Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2021 06:59:22 -0500 From: Jake Stone Subject: Wrong Side of the Tracks; Part 5 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I lose interest when you lose interest. Share your fantasies studbluecollar@gmail.com. All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more. The Palm Springs motel and home are made up. They don't exist. And yes. I have a thing for Palm Springs. Used to live there. Live life how you wish on your own terms and do not judge others. Life is too short. Love. Where we left them:: All of a sudden I felt dad come on my leg. And then Shay obviously shot off into dad. I wasn't far behind. Shay pulled back from me and winked at me. Then, after dad swallowed all he could from me he started to stand upright. Shay's cock fell from him. "I've got more to tell you son." Dad said as his hand went to my face and caressed it. Wrong Side of the Tracks, Part 5:: "I'll go back to my place so you two can talk," Shay said as he went to the other side of the office to collect his things. "Just leave your shit here and we'll lock up the office. Will someone be here to take care of any guests?" Dad said. "Yeah, a new guy, Cole. I put him on the slower nights for now and he helps out on the weekends. He has my cell if he needs it. And he hangs out in reception or the gym. I'll make sure he's here. Should be. You want me to hang back here till you're ready?" Shay asked. "Nope. Get this guy Cole situated and come straight over. Lock the door and close the gate. You'll be staying." Dad said, "Here, just give me your shit. I'll bring it to the house. After we explain things to Rory he'll understand. I don't give him enough credit. But if he hasn't run from me yet with what he knows I'm sure he won't run now." Shay put his sarong back on and went off to find the Cole guy. Dad had rolled up Shay's belongings and then led me out of the office. He locked up behind us and then we went through the easement through the gate. Leaving both the door and the gate open. I was still in a post orgasism high but was looking at dad with expectation. He saw the look on my face and asked, "Do you mind if we wait for Shay? I promise a full clean slate after this. I know I've only given you piecemeal as far as my past goes but Shay has been included for a lot of it. He can help fill in any parts that I forget." "Just one question before he gets here." Dad nodded, "Were you afraid to tell me about Shay?" "Not afraid really. Apprehensive, yes. Shay is part of my darkest past but also had a big part in bringing me back. You'll understand soon. I'm going to throw together some chips, salsa and some veggies. Make sure the beer is cold. We will be talking for a while. And then we'll have steaks. Come inside and get comfortable in the air conditioning. The house should have cooled to about 78 by now." We went into the house and I followed dad into the kitchen. I sat on the breakfast bar while he threw some stuff together. Just something to pick at while we talked. He took the food and put it on the coffee table in the living area. Then, as he went to fetch three beers Shay came in the same french doors we came in at. He was still wearing his sarong. The look on his face was almost shy, even though he still had those crazy green eyes. "Lose the wrap bonehead. You're overdressed. You know better." Dad smirked at his friend. Shay looked at me for a moment and then shrugged. He took off the sarong and placed it on a chair near the doors. "Where do you want me?" he asked. "I want the three of us on the couch. Rory in the middle. If he gets the itch to run he'll have to get through us first." Dad sort of chuckled. He joked but was also somewhat serious. He was really afraid I would bolt. "I'm not going anywhere old man. Told you you were stuck with me. Nothing you've done can change that, unless you're a serial killer and Shay is your accomplice. Then I may rethink my options." I joked as I sat in the middle of the couch. Shay watched me for a moment, not sure what to do, so I patted the seat next to me and said, "You heard the old man, sit." For being a masculine, muscular stud he sure looked sheepish at the moment. But I was looking forward to having this man next to me. I'm hoping this conversation ends with me sitting in his lap. Dad came in and passed out the beers and then sat next to me on the opposite side from Shay. "Ok dad, I knew there was more, deep down, and I'm assuming, since Shay has a Marine tattoo, that this all started when you were in the service. What do you want to tell me?" I wanted to know but I put my hand on dad's thigh to let him know I wasn't leaving. I felt Shay put his arm behind me on the couch and reach out for dad. He put his hand on dad's shoulder and squeezed. "Ok son. Going for broke. Shay and I were in Iraq together. Same squad. I was seven years in at this point. At the time I was paired up with this really big dude. Bigger than Shay. Name was Watson. We were deep in the desert. We had small tents that you could only really be in at night because of the heat. Watson was sort of a bully to everyone. Even me. But, at night, he fucked me. Every night and sometimes in the morning. He had my number from the moment he met me. When we were first alone in the tent he told me that he was going to use me. I was intimidated by the guy but at the same time I wanted him to own my hole." Pat's POV:: We did everything together. Me and Watson. Shit, showered, fucked. The rest of the squad figured out what was going on but no one would mess with Watson. He was a crazy motherfucker. There was no love. He just owned me, man. Don't know how else to explain it. One night we were ambushed. A bullet came through the tent and hit Watson right in the head. The top of his skull came off. I saw it all. I knew I had to get out of there. I heard yelling and bullets flying. I heard guys dying. I put on my pants and grabbed a gun. That was all I had. Instead of going out the flaps I rolled under the side of the tent that was away from the action. I had to cut the floor from the side of the tent. I rolled out into the sand and stayed down. Crawled my way from the campsite. I didn't take the time to look back. I just crawled as far away as possible. Off to my left I saw someone else slithering in the sand. Couldn't tell if it was a friendly or not. It wasn't until a loud explosion happened behind me and lit up the sky that I saw it was Shay. He saw me too. All Shay had on was his boxers. Not even boots. We crawled towards each other. We wrapped ourselves into a hug in the sand. We were both emotional and scared. Shay said that he didn't see anyone else get out. We were cut up and dirty but neither one of us were shot. Things quieted down. We stayed where we were for about twenty minutes and then we heard vehicles coming towards us. We didn't move until we saw that it was another squad. More Marines coming to help. But they just found the two of us. No one left but us. Eleven guys gone. They picked us up and put blankets around us. Next thing we knew we were on a chopper headed back to Baghdad. We were taken to a hospital for evaluation. Then we were transported to Germany. We went through some psych testing. We were both in the hospital for about thirty days. Nothing physical. But after what we went through they didn't want to send us home until they were sure we were not going to freak out I guess. I didn't see Shay again after that. I went home to my parents and worked with my dad in the shop. A year later Mom and Dad went to Houston to see some show and have dinner then stay at a hotel. They never made it to the show. They were carjacked and killed. That triggered my PTSD. I started doing some crazy shit. No drugs or anything. Just sex stuff. I got off on being vulnerable. Naked or close to it where I shouldn't be. For the next year or two I was out of control. Normal gay sex didn't do it for me. It had to be on the edge. I had one of those Ford trucks with the keypad entry locks. I would go to Houston and park in a decent neighborhood. Lock all my shit inside and just have on jogging shorts and running shoes. Just looked like a normal jock going for a run. I was hoping to get raped or owned. Maybe kidnapped. Just as long as I got fucked and the pain would stop. I was picked up a few times by some rough trade. Had some good public sex. Was close to getting caught. It helped satisfy the urges but wasn't enough. Then on one of my runs I came across a homeless encampment under a freeway overpass. It was on a dark road under the overpass. Looked barely traveled. Like a service road off of one of the main boulevards. There were about a dozen guys and most of them were younger. Late twenties and thirties. I heard one guy, a big black dude, said, "Look what we have here. You get lost boy? I don't think this is your part of town." I looked over and all he had on was some old basketball shorts and tattered tennis shoes. Looked like an ex-football player from his younger years. My hole ached. I foolishly walked closer to them. It was hot out and they were all similarly dressed. None of them had shirts on. I could smell all their pits. I should have been scared but nothing turned me on more than that moment. The black guy was looking at me like I was a prime piece of meat. He knew I could be had. A couple of the others had stood up. Came towards me. I came to realize that the black guy was probably the oldest at about thirty. The rest of them looked younger. Some thin, some muscular, almost all of them tatted up and dirty. I saw two of the guys were naked. They were young and brazen. You could see it on their faces. I was right in their age bracket. The only difference was that I was probably cleaner, I had cleaned out my ass before I left hoping to get raped. And my shorts and sneakers were newer, but not new. My shorts had seen better days. One of the naked guys said, "Looks like he's looking for some action." as he played with his cock. His other hand was holding a bottle of cheap vodka. "Is that true buddy? Looking for some nasty cock?" the black guy asked. "We could use some clean cunt man. Get tired of fucking the same rank ass holes." Half of them were playing with their crotchs now. I looked around. They saw I had little on me so I doubted they would try to rob me. If they did, they would just get my old shorts and old running shoes. I would have to go back to the truck naked. That turned me on more. I took a deep breath and then shucked my shorts right there. Left them on the pavement. I was naked except for my shoes. I had already lubed my ass. That is how much of a deranged whore I was or wanted to be. "Looks like we are getting some grade A pussy tonight boys." the black guy said. About half the guys took off their shorts as well. Some of them getting hard. One young guy bent me over and slid right into me. Started fucking me like a jack rabbit. His goal was just to cum. The black guy came up to my face and started to piss on me. I opened my mouth letting him know I welcomed it. By the time the eighth guy fucked me another one of their group was coming towards us. He had on cut off fatigues and looked like a side of beef. He was dirty and stuff but he was built. The new guy said, "What the fuck you guys doing? Gang banging a local." I knew that voice. My head whipped around to face the guy as another one was long dicking me. That's when he recognized me and said, "O'Cain? That fucking you Pat?" It was Shay. He looked around at the scene and said, "Guys, get off him. This isn't him, man, not the way he functions. Something's wrong. Pat, man, get your shorts. I'll walk you out of here." "Well fuck man. Shay taking away our party favor." the black guy said, obviously disgruntled. "He's a brother of mine, man. A Marine. He could kill all of you without much effort. His PTSD must be acting up. Like mine. Let him be." Shay said as he picked up my shorts and led me out of there. When we got a block away he helped me put on my shorts and said, "How do we get you home man?" "My truck is about 9 blocks away. Are you homeless, man?" I asked. I was more concerned about Shay than I was about myself. I reeked like piss and had gallons of cum leaking out of my ass. "Yeah man. Can't hold a job. I'm fucked up. No one wants me around." he said sort of sadly. "I do." I said. If I was going to be fucked up I wanted someone along for the ride. Someone that understood. "No you don't man. I can be dark. Some anger issues." Shay admitted. "Did you see what I was doing? I walked into that freely. I took off my shorts myself. I was already lubed up. You want to talk about dark? I wanted to get raped." I retorted. "So what? You want to take me in? Make me a normal citizen?" Shay asked. "What the fuck would I do with a normal citizen man. You got anything you need back there?" I asked him. Shay thought for a moment and then said, "Nah. My papers are in a safe deposit box at my bank. I always have the key on me and my ID. I still have a little bit of money. Not much. I still get some disability checks deposited." Then he looked at me and said, "Are you sure about this?" "Never been more sure of anything in my life." I told him. Shay saved my life that night. I think he understands that. Shay interrupted at that point. "That fucker saved my life that night too. I had no direction and would have ended up dead on the streets. No where else for someone like me to have gone." Shay worked with us at the shop for about a year, or so, and lived in the trailer with me. Then when I had the idea of moving closer to you he said he would help me anyway he could. By this point we had both gotten help at the VA together. We held each other up. We weren't as self destructive. We're both on meds. But we still like freaky sex. Raunch still turns us on. I knew I wanted to come here, to Palm Springs. And it was only two hours away from you son. We started talking about what we could do. I didn't want another auto shop. So I started to look at real estate. I came across this. I showed it to Shay. I bought it and kept the manager that was here. I had him train Shay as his assistant. But I knew I wanted Shay to be the manager. Be my partner in this. There are three names on the deed to the house and the motel son. Yours, mine and Shay's. A year ago he moved here for good. The original manager moved on. Thankfully because he was into drugs and I wasn't going to put up with it much longer. I was going to wrap things up in Texas and move out here too. I was all ready to sell to Carlos when I got the call about your mom and step-dad. So that's our story. I'm sure I'm leaving shit out but I'm also sure you have a lot of questions. Rory's POV:: To say I was overloaded with information would be an understatement. I had no idea what my dad had been through in the desert. Much less everywhere and everything else. I felt a tear run down my cheek. I looked at my dad and said, "I love you dad. You ever need someone to help you out of your dark days. I'm here." "Wow." Shay said from the other side of me. "All that twisted shit he just unloaded onto you and you just embraced him more. Pat, your son is amazing." I turned to Shay at that point and said, "You're amazing too. Thank you for saving my dad that night. I'm happy he saved you too." Then I hugged him tightly. It took him a minute and then he hugged back too. I heard him sniffle a bit. "Fuck Pat. You weren't kidding about this kid." Shay said as we broke our embrace. Then I turned to dad and asked, "So is Shay my step-dad?" I grinned. Dad laughed and then Shay said, "Whoa, wait a minute. Pat?" "Son, Shay and I have an unusual relationship I guess. I love him deeply. We are a couple I guess. But we are also manwhores. We have what you may call an open relationship." dad said. "So why doesn't he live here? What place does he have? He said he would go to his place earlier." I asked. Shay answered, "I didn't want to live here without him. It was my choice. Your dad was pretty adamant that I was being stupid. But it was how I wanted it. But now that you're here I'll keep my place and let you two get acquainted." I looked at Shay and said, "You're being stupid again. Of course you will live here. I had no idea you even existed. Now I sort of know why. I can see by the look on dad's face how important you are to him and he was afraid if he told me about you that I would have found out he was gay and that I might feel left out of his affection. I know he's gay and I also know that I have never felt more loved than I do with my dad. So get your shit, let your place go, and move into your house where you belong." Dad started to crack up. He was beside himself. He was also tearing up big time. "You better listen to him Shay. And, besides, you know it's what I wanted all along." "Well fuck, O'Cain. I'm out voted. Again. I always am with you Pat. But I keep coming back for more. Are you two sure?" Shay asked again. I said, "Listen, like I said, I never knew you existed. But now that I do it all seems right. The balance. It seems right. But I do have certain expectations." I grinned. Shay gave me and dad a puzzled expression. Then dad laughed and said, "You'll have to help me take care of his itch. It gets demanding sometimes." "Oh fuck. Fuck yeah!" Shay said. "So baby boy is a bottom like his daddy?" "Hey fucker, I give just as much as I get. And, he's a versable bottom. He's loaded me up a few times. The kid is a stud." dad bragged. "Stud is putting it mildly. I'll be honored to be included whenever you let me." Shay said shyly. "You never have to ask." I said, and then leaned in and gave Shay a passionate kiss. Sucking on his tongue and licking his teeth. My hand sliding up his powerful thigh to his balls. Finally I took a grip of his cock and felt the steel hardness of it. I whimpered into his mouth. I felt dad caressing my back. His hand rubbing my shoulders down to my ass. "My son is such a fucking stud. A muscle cub. So fucking hot." Shay pulled back from me and said, "Yeah he is. I think the step-dad title is growing on me. I want you both, man, if you'll have me. I'm so fucking lucky." I pulled back. "I'm fucking lucky. I have two daddies to fuck me now. I won't have to look for it as much. Two fucking hot daddies." Then I went down on his cock. I took the whole length down my throat. I put my ass up in the air behind me towards dad. "Fuck, the boy's got talent" Shay said above me as I tasted my dad's ass on his cock. "You have no idea man. And he is insatiable." Dad said as he lined his cock up to my hole. Pushing in while I pushed back. Dad fucked me while he and Shay made out above me. Two hot fucking slabs of beef and they were my home. It felt so right. It didn't take long to get what I wanted. Shay held my head down on his cock and let out a stream of cum down my throat. I didn't even get to taste it. Next time. Dad wasn't far behind. He came deep inside me. As I started to get up to a seated position I looked over at Shay and his eyes had the crazy going on in them again. "Sit that jock ass on my face" he said as he laid back on the couch. I knew right then that he wanted to eat dad's load out of his son's ass and it was making him horny all over again. I was happy to oblige. Dad got up, gave me a peck on the lips and went to make lunch. While his best friend was eating his son's ass he just whistled away in the kitchen like everything was normal. I guess for us it was. During lunch Shay asked, "What room do you want me in?" Dad and I both said at the same time, "Ours" and then laughed. "Are we going to be a fucking trouple or something?" Shay asked with some sort of amusement. "It sounds good to me. Who wouldn't want to be in the middle of two ex-Marines every night?" I answered. "Son, are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" Dad asked with some concern. I looked over at Shay, who had a look of apprehension on his face and then I looked at dad and his worried look. I loved my dad like crazy, and he was crazy, like me. Then Shay, a whole new level of crazy but I saw the loyalty on his face when he looked at dad. He seemed to be transferring some of that loyalty to me as well. All in one afternoon. When I first saw my dad I knew I had the hots for him and tried to hide it. Couldn't help it. He flipped all my triggers. Shay does the same thing. He's just a year or so younger than dad but just as hot and that crazy eye thing makes my cunt throb. "If you guys would rather I have my own room...." I started. Knowing the reaction I would get. Dad and Shay both said, "No!" at the same time. Dad looked at Shay and Shay back at him and they laughed a bit again. "I guess what's the worst that can happen. He becomes a slut like us? That ship has sailed." Dad said, chuckling. Part six soon? 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