Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 10:03:21 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 6

Just as I was getting into my Pinto I heard something like a car. I looked
up and I caught the back end of a black pickup leaving the grounds of the
trailer park. Was that? Nah, couldn't have been. I'm letting my imagination
get the best of me. Dad wouldn't check up on me like that. Not unless I was
real late. And I'm not even late.

I got into my car and felt my legs. I wanted to make sure there was no
mistakes like yesterday. All was good. But my ass was full of cum. Tom's
hot cum. I was starting to get hard again.
Part 6:

I made it home just before five pm. Dad's truck was up at the house but the
bay doors were open at the garage. I figured I'd stop there first.

I pulled up and got out of the car. I saw him towards the back of the
garage. I walked into the bay and got a better view of what he was doing.
He was shirtless as usual. His hands were behind his head and he was
pissing into a drain on the floor. He cutoffs were unbuttoned all the way
and tucked under his balls. His cock even looked like it had a bit of blood
in it. Thicker than normal.

"Dad?" I made my presence known.

"Son. You're home." he looked at me but continued pissing. It took him a
few moments longer. "How was work?"

"er...It was fine Dad. I was hoping for a shower but I don't think I could
handle another ice cold one." I found myself staring at his cock as it
pissed into the drain. Something so hot and primal about it. But I shook
myself out of it and looked up at him. He was staring at me. He saw my
interest in his cock. But he didn't say anything. Not about that.

"The gas company was here Bobby. All was fine with the lines. The water
heater, although showing its age, was fine as well. It's been on a couple
hours. The water may not be fully heated yet but it won't be ice cold
either. Give it a shot if you wish. Leave your dirty cloths by the washer.
I'll do a load as well. I know my shorts are about to walk away on their
own. I can only imagine yours."

"Sure Dad. Even a luke warm showers sounds good. Didn't want it too hot in
this heat." I started to head up to the house. Leaving the Pinto at the
garage. I looked back and Dad was still standing as I found him, watching
me, but no longer pissing. Shorts still open all the way. Hands still
behind his head. I smiled and he nodded his head and smiled back.

I got to the house and undressed. I checked my shorts for any cum stains
and all I saw was sweat. Even if there was cum in there it was diluted by
sweat. I left those cloths and the small bag of dirty cloths I brought with
me by the washer.

I got in the shower and washed myself all over. Paid special attention to
my raw hole. The water could be warmer than luke warm it seemed but I was
happy to keep the setting at barely warm because of the heat. After I was
showered I dried and then placed the towel around my waist. I heard Dad
roaming around the house.

I went out to the living room and found him in the kitchen. "I think I'll
shower myself son. How was it? Steaks and beer tonight? I just lit the
charcoal out back. Hope that sounds good."

"Sounds great Dad. Yeah, the shower was great. Didn't put too much hot
water on just enough to keep the water from being ice cold. Should be
plenty left for you. What can I do to help with dinner?" I noticed his
shorts were still unbuttoned but his cock and balls were tucked back in.

"While I'm cooking the steaks you could start the laundry. I didn't want to
start it until after our showers. Alright?"

"Sure Dad."

Dad took off what little he had on and left it in front of the washer in
the mud room and then proceeded to the shower. I started to sort through
everything and decided that there was very little in the way of whites to
start a white load but there was plenty in colors. I put it all in the
washer and got it all ready to turn on after he was done.

I went to our room and found a pair of old but clean gym shorts to put on
and hung my towel. The shorts were pretty snug and felt really comfortable.


After I heard the shower shut off I headed to the washer and turned it on.
"You want a beer son?" I turned around and Dad was standing there in
his old thread bare maroon high school gym shorts and a beer in each hand.
Those shorts were barely containing the man in them.  "You're not going
anywhere right?" he asked.

"No sir. Sure I'll have one." I accepted the beer.

"Well I was going to make steaks for dinner but its too hot to care about
getting the grill ready. You mind cold sandwiches again?" I watched him as
he spoke. Even with the air conditioning inside he seemed to have a sheen
of sweat on him despite the shower.

"I can hold off a bit anyway. We had a substantial lunch. So we could just
eat whenever, whatever."  I really wasn't hungry. The beer tasted good and
to be honest the past two days has left me in a horny anxious state. And
seeing my studly sweaty Dad walking around almost naked wasn't helping. My
cock was filling with blood. Tom was hot but my Dad was the walking wet
dream. And he did love to show off. Probably didn't realize how much
either. Or maybe he did.

It was almost six. The sun was setting in the back of the house. "I'm going
to grab another beer and head for the porch. Want to join me?" Dad said.

"Sure Dad. I'll be out in a minute" I said as I headed to the bathroom. I
needed to take a quick piss and hoped the blood in my cock would go down.
It helped, a little.

I grabbed a fresh beer for myself and headed towards the front porch. The
view from the porch was basically the back of the service station and
beyond that the old highway. Driving by on the highway many probably don't
even notice the old farmhouse up on the hill behind the service station and
if they did they'd only make out mostly roof. Before they could notice
anything else they would be past it rounding a curve. It makes the house
private for the most part. To actually see the front of the house one would
have to get on the driveway that's goes around the back of the service
station and then up the hill.

Dad was sitting on one of the lawn chairs facing out. Both bare feet up on
the railing. He was just staring out not paying attention to me as I sat
down in the chair next to him.

We sat for a while sipping our beers and then he asked, "How's the job?"

He startled me for a moment. I had gotten used to the silence. "Not bad" I
replied, "Just cleaning up after Sam at the moment. Nothing too exciting."

He took that in for a moment and then asked, "Meet any of the tenants yet?"
still staring off towards the highway.

I thought for a moment and decided to be honest, mostly, "Yes, just one.
The park seems to be mostly deserted during the day."

"Oh yeah? What's he doing home during the day?" Dad looked over at me.

"Well, I guess he's unemployed. Construction I think. He came looking for
Sam on Monday. Saw the office was open and thought Sam would be there.
Wanted to talk to him. Surprised to see me there. We talked a little and he
left." I answered quickly. Hoping Dad was satisfied with the story of the
tenant because I don't lie very well.

But that was all he asked for now. He did ask if I would mind getting us
another beer and I said I would do that. I stood up a bit nervous from
having to say anything at all about Tom. Of course Dad couldn't know what
happened so I had nothing to be nervous about but it must be guilt or
something.

When I got back out with the beers Dad was standing at the side of the
porch pissing into the yard. His shorts were down under his balls making
them come down half way on his butt. He was a powerful man all over and his
butt was nothing but mounds of muscle. I enjoyed the view as I made my way
back to my lawn chair.

"Sorry son. But you know I'm not house broke." he laughed. I joined in.

"Yeah, so you told me. No biggie." I said as he turned around while he
flipped his short back over his cock. But they weren't as high as they were
before. His pubes were sticking out. He just left them like that.

After he sat down and took the beer from me he said, "Sam stopped by after
he left you at the Park on Monday."

"Oh yeah? How come?" I asked.

"Oh...no reason really. Just to get reacquainted." Dad said as he took a
pull from his beer and his other hand adjusted his nuts.

"Oh ok, well that's cool" I watched his hand. He left it between his nuts
and his thigh. Making his package more pronounced than before.

"Yeah, we caught up on old times."

"That's good Dad."

Dad put down his beer on the floor of the porch and put both hands behind
his head. He spread out his legs. So fucking sexy I almost choked on the
beer I was swallowing. Dad looked over. He noticed it. Wasn't sure if he
understood it, but he noticed it.

"Yeah Sam and I go way back. You know I was on the football team in high
school right?"

"Of course."

"Sam was sort of the teams mascot. Not in public. But at private parties.
Small gatherings really. Just me and a couple other guys from the team and
Sam."

I didn't know where this was going but I had a feeling I was going to find
out.

"Sam would take care of me and my buddies. He loved to suck us off. But
there was one of us that he let fuck him." he turned his gaze at me and
looked me right in the eye, "It was me". And there it is.

"Right on" was all I could say. I was struck with how frank he was being
with what he did in high school with Sam. I was also wondering why he was
telling me this. I looked down and saw that telling me was having an effect
on what was in his shorts as well. What else is he going to tell me?

"So, anyway, Sam when came over the other day I was in the garage. It was
pretty hot in there. I just had on my cutoffs and boots."

"That's all you ever have on Dad." I nervously laughed.

"That's true son. I'd have less on if I didn't think I'd be arrested." he
laughed as well, "Anyway, Sam came in the garage. I was surprised. Besides
that day at his store I hadn't seen him in almost twenty years. We started
talking. He asked about you and what happened with my marriage. He had
already heard the rumors about prison. I was pretty up front with him. No
reason not to. After a while, well, I guess old Sam was horny. He asked if
I still liked to fuck. I told him there was nothing I liked better. Then he
said that he usually has a dude at the trailer park take care of him but it
wasn't going to be possible with you there that day. He was wondering if I
was willing to maybe help him out."

I was sitting there wide eyed. And I knew my cock was throbbing but I tried
to ignore it. Dad didn't though. He looked down and got a good look at it.
My small, tight gym shorts were doing little to conceal my excitement.
"Wow." was all I could say.

"Nothing but a thing son. An old friend just stopped by asking for
something I'm always willing to give."

"So you mean....?" I didn't know if I could take the rest of the story.

"Yep, closed the bay door and did him right there. That fucker, although he
could have taken care of himself better, has gotten really good at it. Took
my cock in one lick. After I was done he got on his knees, cleaned me off
and then asked if he could clean my pits. I didn't know he'd be into such
things. Only Neal took care of me like that. Always serviced me. I kind of
missed it. I didn't know how much." Dad look off towards the highway again.
Sort of deep in thought.

I, on the other hand, was a mess. I knew my cock was dripping and staining
my shorts. The story also renewed the ache in my ass. Reminding me how
empty I felt after Tom took his cock out of me. I didn't know what to say
or do at this point. I was frozen in my seat.

"How about another beer son?" Dad got up all of a sudden. As he walked past
me I could tell he was half hard. His scent was strong too. How would I
make it through this night? I wish there was a way to run over to Tom's and
get my itch taken care of.

It was almost eight. We had been on that front porch for damn near two
hours. The sun had long set. But it was still hot out. Dad had come back
with two fresh beers. Handed me one and put his on the railing.

He pulled the front of his shorts down under his balls again to take a
piss. His stream off the porch was strong and steady as it usually is. As
soon as he was done he said, "It's dark son. Time to get comfortable. You
mind?" he then, without waiting for me to answer, slipped out of the only
thing he had on and sat back down in the lawn chair. "Get comfortable too
if you want." He looked over at me and nodded his head towards my shorts.

"Well...er...I ...." I was still hard and leaking.

"It's fine son. I've seen that you're hard. And I know those tight shorts
must be uncomfortable. Take em off." he slammed the palm of his hand down
on my knee for reassurance.

I handed him my beer and went ahead and took off my shorts. My cock slammed
back against my stomach. And then I sat right back down.

"See isn't that better son?"

"Yes sir"

"So this guy that you met at the trailer park. Is his name Tom by
chance...?"

Part 7 on its way!!

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