Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 08:22:42 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Runaway, Part 3

m/m, family fun, etc...

Where we left them:

After I caught my breath I realized that the shower was a mess and didn't
want Dad to find it. I took the hand held and rinsed off the wall. Then I
finished showering and dryed off. Threw on my shorts and went off to find
Dad.

I got down to the kitchen where Dad was and he looked up from what he was
doing. "Did you have a good shower son. Um, you look flushed, you ok." And
then it seemed like his expression changed and he said, "Oh, well that's
fine, I'm making a salad. You probably need something to eat" and he had a
very amused look on his face.

Part 3:

We finished our salads and our drinks and talked the night away. By the
time I knew it it was 9pm. Sleep was catching up with me and I needed to go
to bed. I stood up and told Dad it was time for me to go to bed.

"That's fine son. I'm going to do a few things down here and then I'm off
to bed myself. Good night."

"Good night Dad, and thanks for everything" I said.

"No problem son."

I got up to the bedroom and was about to crawl in bed. The shorts I had on
were going to be uncomfortable to sleep in so I went ahead and took them
off. I would be under the sheets anyway and Dad didn't seem to care much
about how I dressed so I figured it would be fine.

My head hit the pillow and that was it. I was gone. The next thing I knew
the sun was streaming through the windows. There was windows facing the bed
and on one side of the bed and they seemed to all catch the morning light.

Then I realized I heard snoring. It was light but it was snoring. I looked
over and Dad was on his stomach facing away from me. The sheet was down
around the lower part of his back. About an inch of his butt crack was
exposed. His back and crack were smooth and muscular. In fact his butt
lifted the sheet up off the bed almost.

It was a pretty hot sight but the problem was my morning half hard on was
now a full morning hard on. I could make my way from the bed to the
bathroom without waking him. I'm pretty sure I could anyway.

I slowly got out of bed. Dad was still quietly snoring. I made my way to
the bathroom just fine without waking him up.

Peeing usually did the trick but I was so hard it hurt. I took a look at
myself in those mirrors again. I felt like a total exhibitionist. And it
was turning me on more. Even though sleep had not totally left me I was
getting pretty horned up. So for the second time in less than 12 hours I
began to rub another one off.

I stood over the toilet watching myself. Lift my other arm over my head and
licking my own pit. I tasted ripe and salty. I could see myself and it was
pretty hot. I started jacking quicker. It wasn't going to take long.

I was at the point of no return and I shot my load all over the toliet. My
eyes were closed and I knew I had to open them or I would fall down. As I
did I looked at myself in the mirror again but I wasn't the only reflection
I saw. My Dad was standing in the entrance to the bathroom leaning on the
wall with one hand on his half hard cock.

"That was quite a show son. Nice thing to wake up to. Hope I didn't
interupt"

"Er....no...I mean...no Dad. Sorry..."

"No need to be sorry son, no need at all" Dad had a grin on his face. I
didn't quite know how to take it.

I quickly cleaned off the toliet and took a piss as Dad went back into the
bedroom. After I was done I walked back in the bedroom to get my shorts and
my Dad was laying on top of the bed with his legs spread and his right hand
on his cock jacking off. His left hand was about his hand and his nose was
in his pit. He noticed me coming in and said, "Sorry son. But after that
show I had to get one off myself. Hope it doesn't bother you."

"Ummm...no Dad..er...um I was just going to get my shorts...sorry again..."
I scrambled to get my shorts and I left the room quickly. Not really
because what my Dad was doing bothered me. It was just that I was getting
hard again. Hard over my own Dad. How was I going to explain that.

I was in the kitchen making coffee just in my shorts when Dad walked in the
kitchen saying he just got out of the shower. I turned to say 'good
morning' and my jaw hit the ground. He was still naked as the day he was
born. My shock must have been completely evident because Dad said with a
chuckle, "Sorry son, after this mornings happenings I figured you wouldn't
mind me sticking to my lifestyle. If its an issue I can go grab a pair of
shorts."

"Er....no, no, I mean. It's fine Dad. I'm just not used to it is all. You
have to remember who I've lived with for 18 years. Mom never emerged from
her room unless she was completely dressed and ready to go for the day and
balked at me if I didn't have a shirt on around the house. I don't mean to
be a prude Dad. I'm really not one. Just will take some getting used to
having freedom that I didn't have before."

Dad listened carefully and waited till I was done. Then he did another
unexpected thing. He walked up and gave me another one of his bear hugs.
Tight and strong. Although he was showered he still had such a strong
masculine scent. It was intoxicating. Then he said, "I understand son. I
guess I should have thought of the sheltered lifestyle that you were
brought up in. I'll go up and get some shorts and a tee on." he went to
turn but I stopped him.

"No Dad. This is your house and I am a guest as well as a willing
participant. You stay the way you like in your house and I will, as the
guest, do as the Roman's do." Dad's left eyebrow went up as I unbuttoned my
shorts and let them fall to the ground. The only problem is that I was half
hard from that hug he gave me. And he looked right at it too. Which only
made the situation worse but I quickly turned around and went back to the
coffee.

"Well son, I'm impressed. In more ways than one I might add. But I really
don't want to make you uncomfortable and I hope you are sincere. And I like
having all my cards out on the table with you son. And when you're ready we
should talk more about being roommates. My habits may be a bit hair raising
compared to a person that has been sheltered. No matter who you're
attracted to."

"What do you mean Dad. Here, wait. The coffee is ready. Let me pour us a
couple of cups and we'll sit here an talk. Naked.", I laughed and he joined
in. "It does feel pretty good to be naked Dad. Especially since the heat
has been so bad lately."

"It always feels good to be naked son.", Dad said as I handed a cup of
coffee. "But I'm betting on what you've told me so far that you have not
had many experiences son. That's why I want to talk to you. You see son.
I'm not exactly a saint and Anthony and I had very special relationship."

"I know Dad, you said you loved him a lot."

"Well yes son, I did love him a lot but that's not what I mean. I mean we
had an open relationship, do you know what that means?"

"Umm, well, I guess it means that ....well no, not really."

"Well it means that even though we were committed to each other if
something came up, so to speak, with another man we were free to explore
that option. You understand?"

"You mean you could have sex with other people?? Even when the other person
wasn't there?" I was a little shocked.

"Yes son, that is what that means. But we always knew where home was and
who was waiting for us there. We were respectful on one another and never
let he other one worry. We always came home at night unless we were out of
town that is. And we did take seperate vacations a lot so that the garage
was always supervised by one of us."

"Wow Dad. I guess that's pretty awesome if you both agreed to it. But why
are you telling me this. Anthony has been gone a while."

"Well I guess I was laying the ground work to let you know that I have
guys, every now and then, coming in and out of here. You may walk in on
something unexpected I guess. And I didn't want you to freak out. The fact
that you believe you're gay helps a lot. I don't know how I would handle
any of this if you were totally straight. I guess I would have to get the
other bedrooms started on ASAP." Dad laughed and I saw his point. I guess
its good that I am gay for the living conditons."But we may have to work on
one of the guest rooms soon anyway. You may want to have Trent over
sometime and you won't want your old man in the way."

"You wouldn't be in the way at all Dad." Oh shit, what made me say that.
"I, um, I mean that its not like the cat is still in the bag Dad."

"It's ok son, I get it." He laughed again. "There is another room in the
house you havent seen yet and I'll give you a tour later. But you need to
promise that you won't be too shocked and that you'll take it in slowly."

"Ooook, I guess..." I replied.

"Don't worry son. It's nothing too bad" He chuckled, "Just some more of
your Dad's cards to be layed on the table. And there is one other thing..."
This just keeps getting better and better, what now, "I don't want you to
hear it from anyone else even though I'm not sure I'm ready to tell you or
that you're ready to hear it. But, like I said, you need to hear it from
me, and no one else, not even your Mother. Although why she didn't let that
one out is beyond me. But the fact that your Mother caught me in a gay
situation wasn't the only thing that really set her off, it was who I was
with."

"Why what difference did it make if it was Anthony or any one else Dad?" I
was confused but I was to see things so much clearly in the next few
seconds.

"Well son, you see, ...well Anthony was....um..."

"God Dad spit it out. We just watched each other jack off for God's sakes.
What could be so shocking?" I surprised myself.

"Ok son. Anthony was my Uncle. My Uncle was the one that hired me, gave me
his business and loved me as a lover." I just stared at him and froze. I
just sat there and tried to take it in. My Dad's Uncle was his lover?

"Son, son...you ok?" Dad was waving his hands in front of my face. I
snapped back to reality. What a few days this has been. I had been sitting
there in my frozen state reviewing everything from the moment Trent and I
started sucking each others cock, to getting thrown out of my Mom's house
to meeting my Dad for the first time and now this. It all seemed too much.

"Yea Dad, I'm ok. I just think I need some time to digest everything. It's
been quite a few days."

Dad smiled and then looked at me serious, "If at any time you are
uncomfortable with anything you will talk to me right son? I want you to be
completely open with me and I will be with you also. There is no reason for
either one of us to hide anything from each other. Agreed?"

I looked up from the table and looked into his eyes. For some reason, even
though we just met a few days ago, I had complete love and trust for this
man. I don't know why. I'm not the sentimental type at all. The only real
friend I have is Trent and as for Mom, I love her and stuff, but I don't
really like her. Not right now at least.

"Ok Dad. I agree. Complete honesty. But can I ask you something?"

"Shoot son!"

"Is there anything else I should know about. Is there anything else I might
stumble on in this house or in your life. Since I am new to all this I
guess I just want to know what to expect...er...if you don't mind me asking"

Dad was looking down at the table now. He was wrestling with something.
Then he looked up and smirked. Not the kinda smirk that is cocky but the
kinda smirk that says, 'yea you caught me, there is something else'. I sat
there waiting. What else could he possibly tell me. He's gay, his gay lover
was his uncle. He had an open relationship...what else is there?

"Ok Heath, I guess I didn't scare you away so far. If the fact that Anthony
was my Uncle didn't do it this shouldn't either. Well, Anthony had
connections in the film business. He introduced me to a lot of people.
These people thought I had potential to make money..."

Now it was my turn for a light bulb to go off and was it ever bright!
"PORN? You did porn??" Although for sitting there naked and having coffee
with my naked father I should not be so shocked. But I was.

At my sudden outburst Dad had no choice but to crack up. He was trying to
be so serious and he just ended up losing it.

Once he calmed down and saw that I was still sitting there with my jaw on
the ground he got serious again. "I'm not going to lie to you son. I'm a
bit of a 'I'll do anything once' type of guy. I have few things that bother
me and I like men. So yea I have done and still do some porn. That's what
paid for this house. The garage is my full time job but it only pays the
bills. It doesn't really pay for anything. Porn pays for things. And before
you ask, yes, I do strictly gay porn. And my stage name is...well...."

I recovered enough to ask, "Well, what is it?"

"Well I just realized how crazy this all is. I'm not sure if I want to tell
you now"

"Oh jeeeze Dad. After everything you've been telling me you think your
stage name is going freak me out?"

"Well it just might son. Hold on a second" Dad got up and went into the
Den. I heard the closing of a cabinet or something. He came back into the
kitchen with a DVD in his hand. "Rather than tell you I'll just let you
read the cover of the latest DVD. It was released this past fall. That way
you know I'm not putting you on."

Dad handed me the DVD. On the front was a shadow of a naked man, my father,
with prison bars in front of him. He had a menacing look on his face. His
crotch was blurred out by the title and credits. But he looked fucking hot.
I felt my cock twitch at the site. The title read:

"Protector behind bars" starring: Trent Heath

I dropped the DVD on the table and looked up at him. He looked at me
troubled. But all I could do was bust out laughing. In this fucked up world
there are so many things that just make you go "HUH?" and this was one of
them.

"Trent Heath?" I said under my breath after my laughing fit. Not realizing
it come out of my mouth. "How fucked up is that?". Still breathing heavy
from laughing I realized my cock still got thicker and half hard under the
table. I looked from the DVD to the man sitting across from me.

"Well now that we have shared everything, well almost, it seems pretty
fucked up. Yes, the Heath part was because of you, but the Trent part came
out of no where. Almost like some sort of premonition. Sorry son. Now I'm
hoping you don't think any less of me." My big old masculine father was
looking down at the floor waiting for rejection.

The past 48 hours, if I was being honest with myself, was making me see
things clearly for the first time in my life. I was never attracted to
girls. Trent and I spent all our free time together. We hugged, hell we
kissed when we had a few beers as a joke, but I knew the 'joke' was a
cover. We wanted to kiss. I was a pervert with my own body since I started
jacking off. Smelling myself. Going commando. Watching myself jack off.
Wondering if Trent did the same thing. Trent always popped into my mind
when I jerked off. So, if anything, dear old mom was right. I am the
product of my father.

My answer for him wasn't at all what he expected. "This is fucking hot.
When can I watch it?".

His head snapped up and he looked at me with a shocked look on his face.
"Heath, I don't think, I mean, that's not a good idea."

"Why not? Dad. I think by now we can agree that the pervert gene that is a
part of this family has definitely been passed on down to me. And to be
honest, now that all this is out, I don't see a reason to hide any of it. "

"Son, besides you, no one knows who Trent Heath really is. Being in this
small town in the deep south working as a mechanic goes a long way to keep
myself out of the lime light. All those films were shot in L.A.. Far away
from here. If you had turned out to be straight you would never have had to
know about it. I shared it with you because, well, ok, you're right. I see
a lot of myself in you. Hell you can't keep your cock soft around me. Trust
me. I've been thinking about dead kittens to keep myself soft. Watching
that hot scene in the bathroom this morning blew that out the window. Fuck
son. What are we going to do? I'm rambling..." he finally stopped.

"So then we can watch it?" I grinned.

"Might as well get this over with. You're sure?" he looked at me worried.

"Yep. The den? I don't remember a TV in there." I asked.

"Oh Christ. OK. There isn't one in there. Only in the bedroom." his hands
were shaking.

"Might as well be comfortable. Let's go." I was like a little kid at
Christmas. About to unwrap a room full of presents. Don't know what got
into me but it was like a new door opening up and all the repression from
my first 18 years was slipping away.

We got into the bedroom and I handed the DVD to my father. With a sigh he
took it. Looked like he was about to say something and then got a defeated
look on his face when he looked at mine. "Get into the bed. Under the
covers please."

I laughed but I did as he asked. When he got the film going he came and
climbed in under the covers as well. "I don't know how much porn you've
watch son but this is pretty explicit."

I didn't respond. The opening credits were almost over and the scene came
into view. It was my dad in a cell. He was wearing an orange prison
overall. It was zipped down past his navel. Showing off his beautiful
chest. The overalls were tight. I doubted they were like that in real
prisons.

A guard came into view. He had a young prisoner with him. Short muscular
kid with the same prison garb on. The guy couldn't be much older than me.
"We have a new cell mate for you Crabtree. Crabtree meet prisoner #0566482,
goes by Smithers."

The film continued for a few minutes of dialog why they were both in jail
and what the kid should expect. Then Crabtree warned him about being the
new meat and how that could go down for him. The kid asked him how to avoid
any negative confrontations. Crabtree simply said he needed to be
protected. "Who's going to protect me?". Crabtree grinned, "I will for a
price". Looking scared the kid said, "What's the price, I don't have any
money? What could I do for you?" and Crabtree responded, "Everything" as he
was grabbing his crotch through the uniform. "You be my bitch and I'll be
your protector." "I'm no ones bitch" the kid said defiantly. "Then I'm no
ones protector" said Crabtree as he unzipped his coveralls all the way and
slipped his shoulders and arms out of the uniform. The kid looked up with
fear and awe in his eyes. No matter how much being someone's bitch angered
him you could tell he was impressed with Crabtree's attributes.

There was a little more back and forth until Smithers finally relented and
saw his fate. He asked what was expected of him. Once again Crabtree said
"Everything". Then he lifted his right arm and put his right hand behind
his head. "Give Daddy a bath" he said with a grin. Smithers tried to look
disgusted but it was obvious that he would be giving Crabtree a tongue bath
in a few seconds.

The film continued. Smithers bathed every inch of Crabtree. Even learned,
supposedly, to rim and clean toes. Then, as Smithers was kneeling on the
floor in front of Crabtree, Crabtree let loose and pissed all over the kid.
He territory was marked. Then he pushed him on the floor onto his stomach.
Crabtree got down on the floor and ate the kids ass. Within minutes he was
fucking him on that cement floor. As as he started to cum he started to
pull out but the kid begged him to stay in. The scene ended with a close up
of the kids ass dripping cum out of it.

When the film was over, it lasted a little over an hour, Heath was rock
hard and playing with himself under the sheet. It was obvious Tom was hard
too. But he had his hands behind his head with a worried look on his face.
He just stared at the TV as the credits rolled.

Heath looked over at him and smirked. He could smell Tom's pit being so
close. Made him hornier. Went for broke. He put his face into his father's
pit and smelled it first and then licked it.

"Son, what are you doing? I don't think..." Just then Heath grabbed Tom's
cock under the sheet. "Oh fuck" Tom had a weakness for sex. Especially
anything taboo. This was as taboo as you could get. As much as he thought
he should reject Heath's advances he knew he wanted this as much as Heath
did.

After Heath was done cleaning his pit his head went under the sheet. He put
his father's cock in his mouth and went to town. He licked the length and
put the head in his mouth letting his tongue wrap around it. But before
Heath would let him cum he came up for air. "No more secrets Dad ever?"

"No more secrets ever son" he was breathing hard. He didn't want to cum
yet. He actually got an evil glint in his eye and said, "get on your
stomach son".

Heath complied. Tom slipped off the sheets and looked down at his son's
perfect muscular ass. He couldn't hold back anymore. He spread the boy's
thighs and dove in. Licking Heath's trench and then aiming for his hole. He
ate him out for a good ten minutes. Heath was pushing his ass back into
Tom's face.

Finally Heath, overcome with lust, said, "Take my cherry Dad".

"Oh fuck. Oh shit son. Are you sure" Tom knew he was going to do it but
didn't want to lose Heath ever again. And he didn't want to hurt him.

"Be my protector." Heath knew it sounded cheesy but it worked. He heard an
actual growl from his Dad behind him. Then, Tom reached into the side
table. He got out some lube and then a small brown bottle.

He handed the small bottle to Heath and said, "Breath this in as I go in.
It will help."

Tom lubed Heath's ass really good and then his cock. Heath was already
huffing the poppers. You could tell they were having the desired effect as
Heath was pushing his ass up.

As Tom slowly slid his cock into the boys hole Heath pushed out. He wanted
this. First with his Dad and then with Trent. Trent. How would Trent react
to this? Knowing Trent and what has gone down in the past few days. He'll
be fine.

Then all of a sudden there was a searing pain. "Use the poppers son." Tom
said as he stopped where he was at. He knew the pain would lessen soon.

Heath was determined however to make this happen. No pain was going to stop
it. He took another deep hit of poppers and then pushed his ass back. He
pushed through the pain. He wanted that cock in him. He wanted to be that
boy in the cell. It was his Dad after all. He should be Heath's protector.
Not some strangers.

Finally Tom was all the way in. The pain was going away. Heath just felt
full. Tom's hands were all over him. Heath took another hit and then pushed
back again. Wanting more. Tom got the hint. He started to fuck him.

"Oh fuck" Heath yelled out.

"Are you ok son?" Tom slowed down concerned.

"Oh fuck don't stop, harder, give it to me man" Heath yelled out.

Tom just said, "Oh fuck yeah."

He started to slam into the boy. The sweat. The smells. "Fucking perfect
ass. My boy has a perfect ass." Tom said.

"It's fucking yours man. Fucking yours to fuck Dad" Heath grunted out.

"Oh fuck yeah man. My boys ass is mine. Daddy's cock in my boys ass." he
was out of control with lust now. It was all so wrong and so right at the
same time.

Then it was over way too soon for Heath. Tom unloaded into his ass. He felt
his Dad's cock expand inside of him and then the volleys of cum shooting
into his guts. That actually made Heath cum onto the sheets.

Tom collapsed onto Heath's back. Breathing rapidly. Then the remorse hit.
He rolled off of the boy onto his back and put his arm over his face. "Oh
fuck what have I done. Finally get my son back and I fuck him." he was
muttering to himself.

Heath, hearing this, got a little angry. "Damn right you fucked me. And
you're going to do it again." He climbed on top of Tom and pulled his arm
away from his face. He looked him in the eyes and then went in for a kiss.
He forced his father's lips open and stuck his tongue in the man's mouth.
Tom's body relented and then he started to return the kiss. They made out
for the next few minutes.

Then Tom finally pulled Heath away and said, "Are you sure?".

"I've never known life could be like this. So open. So free. I'm sure. I
love you Dad and I barely know you. But I feel almost complete." Heath said.

"Almost?" Tom said with a grin.

"Well, I wouldn't mind Trent here with us." Heath grinned as well.

"Oh fuck" was all Tom could say and started to make out with Heath again.

Part 4 cumming soon!

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