Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2020 21:00:12 +0000 From: Dalas Jones Subject: The Mack Daddy Adventures Chapter 1 WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult males and incest between an adult male and a teenage male. This content is for mature audiences. If sexual activities between consenting males is illegal where you are, you are under the legal age in your location, or you find such material offensive, please exit this story now. This is a work of fiction and does not represent any real person or place, and any such similarities to any real person, living or dead, are entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story, and no duplication is permitted without consent, except publishing on this archive. The Mack Daddy Adventures I'm not entirely sure how it happened. I had never planned anything like this to happen, and I certainly didn't go looking for it, but I'm also not complaining that it did! I was just driving along, minding my own business, when things took an interesting turn. My name is Jonathan. I was never what anyone would describe as "good-looking". I had always been a little short and a bit round. I tried to stay in shape, but no matter what I did, I just couldn't seem to shake that last little bit of belly fat. Now we would call that a "dad bod", but I always looked at myself as being fat. I was married to my best friend from school. We had known each other for ten years, and been married for half of that. When we met, we had no intentions of ever falling in love, but that's the way the world worked. She always knew that I identified as bisexual, and that I preferred men. She never had any problem with that, and would often consult me about upcoming dates. One such guy, Robert was a close family friend that she went camping with every holiday weekend. I had gone camping with her a couple of times in school, and then after we got married, but he always had something come up to keep him away from camp. They obviously didn't last long. Over the years, he eventually married and had a couple of kids. Things went south for them, and they got divorced. He had a really nice construction job that paid the bills, and even though he had plenty of money, he moved back in with his parents so they could help out with the kids. Chapter 1 On the day that things changed, I was driving along a back country road. My job requires me to spend a lot of time in my car, and I try to find as many shortcuts as I can. One such shortcut brought me around a major construction project and down a side road. I had been going down that road for weeks with no issue, and knew that the construction company had their management site off that road. As I was coming past the drive towards the management trailer, a truck came speeding down the drive. Being a country road, I had nowhere to go. As luck would have it, I was almost past the drive when the truck hit the back passenger door of my car, sending me sideways into the cornfield to the side of the road. I felt relatively fine, other than a few sore joints, and I got out to inspect the damage as I fished out my cell phone to call 911. I could hear the driver get out of the truck and make his way towards me, asking if I was alright. I answered that I felt okay, and that I was calling for the police. He got out his own phone and called his boss to tell him about the accident. As I was finishing my call, I could hear another truck coming to a stop next to me. Someone got out and I heard them asking if I was alright, but I was feeling rather dizzy and everything around me was a swirling mess. I felt strong hands take me and lead me over to sit on the tailgate of the truck. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my head as a face I thought I recognized came into view. I heard sirens as the police and ambulance arrived on the scene. I was transported to the hospital. I was asked questions about what I remember about the accident, my medical history, and insurance coverage. I tried my best to answer all of their questions. They bandaged my head and gave me some medicine, and in no time I was feeling much better. By the time we had arrived at the hospital, I was more coherent. I was wheeled into a room, and as we passed the waiting area, I saw Robert arguing with the nurse about not being given any information. "Guys," I groaned as best I could. "Stop a second." The staff around me stopped and looked puzzled. I pointed at Robert. "I need to talk to him for just a minute before you get going." They looked around at each other, as if unsure whether that was allowed. "I'm already feeling much better than I was, so before you start going through with your exam, I would like just a moment with my friend." Someone went to the desk and told the nurse to allow him back. He was brought over to me and I fished my phone out of my pocket. "Take this, and call my wife. Tell her what happened." I handed him the phone, the number already pulled up. "I will," he replied. "And I'll try to check on you until she gets here." I gave him a smile. "Thanks." With that, I was rolled away and into a room. The exam didn't take long, but several people asked the same questions over and over again. Before I knew it, my wife was being led into the exam room and the nurse told me it wouldn't be much longer and I would probably be okay to go home. I told the story again to my wife. Told her about how I Robert had come to the hospital to check on me. How I had given him my phone to call her. Suddenly I remembered that he was there, so I sent my wife to find him and bring him back. He came into the room, but my wife didn't. "Jennifer went to find something to drink," he said as he crossed to the bed and sat on the edge. "How are you feeling?" "Like I've been hit by a Mack truck," I said, cracking my best wiseguy smile. He failed to hold back a laugh, as a smile crossed his face. "Yeah, sorry about that," he replied. "I'm not sure what happened, but I know the boss'll get to the bottom of it." "I'm sure he will." I looked up at him. He was watching me, studying my face. "Why are you here?" "I was worried about you." "We've barely spoken, if ever. Why would you be worried about me?" He was quiet for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. "I don't know. I may not have spent much time with you, but you've been around enough that you're practically family." He paused and sucked in a breath. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." I reached out and placed my hand on his arm. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. You didn't have to come, but I'm glad you did." His face twisted up in confusion. "You are?" I looked down and nodded. "Why?" It was my turn to draw a deep, steadying breath. I looked up, trying my best to meet his steely gaze. "The truth is that I've always been a little sad that you never come to camp. Or that you've never taken the time to have an actual conversation with me any of the times that I've been at your parents' house." He looked at me in disbelief. "How could you be sad if you don't even know me?" "Because..." I took another breath and decided to just bite the bullet. "Because I think you're hot. And I've wanted to get to know you because I want to have a reason to talk to you and to be around you." I couldn't look at him, so I looked down at my hands and prepared for him to punch me, or worse, leave. The bed shifted, and I thought for sure that he would storm out of the room, but I felt his knee push against mine. "You think I'm hot," he asked, his voice low. It wasn't angry, but it wasn't exactly warm and welcoming either. I raised my gaze to meet his again, and nodded slowly. "Ever since I first saw your picture. I was a little jealous when you and Jennifer were... whatever you were. And I hated your ex-wife for getting to come home to you." "What about Jennifer? Have you told her?" A look of panic spread across my face. "God, no! Well, not outright. I have about Brandon, but that was only because he was actually at camp the first time I came up." "Of course you think Brandon is hot, too," Robert said with a smirk. "Well the pretty boy thing was definitely better than whatever rooster business you had going on," I retorted with a laugh. "I had to look past all of that to see the real beauty." He laughed a little at the comment. "So, where does your wife fit into all of this," he asked again, studying me. "She knows how I feel, and I know that causes its own set of issues, so I don't tell her anything I don't have to. I don't want to upset her. I think you're hot. Much hotter now than you were back then!" Another small laugh. "I want things that I'm too scared to admit, mostly because I don't want to upset her. Even though at the beginning that has always been something we've said could happen, I've never been able to actually bring myself to admit that I wanted it." I looked down for a moment, thoughtful. "There are so many things that I've denied myself that I want to explore. I've formed so many fantasies about different guys, and I've had one or two about you. Brandon might have been there, too," I added with a wink. He looked at me, his eyes seeming to bore into me. "So you've thought about sleeping with me." It wasn't a question, but I nodded in confirmation. "I've got to be honest with you, I don't know how I feel about that." He drew a deep breath. "I mean, I think I'm flattered, but at the same time..." "It's okay," I assured him. These country boys can certainly be set in their ways, and I knew the family well enough to know how he was raised. "I'm not expecting anything." "Good, because I'm definitely not gonna date you or anything. But I don't see any reason why we can't talk." Just then, there was a knock on the door and a nurse opened it. "I've got your paperwork all ready to go," she stated. There's just a few things here that I've gone over with your wife, so if you want to follow me, I'll get you outta here." She led me out to the desk where my wife was reading over a stack of papers. Robert trailed behind me awkwardly as I made my way over to my wife. The nurse reviewed all of the paperwork with me and I signed everything before I was allowed to leave. In the parking lot, my wife led me and Robert to her car. We stood there for a moment before she gave him a small hug. "Thanks for calling me," she said. "I appreciate it." He dipped his head in a little nod. "It was the least I could do," he replied. He turned to me. "Try to get some rest. And let me know if there's anything else that I can do." "You've been a great help already," I told him. "Thanks for everything." I climbed into the car, but before I could close the door, he grabbed it, reaching into his pocket with his other hand. "I almost forgot to give this back," he said, handing me my phone. I took it with a smile. We parted ways and my wife took me home. I unlocked the screen to check any missed notifications, and the call log was still up. There, at the top, was my wife's number, but above that was a new listing. I smiled to myself as I started a new message. Thanks again, I typed. In mere moments, a reply came through. I looked down at the phone. Robert: Any time.