I was going to do.

As I was walking I pulled out my cell phone and called Trent. He answered
on the first ring, "Heath? What the fuck? You ok?"

"Yea Trent, I'm cool. But I'm gone. She threw me out of the house. I'm
walking down the old Plantation road right now. I'm not real sure where I'm
going..."

"Hold on Heath. I'll come get you. Let me just check with my folks."

"You don't have to do that man. Did my mom call there by the way?"

"Ummm, yea, she did... My Mom told her to , um, fuck off and hung up on her"

"Oh shit, did she tell your mom what we were doing?"

"Oh yea, all of it along with every scripture she could think of to quote.
But my Mom was cool. She figured me out a long time ago Heath. Hold on..."

Trent came back to the phone only a couple minutes later. "My Mom said that
of course I can come get you and you can stay here if you want for how ever
long you want to"

"Wow Trent, you are lucky you Mom is so cool with everything. I only wish
mine was half as much. But I don't know about staying there. Well maybe
just tonight then I have an idea but I'll need you're help."

"Sure buddy. I'm on my way. Sit tight."

It took only about 30 minutes for Trent to find me. We went back to his
folks house and I was really nerveous about showing my face there. But when
I walked in his Mom came up and hugged me and told me not to worry about
anything. I was totally welcome there. Trent's Dad was even reassuring,
although a bit quiet, but still he shook my hand.

I was beat when we got to Trent's room and we went right to bed, no funny
business. I told him I would tell him about my idea in the morning.

The sun came up about 7 am and I opened my eyes to it. I looked over at
Trent and sometime during the night he had taken off his boxers and was
only laying halfway under the blankets. One leg sticking out hanging over
the bed. He was definetly a sight to see in the morning. I could almost see
his wood sticking out of the blanket. But I held back my temptation. We had
work to do.

"Hey bonehead, get up, daylights burning" I said as I hit him over the head
with my pillow.

After a few grunts and growns Trent opened his eyes and then smirked at me,
"There was a better way for you to wake me up" and then he grabbed his
crotch.

"No time for funny business dude. Lets fire up your computer and check out
something"

"OK?, But what's the hurry man. We could sleep in for God's sake."

"We need to find my Dad"

"Oh...why didnt you say so. That's what you want to do? Go to your Dad's?"

"Well, we'll see. If he'll have me that is. I don't know much about him.
But Mom always said how I disgusted her because I remind her so much of
him. So we should get along."

"OK Heath, lets do it." We got up and showered, together. I allowed a
little bit of time for play. Mostly just a mutual jack off in the shower
between two really good friends. Then we went downstairs, grabbed some
coffee and said hi to his parents. Then off to the den we went.

It was real easy. We just typed in my Dad's name, don't know why I never
did it before, I guess I needed a reason. His address popped up right away.

"I'll be damned Trent. It's right there on Old Plantation Road. I might
have walked right past it. That's only like 15 minutes from here."

"Yea dude and there are only like 5 houses on that whole road. It's the
only place in the area where the plantations still own most of there land.
When do you want to go?"

It was happening so fast I wasn't sure. Then it kind of struck me. "I guess
there's no better time than the present. You up for it?"

"Sure buddy. I'm with you all the way man. It's 9 am if we leave in a half
an hour it won't even be 10 by the time we get there."

"930 it is the. Thanks Trent. I hope you're there when he rejects me too.
Two parents in 24 hours telling to get lost will kinda wreak me."

"Well if everything you Mom said about him is true why would he reject his
carbon copy? I don't think you have anything to worry about bud".

Like planned we left the house at 930 and started back to the road Trent
picked me up on the night before. When we actually got to the gates of the
address we were looking for we were both amazed that it was almost in the
same spot Trent picked me up at the night before.

The gates were open. They didn't look like they had been closed in a very
long time actually. We started down the driveway. At the end of the
driveway was a huge old plantation house with a circular drive. The house
had seen better days but there were signs of some rehab going on. The
circular drive had an old fountain in the middle of it with a tree growing
out of it. Obviously not in working order.

Trent stopped the car and I got out. I walked up to the vast porch and went
up to the old double doors. They were once a deep red color but had since
faded and the bottom of the door were rotted out in spots. There was a door
bell and I pressed it. There was no response, no sound, obviously that
wasn't in working order either. So I picked up one of the huge brass
knockers in the middle of one of the doors and dropped it on to the
stricker a couple of times.

>From inside I heard something then I heard a man say, "Hold on, I'm
coming". Then the door opened. A man, dressed only in workout shorts, with
a stricking body was on the other side of the door. A bit of a sheen of
sweat covered his almost perfect body. He couldn't have been more than his
mid thirties. But when I looked up at his face was when I was the most
shocked. No wonder I reminded my Mother so much of my Dad. It was almost as
if I was looking in a mirror, but a mirror that ages you a bit and gives
you a darker beard.

The man looked at me, confused for a second, about to ask my purpose. Then
it was as if a light bulb went off. He just said, "Heath? Heath? It is you,
oh my God it is you..." and he grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug. It
was the tightest hug I ever got. Then I heard something I never expected. I
heard him start to sob. "I never thought I'd ever see you again son, god
I've missed you so much, all these years..."

"Dad?" I heard him but was still in a sort of shock. He knew who I was. He
was hugging me. Telling me that he missed me all these years. I hugged
back. His hold was tight, I could feel his muscles. His sweat soaked
through my tee shirt. His scent. His masculine musk. He must have been
working out. I could smell his pits. I didnt mind, didn't mind at all.

Then we both stood back. Both our hands on each other's arms. He was
looking me over and I was returning the gesture. "Heath, could it really be
you? But, why are you here? What made you come here?"

I still couldn't speak. Then I heard Trent move behind me. "His Mom kicked
him out last night sir." Was all Trent said.

"Your Mom kicked you out? For what? And I'm sorry but I guess this is a
friend of yours." Dad was looking from me to Trent.

"Yes sir, I'm Trent, Trent Daniels Mr. Rolands. I'm Heath's best friend.
He's been through a lot but he wanted me to bring him here. I hope you
don't mind." Trent was doing all the talking. I knew I should chime in but
I was still a bit paralized.

"Well, thank you Trent. And it's nice to meet you. Thank you for bringing
him here." Dad shook his hand then turned his attention back to me. "Do you
want to tell me why you're here son. Tell me what happened?"

That's when I turned back to Trent. "Hey bud, um, can you take off? I think
its going to be ok, that is if my Dad doesnt mind me crashing here." I
turned to my Dad. "I'll tell you anything you want to know. And if after
that you want me to leave I know I can call Trent. Ok?"

"Of course you can stay here son. And nothing could be so bad that you're
going to have to call Trent back. But Trent, you are welcome here anytime.
But I would like some time with Heath alone. I need to know what's going
on, and what's happened the past 14 years. Do you mind Trent?"

"No sir, I don't mind at all. Heath buddy, call me man. I'll wait till you
call to come back. But don't take too long." He shook my Dad's hand again
and then gave me a quick hug. "See you guys" and he headed to his car and
then he drove off. Dad and I both waved and then Dad gestured to me to
follow him into the house.

He was still in just his work out shorts. They fit him snug. For around
thirty six he was well built. Wide shoulders, narrow waist, thick thighs,
nice feet. Yea, he was even bare foot.

It took me a minute to notice the house. The front room was large but not
well furnished. Kinda messy too. We kept going until we got to the main
kitchen. It was like night and day. Dad saw my reaction.

"I bought this house a couple years ago Heath. I made it a priority to get
three rooms done right away. The kitchen, master bedroom and master
bathroom. Those were done the first year. Since then I've gotten the den
done but that's about it." And with that we walked into the den which was
off the kitchen.

There was a very large fire place, a desk with a lap top, a couple of
leather chairs, a large screen TV on one side of the room and then the
other half of the room had work out equipment. Dad gestured me towards one
of the leather chairs.

"Sit down son. You want something to drink. I don't have much. Bottled
water or Budweiser is all I'm afraid." he looked at me for a second and
said, "Oh hell with it. I'm not going any where and you're over eighteen.
I'll get us both a beer." So he walked back to the kitchen and I heard a
couple bottles clang together.

The house was warm. At least the den was. There was no fire in the fire
place but it was warm. Dad sat on the other leather chair and handed me the
beer. We both took a sip and then both took a deep breath. I spoke first.

"I hope you don't mind me barging in but I didn't really know what to do..."

"He speaks" Dad said with a chuckle, "No son, I don't mind at all. In fact,
since you turned eighteen I have been trying to get up the nerve to seek
you out. Without your Mother knowing of course."

"Why not Dad? Why wouldn't you want Mom to know. She said that when you
left you are the one that didn't want to come back."

"Well son, I guess we have different versions of that story, your Mother
and I. But to be truthful, the way I understood it, your Mother wanted me
out of your life and asked me never to return. She was pretty straight
forward on that one."

I just stared at him or a little while. Trying to take this in. "Why Dad,
what was the reason. I really needed you. But at the same time I learned to
live with out you. It wasn't fair. Where were you all those years?" I asked
with urgency.

"I was right here son. Well not right here in this house. But I lived here.
Outside of town, never left. Your Mom and I had a falling out. We didn't
agree on a lot of things. Especially the rigid lifestyle she wanted to
live. The extreme Christian way of life. I got sick of it and got tired of
being called a sinner for small things that people do every day. But I
refuse to speak ill of her. But that doesn't mean I had to agree with her.
But I sent your Mom money every month for you. Never heard from her but I
know the checks got cashed."

"That's where that money came from..." I said in a whisper.

"What money son? What money are you talking about?" Dad asked.

"I...um....have a college savings account. It has a lot of money in it....I
never knew where it came from. Mom put it in my name when I turned eighteen
so I would learn responsiblily.

"Well I'm happy to hear that. She did have respect for the fact that the
money was for you and not for her. Now son. Why did she throw you out. What
happened?"

I looked at my Dad for a few minutes. I just met him less than thirty
minutes ago. And here I was having a serious conversation with him telling
each other things we usually don't discuss. But how would I answer this
question.

"Can we just say that we didn't see things the same way for now Dad?"

"Fair enough. But just tell me one thing. Does it have anything to do with
anything against the law or you dropping out of school?"

I had to laugh little at that one. I was a wreak the whole time I was there
until that moment. "Nothing against the law Dad and as far as school
goes...I an enrolled in one class this semester and don't even need it. I
could have graduated in December but decided to graduate with my class. So
I took a shop class to stay in for the last semester. And yes, my grades
were good. 3.8 to be exact."

"That's so good to hear son. Ok. We will leave it there for now now that I
know the police won't be knocking at the door anytime soon. I want you to
stay here for as long as you want to. I want to get to know you. You are my
son and I have missed fourteen years of your life. Do you want to stay
here?"

I looked at him, my father, for a few minutes before answering. I was
overwhelmed by emotions. I didn't know what to expect. But I knew I wanted
to get to know him too. I wanted my father. "Yes Dad, I want to stay here."

My father took this in for a moment and then said, "Ok. Well there is some
problems to work out. You've seen this house is under rehab and there are
only a few functional rooms. I don't even have a couch. But I do have a
king size bed in my room. Would you be opposed to sharing it? We will just
have to make rehabbing one of the guest rooms a priority. But for now we
will have to be adults about this and share our space. Ok?"

Wow. Maybe I should fess up to why I was here. I mean, my Dad turned out to
be a stud, and I'm probably gay. And now I'll have to share a bed with him?
It was all happening so fast. But I didn't have much of a choice. "How
badly do you snore?" I asked to lighten the situation.

Dad laughed. "Probably not any worse than you son". And he reached over and
put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into another hug. I felt myself
stir. This was going to be some adventure....

Part 2 cumming soon!

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