Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2015 18:13:46 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Searching for My Identity, Part 5 (gay/incest)

When I woke up the next morning, with the sun beaming in my bedroom
windows, I heard some noises coming from the main part of the house.
Kitchen I think.

I rolled out of bed, walked over to the master bath for a piss and then
made my way to the kitchen without bothering to dress.

Pedro was at the stove making some sort of breakfast. He was wearing his
apron. And only his apron. His perky ass sticking out was a sight to
behold. I could tell he was very down with the new clothing rules around
the house.

"Good Morning Pedro" I said so he would know I was there.

"Boss! I'm making Green Chili breakfast burrito for you and Max. I hope you
like." I swear if he had a tail it would be wagging.

"I'm sure it will be great Pedro. Your cooking always is." Pedro has become
everything in the house now. He is amazing. Driver, cook, maid, butler, and
work out partner when Max isn't available. Oh yeah, Max. "Do you know where
Max is?"

"Yes boss. He's in the gym. Said he would only be a little while. Wanted a
quick workout." And then he went back to making his burritos.

I went back to the gym to see what Max was up to and was pleasantly
surprised. He just had an old jock on and was on the bench doing presses. I
went in as quietly as I could. His musk was overwhelming. I could feel my
cock thickening up. I began to remember yesterday's activities. Max turned
me on and he knew what he was doing. I liked it. I wasn't even too worried
about the dynamics of our relationship like I was with Pedro. I just knew I
wanted more.

I went over to the bench. Max still hadn't heard me. I got down on my knees
and watched until he was aware of me. When he finished his set he looked
over at me and was startled. He was sweating pretty well.

"Scott!?!?"

"Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt your workout" I smirked at him.

"No worries boss. Sorry, I must reek. Haven't showered since yesterday."
Max sniffed his pit. The move made me harder than I already has.

"I am aware bud. Actually I like it. You stopped wearing deodorant?"

"Yeah, well I noticed you didn't and I knew Pedro didn't and I figured it
was fine. I always liked my own scent. Hope that's not too weird. I stopped
a couple weeks ago. It's ok isn't it?" Max, the definition of confidence,
questioning his decision on such a personal choice. Made him even more sexy.

"Well, I don't know, how does it taste?" I asked.

"Huh? I mean...you want...? You want..." I could see Max's jock strap
filling in.

"I want" was all I said. And then I lifted his arm and dove in. Oh my God
was he tasting good. I swear I always loved my own scent and noticed it on
others in the gym or on the mats. But I never thought I would actually ever
have the opportunity to take advantage of the flavor of a man like this. A
real man.

Max had some thick biceps and really nice shoulders. Made eating out his
pits so much more enticing. I cleaned his left pit for a little while. When
I had started I heard Max say under his breath, "Oh fuck yeah".

When I changed sides Max said, "Fuck man. My boss is a pig. Did I tell you
how I love my fucking job yet Scott?". I didn't answer. His scent was
driving me crazy.

When I was done with his pits he was still laying on the bench. Totally
relaxed. I stayed on my knees and wanted to taste something else. I hadn't
had much practice on this yet and I went for it. I lifted Max's legs and
dove into his ass. Right between the straps of his jock.

"Um, oh fuck, Scott. I don't...damn...know how clean I am man. Oh fuck" Too
late I had already started.

I didn't care. I tasted sweat. Something a little earthy. But otherwise I
loved it. Like I said before. Every part of Max was thick and muscular. His
stomach was a little soft but he's lost a lot of that since we've been
associated. I loved having his thick thighs on each side of my head.

I was so turned on I knew I needed to be fucked again. I let Max's legs
down and he looked at me confused for a second. "Stay just like you are." I
said. I went to the cabinet and got the lube and poppers. I put them next
to the bench.

I then stripped Max of his jock and his cock popped out. I lubed up my ass
first and then his cock.

"Oh fuck" was all Max said.

I walked over him and then proceeded to squat down on him. Aiming his cock
with my right hand and steadying my self with my left. In this position it
was easy. He went right in with little pain. But before I took him all in I
took a couple hits of poppers. The drug induced need kicked in. My cunt
opened up for him. I slide right down into home. I sat there for a moment.
Trying to get used to him before starting up again.

He was looking at me. Partially in disbelief and partially with some sort
of admiration. Both his hands on my hips. Looking down on him I was pretty
taken by the emotion in his eyes. I bent down and my mouth met his. My
tongue invaded beyond his teeth. He fully participated. It was the most
intense kiss of my life so far.

His arms went around the back of my head and shoulders. We kept kissing
when I lifted up off him for a moment and then went back down. We kept
kissing. I fucked my self on his cock. We kept kissing. His tongue tasted
so good. His cock fit so well. We were fucking each other.

It didn't last long. We were too worked up. He came first this time. When I
felt his cock expand inside me it sent me over the edge as well. I shot all
over his stomach and chest. Both of us breathing heavy. Still lightly
kissing. He was still hugging me.

"Fuck Scott. That was so intense. It felt so good." Max said.

"I know." His cock was still in me. I liked it. That warm wet feeling after
sex. I could get very used to this. I knew he was going to get soft sooner
or later but I liked this for now. Wanted it to last.

Max had just turned 26 before we had met. I was going to be nineteen in the
fall. Was that too much of a span in years? What the hell was I thinking?

I started to get up. He fell out of me. I couldn't hold it. I leaked all
over his crotch. I looked at him embarrassed. But he smiled and got a
twinkle in his eyes. He reached down and rubbed it all over himself. Then
he pushed me down on top of his crotch again and rubbed my trench all
around his crotch. He pulled me down into another kiss.

When we finished kissing we both laughed and he suggested we shower. It was
a good idea.

After we finished in the shower we went out to the kitchen where Pedro had
breakfast ready. It looked like he had been waiting a little while but he
didn't say anything.

We sat at the breakfast bar eating and the burritos were delicious. I never
had a breakfast burrito before and was totally impressed.

As we finished, and Pedro headed to another part of the house, I turned to
Max and asked, "What will I end up paying Hill and Hill for your services
this year?"

Max was taken aback for a moment. And then I saw a flicker of fear in his
eyes. I then realized that he was thinking he over stepped his bounds with
me. But that wasn't where I was going.

"Um, well...let me think. I guess in the neighborhood of .005 percent. So
about 360,000. Or there about." Max answered cautiously.

"So you do all the work right? And then it is reviewed by the law firm we
hired to ensure everything is on the up and up right?" I was noticing more
stress on Max's face. But I wasn't meaning to worry him.

"Well, yes I do the work. Hill and Hill provides me the resources to help
with the management of your vast holdings." Max truly looked worried.

"So let me ask you this. What if you didn't have Hill and Hill to fall back
on. Could you use other resources to, quote, unquote, manage my vast
holdings?"

A slight twitch in his eyes. He didn't know where this was going. "Well,
yes, there are other resources to use. There are actually ways to pay for
access to management firms and use there resources. I'm not up on all the
specifics."

"Could you find out?" I asked.

"Can I ask why?" Max asked.

"They pay you 80,000 plus a bonus?" I countered.

"Well, I have yet to see a bonus, but I was hoping that if our relationship
was successful that I would at least manage a small one this year." Max
answered.

"I see. This is what I propose. I want to dump Hill and Hill." I frankly
stated.

"What?!?! I don't understand Scott? What have I done to be let go like
this. I thought you and the lawyers were happy with the performance so far.
I didn't think that, that...well this is so sudden...I"

I interrupted. "Who said I was letting you go? I said I wanted to dump Hill
and Hill. I don't see a reason to pay them almost 400,000 a year when you
are doing all the work and only getting 80,000. My loyalties to you are far
more solid than to Hill and Hill. Calm down."

"You mean, um, you want me to dump Hill and Hill as well?" Max questioned.

"Is it possible?" I asked.

"Well, yes it's possible. But let me get this straight. You want me to
manage your money on my own. You want me to leave Hill and Hill. You want
to leave Hill and Hill. Aren't you concerned with that leaving you too
dependent on me? Too trusting?" Max was skeptical.

"We will retain the lawyers. They will still review your work as they do
now. So what really will be the difference. Except for the fact you will be
making 200,000 a year and bonuses will be by my discretion. Can you have
the lawyers draw up a contract?"

"Are you serious?" Max was dumbfounded.

"Very" I replied.

"Well, um, I guess...Well I guess I have to call the lawyers. You won't
leave Hill and Hill until everything is finalized right?" Max asked.

"Of course not. We're a team Max. Get it done." I got up from the table and
headed towards my room.

"But, that's it? Get it done? But don't you want to talk about..." Max
began.

I turned around and faced Max. "There is nothing left to talk about. I want
to pay you. Not some firm. Work it out with the lawyers and I will sign the
papers. Now I'm going to get dressed and take the old truck to my father's
garage. Any other questions?"

"Uh I guess not" Max replied.

"Good" I continued to my room.

I didn't shower again. Figured I didn't need to. I just showered an hour
ago. Just threw on some gym shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt. As I walked
through the house I felt Pedro and Max's eyes on me.

"Do you want company?" Max asked concerned.

"Not this time thanks" I simply replied. Grabbed the keys to the truck and
left.

It was already 9am. I knew the garage was open for two hours already. I
hoped they weren't too busy. And I hope James was there. My dad.

I pulled into the gates of the garage at about 9:20. The place actually
looked deserted. I parked in front of one of the open bays. There was a car
inside each open bay and there was one bay that was closed. The parking lot
had several cars in it.

I got out of the truck. It was going to be a hot one today. It had to be at
least 85 degrees already. I was sweating a bit.

I waited a few moments before setting off to find someone. There was some
music coming from the garage but I didn't really hear anything else.

I walked into the office first that was on the side of the building with a
separate entrance. When I walked in there was no one there but a mess of
paper work. Looks like no one believed in filing, or organization, or
recycling for that matter.

There was a side door to the garage part with the three bays and it was
propped open. I went through the door and that's when I heard something
drop on the concrete. So I knew someone was here.

"Hello" I shouted, trying to make myself heard over the music, that wasn't
very loud but still.

"Be right up, make yourself at home" said a deep voice. Then I saw that the
third bay, the one with the door closed, had a pit underneath it. That's
where the voice must be coming from.

There were chairs on the side of the first bay with magazines, a water
fountain and a soda machine. Typical garage fare. But there were the usual
posters with babes on them around the garage or the typical 'pinup'
calendar. There was one large poster for spark plugs that featured a WWE
wrestler on it. Shirtless and sweaty as one might expect.

I then looked over at the third bay and saw a head rising from between the
cars. Very short, buzzed, black hair. Almost shaved off. A black man. His
face was good looking but powerful. As he came up between the cars I notice
he was wearing the typical mechanics coveralls.

"Hello, where did you go?" He almost shouted.

I stood up and waved. "Over here, in the waiting area." That's when he
turned around and I almost was taken a back a bit. His zipper was most of
the ways down his torso. The coveralls barely contained his chest and his
shoulders were giving the seams of the outfit a run for their money. There
were hardly any sleeves left on the uniform. Looked like they had actually
been torn off at some point. And his arms. They were massive. The guy
looked like an NFL player. I felt my knees weaken a bit. Not from fear mind
you. But lust.

He started to walk over to me while he was wiping his hands with a rag.
"What can I do for you?".

"Um..well..I was looking for a James Gentry? He um...a friend told me
that...he um could look at my truck for me and let me know if it was ok. I
just bought it from a used car lot and needed to make sure it was ok. Is he
around." I stammered.

The guy looked amused. "Looking for Jimmy eh? Well Jimmy's not around. Will
I do?"

"Um sure, I guess, but this is his garage right?" I asked stupidly. The
sign outside confirmed it. I was totally distracted by those arms. In spite
of the fact that Max and I just had sex a couple hours ago I felt my cock
betraying me and thickening up. I started thinking of as many gross things
as I could to stop it from getting any harder.

"Yeah buddy, it is. He just took the day off to get some personal stuff
done. I'm Rex." He held out his beefy hand to shake, I took it. "I work for
Jimmy".

I relaxed a little. It was the warmth of his hand and his big bright smile
I guess. "I'm Scott". Not providing any last name just in case he ever
heard of me.

"Ok Scott. Let's see what you got." He turned to walk out of the garage
towards my truck. That's when I noticed that those coveralls weren't the
typical baggie garage fare. These seemed to be molded to the man's body.
"Damn it's a hot one out here today" he said.

And then, just before he got to the truck, he took the top part of his
uniform off his shoulders and let it fall and just let if hang there. The
zipper was well below his navel at this point. Any progress that I had made
in controlling my cock had been lost. The man was a walking wet dream. His
chocolate skin with a sheen of sweat on it was beautiful. Not a  blemish in
sight.

And his muscles. Put everyone in our house to shame. Then I realized he was
talking to me.

"Um, excuse me, Scott? I asked where the keys were." he was smirking.

"Oh, uh, in the truck, in the ignition." I stammered again. I looked down
as he turned towards the truck again and saw that my cock was growing down
the leg of my gym shorts and if it got any larger it would be poking out
soon. Dead babies, old people pooping, dead fish washing up on the beach,
woman's body parts, nothing was working. He was too hot. And the heat in
the parking lot was not helping. Just making the situation worse.

I hope the guy didn't think I was a total pervert. That's all I need is for
him to tell my dad some gay boy came by the shop today. I'm not sure how
that would go over.

Rex started up the truck and then popped the hood. He came out and around
and lifted the hood and went to the side of the engine compartment. Facing
away from me. As he bent over his very muscular back to look inside the
slightest hint of butt crack showed on the top of what was left on of his
uniform. The man was only wearing that uniform. Nothing else. Fuck! I'm
done for. My cock got that slightest bit harder.

As he stood back up his uniform stayed where it was. With about 2 inches of
muscular butt showing. I was getting dizzy. The man was just beautiful.
Maybe it was the heat or more likely teenage hormones. But damn this man
made me horny.

He turned around and said, "So far so good but I'll have to put it on the
rack to check the brakes and transmission. You got time".

I barely heard him. As his the backside of his uniform slid down so did his
front side. He had a beautiful V and a wonder six pack. I just answered
"sure".

He moved the car out of the second bay and then moved the truck in. The
truck began to rise and then Rex took his place underneath it. I stood at
the entrance to the bay just watching in awe. I had forgotten about my hard
cock. It was useless to hide it. I'm sure he already saw it.

It was hot in the garage. There were fans but they did little to calm the
heat. And it didn't do anything to calm me down.

Then all of a sudden, "Bud come here a minute" Rex beckoned. I walked over.
He was under the transmission. It looked like his uniform was lower.

He was looking up and holding a light up into the undercarriage. I got
close. I could feel the heat coming off of him. "See this?" he said.

I looked up. Didn't know what he was talking about. "What?" I asked. I was
looking but didn't know what I was looking at.

"No, not up there. Down here." I was confused.

Then I looked down. His uniform was around his ankles. His cock was
standing straight up. Hard as a rock and as long as a ruler. My stomach
took a roll. I felt dizzy again.

He turned off the light in his hand and put it on the ground. He toed off
his boots, I don't know how, and left his uniform and boots under the
truck. He took my hand and led me to the bay where the door was closed. The
one with the pit.

He was totally naked. Only a sheen of sweat on his gorgeous ebony muscular
body.

I followed willingly.

When we stopped he pulled my shirt off me and then yanked down my gym
shorts.

"Now that's an ass. Pretty white boy ass. That ass seen any action?"

"yes" I could barely get out

Rex grunted before he replied, "Gonna have to hit that. You down?".

"yes" my legs were shaky.

He walked over to the bench and opened a drawer. He had lube and poppers in
there. I was thankful to see the poppers. His cock would be the biggest yet
and I needed all the help I could get. But I was willing. More than
willing.

"Come over and lean against this bench. I want to have a taste of that ass
before I fuck it." I went over, like I was in a trance, and put my hands on
the bench and pushed my ass out.

Next thing I know he was squatting down behind me and spreading my cheeks
with his hands. His mouth covered my hole and his tongue, oh my god, his
tongue went half way up my ass. It was the most powerful, incredible rim
job so far. Fucking my hole with his tongue and using his lips as a suction
cup was more than I could take. I almost lost my footing and fell on him. I
held onto that bench though. I got through it.

Then he stood up. My hole already felt abused. I felt his lubed up finger
going in. And then another. And another. Stretching my hole. Tugging at it.
Rotating in it. Lubing it. He had me going crazy.

Before I knew what was going on I felt him at my hole. His cock. It was a
large one and I was apprehensive but I knew I wanted it.

As his head went in, feeling the pressure, I pushed back. I wanted it. The
fact that Max had already fucked me a few hours ago helped. My hole opened
up to Rex. Engulfed his cock. Brought it inside.

"Oh fuck" he said as he bottomed out in my hole. I took him all like a
champ. Surprising myself.

"Fuck me" I said under my breath.

"You sure baby? When I start I can't stop" he replied.

"Yes." I hissed out.

He grabbed my hips and slowly started to bring his cock out and then back
in. We were both sweating already. And it would only get more intense.

He felt incredible. Pedro was good. Max was wonderful but Rex. Oh god Rex
was incredible.

Soon he was moving faster. Making me moan like a whore while he pounded my
cunt. I couldn't believe it was happening. I haven't even known him more
than 30 minutes. And here I was letting him fuck me like a whore off the
streets.

But we were both getting into it now. The outside world seemed so far away.
My moaning getting loader and his grunts getting deeper. We were really
going strong. I pushed back to meet every thrust.

And then...

"Well what do we have here Rex?" A deep voice in the background I hadn't
ever heard before.

"We have a new customer Jimmy" Rex replied between grunts.

"I see that. Walk in or did you go find him?" The voice chuckled.

"No he walked in. May not walk out too easily" Rex laughed while keeping up
his thrusts.

It took me a moment to comprehend that someone else was in the garage with
us. And then I turned back to see who it was.

When I did and my eyes met the mans, the strapping stud in shorts and a
tank top, the man did a double take and said, "Scott?!?!?!?"

"You know him Jimmy?" Rex asked as he didn't even break his stride.

"You're fucking my son" the man replied.

Rex stopped. I stopped breathing. The room went still.

Should there be a Part 6?

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