Subject: Wrong Side of the Tracks, Part One Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://donate./donate.html I lose interest when you lose interest. Share your ail. My stories never really end but I do take long breaks from them. Writer’s block is an evil thing. But these things usually come to me at night and when I get up in the morning I’ll bang out a chapter to clear it all up. Then I have a quick jerk off session. So don’t worry. I come back to them all eventually. 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. I’m not your father. You know the laws in the area you live. You know the chances of STD’s. But live life how you wish on your own terms and do not judge others. Life is too short. Love. Wrong Side of the Tracks, Part One:: My name is Rory O’Cain. I live with my mother, Joyce Young, and her husband, Dr. Phillip Young. They have been married from the time I was about three years old. I am, however, the product of a young romance between my mother and her highschool sweetheart. My stepfather is a plastic surgeon so I guess Mom married well considering she came from the wrong side of the tracks in the dusty plains of Texas. That’s where my real father still is as a matter of fact. Patrick O’Cain, or Pat. I know all about my dad, but haven’t seen much of him. Not his fault. Mom seems to want to protect that side of her life from me. The life from the wrong side of the tracks. My dad never had to pay child support or anything since my step dad took care of everything. And as far as that goes we are my stepdad’s only family. He was an only child and his parents died a few years ago, two years apart from one another, so my mother and I were all the family he has. I am a bit spoiled but can’t help to think that there is more to life than living in the affluent suburbs and raising a family. I’ll be a senior at Liberty High in the fall. I have been described, by friends of my parents, as the all American kid next door, as I’m a jock and moderately popular in school and, their words, not mine, easy on the eyes. My grades, however, are just a hair above average. I really try but I’m not that good of a student. A bit ADD for my own good. But, thankfully, my step dad built a home gym in the house and I use it religiously. Building myself up. Him, not so much. But he still hangs in there with me sometimes. Spotting or just talking. He’s a good guy. Mom and I lucked out in the stepdad department. I am on the gymnastics team at school and on the weekends my friends and I surf whenever we can and in the winter we head to Lake Tahoe or Big Bear to ski. I stand at 5’8″ with dark hair, dark eyes, with a hard bodied package. My best attribute is my ass. Round bubble butt that is nice, muscular and meaty. I get looks from everyone checking out my ass. Guys and girls. I wear tight worn jeans too just to let them look. It kinda puts some pressure on my other package but I’m not ashamed of that either. It’s about eight inches hard and thick. Soft it is still plump enough to stand out, if you know what I’m saying. When I’m not wearing jeans I’m wearing board shorts that are a size or two too big and are only being held up by my ass. A bit of ass crack showing as well as my defined cum gutters keep heads turning. Nothing gets me off more than showing off. Hell, I haven’t worn underwear since my mother stopped dressing me unless I wear jocks for sports. I’m a bit more complicated than the average jock. While I can have all the pussy I want, I haven’t taken advantage of it, I’d rather like to compare my body to buds of mine. Since I am a bit of an exhibitionist I see them checking me out too. Having people look, as I said, is a big ass turn on for me. But it turns me on the most when guys are checking me out. Yep, you got it, hidden behind this well built, and masculine jock persona is a horny ass homo. Not that I advertise that. In fact no one knows. No one! I figure I have a long life ahead of me so why let it out now. I am gonna enjoy high school and take care of my other needs later. Besides for now girls turn me on enough to put on a good show. I can grab their boobs and do some petting. That is, however, as far as I go with them. Otherwise, it’s all self pleasure at home, alone. I have a couple other secret fetishes also. Those I haven’t’ shared with anyone either. I like to piss on myself in the shower and I like the smell of my body. I don’t use deodorants and I never wash my jock. Usually when I jack off in bed I have my nose buried in my pits or my nasty jock on my face. I love to sniff. Mom bitches sometimes that I need a shower. My step dad always defends me by saying how active I am and that I probably produce more sweat and stuff. He gets her off my case. Nice guy really. Not real attractive or anything but a nice guy. Now and then I steal a cucumber from the fridge and let it warm up in my room. Then I slather it down with vaseline and stretch my teen hole with it. My biggest secret of all is that I have an itch in my ass that never gets satisfaction. I discovered it when I was 14 and I’ve been trying to scratch it ever since. I just wish I had something other than vegetables to use. I’ve thought about trying to get a dildo but that would be too risky. In May, after school let out, the summer between my junior and senior year, my step dad decided to take us to England. We were to visit London for about a week then off to France and Italy, then home. We had been to Europe before but never to London. I really like Italy and all those guys in tight clothes. It is so much fun to explore on my own. Too bad nothing has happened to fuel my fantasies. But now that I’m older, and look more like an adult, especially with the dark 5 o’clock shadow I’m always sporting on my face, I’m hoping that something will happen. While in London we were staying at the Hesperia London Victoria Hotel. A nice place, almost too nice. Not my taste but my parents were predictable. I would have been happier in a youth hostel or something. After a couple of days of sightseeing I just wanted to sleep in a day. We had been to the palaces, the tower of London, and every other tourist trap you can think of in less than three days. Something to be said about the urban male youth of London however. I’ve seen a lot of guys with buzzed hair and tight tank tops with jogging pants on. Some with ink. All looking pretty sexual. They helped fuel my fantasies at least. On the fourth morning my folks decided to take the subway somewhere to see something. I was too tired to pay attention. I begged off and I told them to have fun and then I rolled over and went back to sleep. An hour or so later it seemed that all of London had become one large emergency siren. I got up and looked out the windows to see emergency vehicles in packs speeding by the hotel. I wondered if anything was on the news. I turned on the television and all the channels were covering a terrorist attack that had taken place in the subways and on one of the buses. I listened still half asleep wondering what this was going to do to our travel plans and if we were going to leave London earlier than expected. Just as I was thinking that my mind became alert. Subway..? Parents…? They were going on the subway somewhere. But I didn’t pay any attention as to where. How long ago did they leave? An hour or so? This all happened within the past 45 minutes. I tried their cell phones. Both went straight to voicemail. But that wasn’t totally unusual when we were on vacation. They like leaving work behind and not being disturbed. But they should have had them on when we were separated. They usually did. I didn’t know what to do so I stayed put. I was dressed in cargo shorts and a tee shirt just in case I had to meet them someplace. I figured they would call me to let me know where they were and I would have to stay by the phone just in case they called the hotel. I waited and waited. I finally called down to the desk to see if they had left me a message. There was no message. At about 5 pm I became very worried. They never would miss dinner with me. Or if they did they would at least call. At 8 pm I was overwhelmed with worry. I couldn’t move. I just sat by the phone waiting with the television on. The bombings were horrible. I couldn’t imagine going to bed. At 10:30 pm, as I was laying on the couch with the news still on the television, there was a slight commotion in the hallway and then a knock at the door. I opened the door slowly and was faced with three London police and two other men dressed in suits. The first man in the suit talked first. “Are you Rory Young sir?” I stammered my answer, “I am Rory O’Cain, my parents’ names are Young. Dr. Young is my step father.” The man looked embarrassed for a moment and then he went on, “I am sorry for the mistake sir, I’m George Graves, Detective Chief Inspector, this is David Moore with the US embassy, may we come in?” “Well, yea sure. Come in… what’s wrong.” I was more nervous and scared now. He turned to the other officers and said, “Give us a moment lads. We’ll be out in a bit.” and then they came in and closed the door. “Well Mr. O’Cain, `er may I call you Rory?” the detective asked. The embassy guy stayed quiet. “Of course, please tell me what this is all about.” “Well I am afraid your parents were on one of the Tube’s carraggies when the station was bombed. I’m sure you heard it on the telly. Besides all the sirens about town. The car they were in was still at the station.” he waited a few moments and then said,”Shall we sit lad?” I went to the sofa and he went to the chair across from it. “This isn’t easy. And it won’t be easy to hear I’m afraid. The blast at the Underground, the one at the station, severely damaged the train. Three carraggies in particular. Totalled really. Your parents were in the third car. They were two of the few persons that we could identify as their passports were protected in your mother’s purse. I am sorry young man but your parents didn’t make it. I’m afraid they are gone.” he let that set a moment and then said, ” Please tell me who can we call?” I was in shock to say the least. Dead, how could they be dead? I should have been with them. “I should have been with them; I was supposed to go with them, why didn’t I go…” “Now now lad. There is no need to feel guilty. If you had gone you might have been killed as well. I don’t think your parents would have wanted that. We contacted Mr. Moore here about the incident, as your parents were Americans, and then we contacted the hotel to see if there was anyone else in the Young party. That is when we discovered that the Young’s had a son with them. We at first searched the wreckage for istanbul travesti you and then we contacted the hotel again and a clerk remembered taking a call from you this afternoon asking for messages from your parents. I am very sorry we didn’t come sooner son. You must have been sitting here worrying all day. I’m afraid we didn’t have any news to put you at ease though.” It was midnight before they finally left. This was after I called my stepdad’s lawyer before they did leave to assure them that I would be taken care of. The lawyer, Brad Steinman, talked to them both. He was shocked and very upset as my stepfather was also his very good friend. It was just before 4 PM in Los Angeles. Mr. Steinman booked a flight as we were talking to him. It was a return flight for me the next day leaving at 10 AM. The flight was 10 to 11 hours direct. Mr. Steinman assured the Detective and the representative from the embassy that he would meet me at LAX and take care of me from there if they could assure him that they could get me to the plane. They said they would. He also told them he would arrange the transport of my parents and their belongings back to the US. But his first priority was to have me back safely at home. Then he said, as per the request of my parents, he was to notify my father if anything ever happened to them. I was, again, shocked. My father? I guess I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Nothing seemed real right now anyway. I barely slept that night. I was left alone but urged to call the detective if I needed to at any time. By 8 AM, however, I had myself together. Just in time for Detective Graves to come back to my room to get me to the Heathrow. It was very nice of him. I thought he would just send a flunky. My flight got into LAX at about 2:30 PM. Which was weird because I left Heathrow 11 hours before. The time change had me so confused. And since my mind was already foggy because of the past 24 hours I wasn’t going to feel better anytime soon. Mr. Steinman was outside the security gate waiting for me. He looked ashen and sad. He was usually the jolly, happy go lucky type, but my parents death obviously affected him deeply. After a somber hello and an uncomfortable hug from the man he led me to a car he had hired to take us to Brentwood. I knew how much he hated to drive in LA as it was so it made sense that he hired someone to drive to LAX. Once we were in the car and seated comfortably in the back seat he laid things out for me. I was ready to just go to sleep for the half hour drive but he insisted on talking. “Rory, your parents were very financially well off and the house in Brentwood is all but paid off. You are the only heir to the estate and there is no one alive to contest that fact. The only problem is your age. You are not eligible to inherit anything till you graduate from high school. Now your stepfather did make me the executor of the estate but I can only make reasonable draws on the estate until you inherit it. Giving you an allowance. Your parents never thought that both of them would be gone before you left high school. The other problem is that you need to live with a guardian. I will be glad to make a plea to the courts that I be your guardian or we can take the easier way and you can go live with your father. If you are comfortable with that.” Hearing that kinda jarred me awake. I met the guy twice, maybe, that I remember. Once when I was about six and then when I was around thirteen he and some women he was shacking up with, or so I thought, were in California to go to Disneyland and then to San Diego. I really don’t know who the woman was. They didn’t seem romantic though. My mom drove me down to Orange County and we met in the lobby of the Marriott right near Disneyland. My mom gave us privacy but was never out of sight. We had lunch and then they were off. From what I remember my dad was kinda strapping, well actually built like a shit brick house, must be where I get my muscular frame, but he wasn’t too well-dressed. He was a working man after all. He was an auto mechanic and he did own his own shop some place in rural Texas. I think it was outside of Houston somewhere. Pretty good for being in his thirties. I guess I could see if living with him was a possibility. He didn’t seem to be too bad of a guy. Just didn’t have the income that kept up with mom’s spending habits. And, besides being shorter than him, I know I look a lot like him. Dark hair and eyes. We both have that black Irish look to us. He, of course, looks more rugged and masculine and stands at least 4 inches taller, or more, from what I gather. “You think my dad would want me Brad?” I asked. “Well Rory, according to your mother’s will if both she and your stepfather did meet an early death I was to contact your dad to ask that very question. It seems your mother never really had a problem with your dad but just thought that you were from such different backgrounds that it would be best if you weren’t influenced, her words not mine. So anyway, I did contact him this morning, and he was shocked and even a bit sad about the loss of your mother. It seems he might have cared more for her than she ever did for him. Anyway he said that he had always wanted to know you better and that he would be very happy if you wanted to live with him. He did say that living with him was nothing like you’re used to but your monthly allowance will help you cope with that. It would mean a change of schools and everything actually. What do you think, Rory? If you want to give your dad a try and if it works out great but if at any time you think it was a mistake you pick up the phone and I will arrange it with him to have you back in California with my family. He already knows that if you agree to come it will be on a trial basis.” I thought about it for a minute then I decided, “Brad, I know that if I don’t try it I may regret it for the rest of my life. I appreciate your kind offer to live with you but I guess it’s only right I give my dad the first shot. My mother never talked ill of him, she just never talked about him, so I can only go off the couple of times I did meet him. Anyway, it’s best I go to Texas. Who knows, maybe I’ll become a redneck!” I laughed and Brad joined me. As our laughter dwindled down I realized that I must still be in a bit of shock. I’m sad but not really in any sort of agony. I heard it is delayed in some people. “Well then if you don’t mind Rory your dad wanted to come to the funeral then help you get ready to go back with him. Are you ok with that?” Brad commented. “Well it’s best to get it done as soon as possible. I agree that he should come and get me. Let’s see where this goes for me.” I finished. Brad took me to my house and I gathered some things that I might need while I stayed the night with his family. It was Tuesday and my dad was due to arrive on Wednesday and we would just stay at the Brentwood house till after the funeral. On Wednesday Brad took me back to LAX to meet my dad’s plane. From there my dad was to rent a car and I would show him the way back to the house. Brad was trying to give us as much space as possible from the beginning. We arrived at the terminal just in time. Dad’s plane was already at the gate and it was just about to be unloaded. We watched the gate and then I saw him, “There he is Brad; the guy with the jeans and plaid shirt.” “Oh yeah, I’ve seen a picture of him before. You want me to stick around or you ok?” “Thanks Brad but you can go home. I have my cell phone if I need anything. I think it best if I handle it from here.” I replied. “You got it bud. Call anytime if you need anything. I am always there for you. Try to have a good time with your Dad. Your mom would have wanted you to be happy. I’ll see you at the service on Friday.” Brad said walking away. “Thanks again Brad. See you later.” I turned my attention back to my dad. He seemed to be looking around now. He probably didn’t know what I looked like anymore since I saw him more than three years ago. But he was a sight himself. Tight fucking wranglers, well worn in just the right places, and work boots. His plaid shirt was buttoned up to the middle of his chest showing just enough chest hair to make an onlooker interested in seeing more. He had a Chevy racing ball cap on as well. His goatee was dark and thick with a five o’clock shadow on the rest of his face. His hair looked like it was buzzed like mine. There was a tattoo on his left arm that was peeking out under his short sleeves. It looks like a barb wire with some sort of animal’s skull through it going around his bicep. And what a fucking bicep by the way, it was pushing his sleeves up into his arm pits. Lucky sleeves. I could only hope to work myself up to looking like that. The only part of him that wasn’t completely buff was his stomach. It looked like he just had a slight beer belly. But he carried it well and it actually made him look even more masculine and sexy. He carried himself like the type of guy that was totally hot but either didn’t realize it or didn’t make a fuss over it. “Dad…dad…over here! I said when I was about four people away from him. “It’s me, Rory!” That made him tune in to me. He looked right at me and smiled. Big smile too. He put his carry on down and came up to me. “You ain’t too old to hug your old man are ya son?” he asked. I must have looked uncomfortable so I said, “I guess not. Mom and Phillip weren’t ever really into hugging…” “Yea I know. Your mom was always like that; can’t understand it either. She was always such a happy woman.” With that he took me in his arms and gave me a bear hug. Nice and tight and full of strength. And then there it was. His scent. I remember that scent from the few times I had met him and when I was little. He is showered but that masculine scent lingered. He must be natural, no deodorant, like me. Damn that’s hot. “I’m sorry for your loss son. Such a horrible thing to go through so young.” he said, hugging me harder, “You didn’t come by yourself did ya son?” He asked, looking around, as we broke the hug. “Nah, Brad, Phillip’s lawyer brought me here. He went ahead and left when we saw you get off the plane. He figured he would give us space. He said you were planning on renting a car anyway right?” “Oh heck yeah bud. There is no way I am being stuck in LA without wheels. They have a Chevy on reserve for me over at Enterprise. We have to hop on the shuttle I guess. Let’s get going.” We headed out, rented the Chevy, which turned out to be a Tahoe, and headed to Brentwood. By the time we arrived it was about 8 at night. I opened up the house and went straight to the kitchen. We had some steaks in the fridge and I thought I would get a couple out. “There wouldn’t be any kadıköy travesti beer around would there Erik?” “Sure dad. Phillip kept the fridge in the garage stocked. It has Heinekens and Bud lights I think.” I replied as I put the steaks on a plate and let them warm up before I took them to the grill. Gave him quick directions out to the garage. “Well at least there’s Bud Light. I usually drink Budweiser myself. You want one?” Dad said as he went to find the garage and the fridge out there. “Well, er….I guess.” I stuttered. “Oh shit. I should have figured. Your mom probably would have killed you if she knew you had a beer or two. She was very proper. Don’t worry boy. I would just like to celebrate our reunion and get to know each other a bit. Friday we will mourn our loss. That sound good?” Dad replied. “You got it dad. I have been really down since all this happened. But not really emotional. Must still be in shock. Maybe letting loose a little will do me good. After some beers and steak we could jump in the pool if you like.” “Sounds good to me son; let me find those beers.” dad said as he walked away. As he walked he unbuttoned his shirt and left it open all the way. He brought the beers back into the kitchen and I was glued to his moderately hairy chest. The rest of his skin was smooth and very tanned. His nipples were half dollar size, from what I could see, and his chest was built. “Something wrong son?” “Er no dad. Not used to anyone besides me being so casual around here I guess. Phillip was always dressed. And I mean dressed. Unless he was swimming he always had on slacks and a dress shirt. Mom always dressed like we were about to give a cocktail party. I, of course, ran around in just shorts and, of course, got hell from mom for it.” I broke out of my trance as I told him the old house dress codes. “Well I am a simple man with very simple tastes son. I don’t own anything fancy and am not very shy. I have money socked away but I don’t spend it on much more than my truck and daily living expenses. I hope you’re ok with all that. Well, I may buy a house now that you’re moving in but we’ll see how we get along first. I have a two bedroom trailer that sits on the land behind my garage. It’s not pretty but I like it. If we get along though I have no problem buying a house. After a few months with two men in that trailer we may kill each other actually.” Dad laughed as he said that. “Heck dad. I don’t mind at all. You haven’t seen my room yet. Mom called it the toxic waste dump of Brentwood. She always said it smelled like a locker room even after I cleaned it. And she refused to go into my bathroom.” “That’s good son, because I ain’t too clean, and I don’t have no maid coming in either. The trailer has a dishwasher, without that it would really be a dump. I’m happy to hear you can lower the living conditions a few notches after living in this sprawling home. I’m looking forward to the company too. It does get a might bit lonely.“ Dad continued. “Well I can’t wait to get out of here myself anyway dad. It’s way too sad to be here without mom and Phillip. I don’t know how people stay where they used to have family. Brad said he would sell it and put the money in the estate. Otherwise I guess I get an allowance, so I shouldn’t be too much trouble.” “Hell son. You would never have been any trouble to me at all. I always wanted to take care of you. Don’t you worry, money or no money I can’t wait for you to live with me.” He came over and gave me one of those bear hugs again. My face right on his bare chest. I loved the warmth of him and the scent. But what I really couldn’t get was that I was getting a bit turned on. “Let’s eat and turn in son. I’m too beat to swim. I got a feeling the next few days are gonna go by quick and then we’ll leave on Saturday. Sound like a plan bud?” “Sure does dad. I just hope I make it through Friday.” I replied. Even though my father was basically a stranger I felt like I knew him all my life. His hugs were amazing and I felt like home when I was in his arms. His personality was a lot like mine and I just knew we were going to get along. I just hoped he didn’t find out my secret. He may not like a homo for a son after all. Dad was right though. The time went by fast. By the time we had the funerals and got me packed the next thing I knew was that it was Saturday and I was on a plane for Houston. Not that Houston was our final stop. Dad’s truck was at the airport and we would then drive down to Texas City. (Yeah, there is a place in Texas called Texas City). Once we landed and we were on our way I got my first glimpse of the Texas countryside. It definitely was brown. Especially once we got out of Houston. We drove about an hour and a half till we hit Texas City. Then we kept driving. About 10 more miles dad turned off and it looked like a main street of some small town. At the end of the street, about four miles, was an auto shop. “Patrick’s Total Auto Garage” was what the sign read. “Catchy dad” I said with a smirk. “You like it son? Heck I thought of it all on my own” Dad laughed as well. Then we drove around back and there it was, home sweet home. The trailer looked about twenty years old with a deck built around the front and sides. There looked to be a hot tub built into the deck on the side and then the usual stuff. Grill, chairs and lounges. The deck was covered. “Well it ain’t much son but I get along with it ok. It’s kinda a mess inside. I never kept up and I would let the guys from the garage eat lunch here too. But I told them to lay off that till you got used to things.” Dad said. “It’s okay dad. I don’t need much. (Well maybe a little more). But I could use a beer.” I smirked again. “Shit, it’s been four days and you are already picking up one of my bad habits. Don’t know if I should allow it.” He responded laughing. “Your habits couldn’t be any worse than mine dad. Unless you do drugs. Then that would be worse.” “No son. Beer is about the strongest thing I let myself get into. I don’t like drugs, never have. I hope you know better yourself.” he said, and then, “Well a shot of tequila here and there never hurt anyone.” he smirked. “Not to worry about drugs here dad. I hate the fact that so many kids fuck up their lives with the crap. I love my body too much.” I answered, “I’ve only had tequila a couple of times. And only in margaritas. I should try it straight someday.” “Well that’s one thing we have in common son. I love my body too and wouldn’t do anything to hurt it. We both take care of them real good too. By the way. And if you’re looking for something to lift the last bay of the garage is a work out room. Well, sort of. It has a bench and stuff. It works for me and the guys.” “That’s great dad.” I said as he was parking and I jumped out. We got into the trailer and it wasn’t too bad. Looked like something out of a movie from the seventies but livable. He showed me to the extra bedroom. It had a new bed in it and new sheets and comforter. “I had to get a bed son. It didn’t have one, ever. I used to just store paperwork from the shop in here. Get yourself settled. I got beers in the ice box.” Dad said as he turned away and ripped off his shirt. He went into the other bedroom and I heard his boots come off and his jeans. Then he came back with loose shorts that hung on his ass like mine did. I just hope I wasn’t too obvious in checking him out. The man was a walking wet dream. “Relax son, it’s your home now, for what it is anyway.” So I ripped off my shirt and followed him for a beer. I had already been wearing my usual loose shorts. We went out to the deck and it was hot and humid but it wasn’t that bad with just shorts on. “Is it always like this dad?” “You mean the heat son. Yeah and worse. It calms down in about a month then the winters are beautiful. You get used to not wearing much. When the garage is closed I used to run around here bare assed all the time. Hell the mailman is even used to it.” Dad was laughing. This was great. I loved being naked in my room at home but didn’t dare go out into the house that way. Even if mom wasn’t home I always felt like she would know. “Well dad, you don’t have to change for me. Nothing wrong with letting it loose every now and then.” “Well son, I think I’ll let you get used to the rest before I become my usual complete pig in front of you. I won’t open the garage again till Monday so we will not have anyone around till then.” then he seemed to think for a moment and said, “You really think you’d be ok with nudity? I mean, I usually am alone here and don’t worry about clothes. But I need to make sure you are comfortable.” My mouth went dry before I answered and then I said, “It would be something to get used to. Like I told you back in Cali, the house in Brentwood was anything but free rolling. The dress code was to always be dressed.” We talked for a while longer and both downed some beers. Dad was drinking two for my every one. He took off to piss a couple times and the last time came back with drips of piss showing on his shorts and the top button undone. I was getting hornier and hornier as I got buzzed. All of a sudden my dad looked up. Then he had a look on his face like he might be testing the waters, “You know son. I’m gonna get rid of these shorts if you don’t mind. It’s hot and I like to let my balls air out. Would you mind?” Fuck, instant erection. Fuck no I don’t mind. “Sure dad. Your place. Go ahead.” I replied. “It’s our place son. Don’t forget that. What is mine is yours.” He said as he stood up and dropped his shorts. Then I couldn’t get my eyes off his cock. It hung there long and thick. It had to be five inches long soft. “Go ahead and join me if you want to, boy.” “Well I can’t dad.” “Why not son?” “Well, er…” “You hard son?” “Yea dad. I guess I am.” “Nothing wrong with that Rory. Shit you gonna see me hard more times than not. Don’t worry about it.” I thought about it for a second and decided what was the big deal. I got up and dropped my shorts too. “Damn son. You go commando like your old man. Good boy. Saves on the laundry and it sticks to you in this heat anyway. But it also looks like you got my side of the family’s attributes. Don’t ever be shy about your cock son. It’s a looker for sure.” As dad went on I looked again at his cock and swore that it was getting blood in it. He started playing with it a bit and then took another pull of his beer. “You mind if I take another piss son?” “Er…no dad.” “Good because I gotta go.” He got up and pissed off the side of the deck. My cock got harder wondering what his piss tasted like. Now I was getting even hotter for my dad. And watching him sweat for the past few hours wasn’t helping either. I knew I smelled pretty ripe bakırköy travesti and I was wondering what he tasted like. And that ass. It wasn’t a bubble ass like mine but it was still muscular and built. I was getting lost in lustful thoughts. “Son, we gotta have a talk. I needed a few beers first and to be comfortable. Like I always am so you get the full effect of living here. I ain’t what you might call normal.” he began. “What do you mean dad. You seem normal to me.” I responded. “See son, I like men. Well I don’t only like them I kinda crave them. I don’t think I could behave just because you’re here. You’re old enough to tell this to, I hope anyway. If I don’t taste a man or have sex with one at least a couple times a week I go nuts. If this bothers you son I understand and I will call that lawyer of Phillip’s and tell him it didn’t work out myself. I will tell him it’s all my fault but I wanted you to know the truth son. I love you and have always wanted you with me but I have to be honest of who I am. I have a few buds that hang with me and come over quite a bit. A couple of them actually work in the garage with me. I’ve been meaning to tell you all week. But I kept chickening out. Do you think you can handle me son? Or do you think you would be better in California?” “So are you telling me your gay dad?” This was better than I expected. “Well I started off bi I guess. But sex is so much more intense and satisfying with a man that I can’t get enough of it. I like the scent and taste of a man. I think you’re old enough that I can be totally honest with you son.” “You can be dad. I don’t think we’ll have a problem at all actually.” I answered. “Thanks son. I’ll tell you what. I am gonna hit the hay and you sleep on it. I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable here. If you think you will then you may need to decide to go live with Brad and his family. I hope you don’t but, I will respect your decision.” Dad continued. “Well, ok dad, but I don’t think you really have to worry. I don’t think I will be uncomfortable.” I said. “Well thanks again son. That means a lot. I am gonna go to bed though. All that traveling makes you tired. You gonna go in soon?” he said as he stretched his arms above his head giving me a clear shot of his swampy pits in the moonlight. I was hoping he didn’t see me salivating, “I will in a few, dad. Just want to sit out here and think for a while.” “All right son. I’ll see you in the morning.” dad said as he got up and went inside. This is working out great actually. I am shocked. I never took dad for a queer. Hell, he doesn’t know that I am either. But he is a rugged hot fucker and no one would ever think he was. I was getting hard thinking about it too. Here my dad was telling me how hot he was for sex with dudes and that he got it often and I’m perving on all of it. I hope I can spy in on that sometime. But I’m not sure he would be ok with his son watching him. Or would he? As I was thinking a nice breeze came in from the east; must be from the bay since it was actually cool. And then I heard a truck pulling into the property. I looked up and saw an old Chevy regular cab pull up. I scrambled for my shorts but they were on the other side of the deck. The lights went off and someone got out of the cab. “Hey Pat, how you doing?” the man said. “Sorry dude, its not Pat. I’m his son Rory. Who are you?” “Oh sorry man, I’m Carlos, a friend of your dad’s bud. Damn you look like him in the dark of the night. Sorry for just barging in man.” The man walked up to the deck and he was definitely Hispanic and built nicely. He was wearing overalls without a shirt and the sides of the overalls were unbuttoned. He had no shoes on and his pants were rolled up just enough to keep them off the ground. One of the straps of the overalls was unhooked. “So I see you hang out just like your dad does too eh?” He said, obviously noticing my nudity. I was all of a sudden comfortable with his casualness since he seemed like he wasn’t real shocked. “Well we were sitting out here having beers and it was hot man. Dad said it’s the norm for him.” “It sure is bud. That man seems to hate clothes. Where’s he at anyway?” Carlos asked. “He was tired from traveling. We just got in from Los Angeles and we have been drinking for a couple of hours. He’s been in there for about 30 minutes so I gather he’s asleep.” I replied. “Well if you don’t mind I am gonna give him a surprise. I barge in on him all the time so he’s used to it. I was having a few beers down the street at that redneck bar and needed a place to crash. I usually crash here. I hope you don’t mind boy. Your dad’s used to it. I’ll just go crawl into bed with him and push him on the floor.” Carlos was laughing. I thought he might be a bit wasted but I wasn’t sure. “Well I guess it seems like you know your way around. Dad can take care of himself so if he don’t want you here I’m sure we’ll both know it soon.” I said as I played with my junk. I wasn’t hard anymore but I was plumping up. Carlos was looking too. I had a feeling Carlos was one of dad’s regular friends that he told me about. “Thanks boy. See you in the morning I guess.” Carlos came up on the deck and went in the sliding glass door then to dad’s room. He closed the door but not all the way. I waited a few minutes and since all the lights were off I felt it was safe to start to do some of that spying. I got up slowly, still naked, and went into the trailer. I got on all fours and crawled up to my father’s bedroom door. I slowly pushed the door open a little and watched and listened. “Shit Carlos what are you doing man. I told you to lay off a while, while I broke the boy into living here. He might not understand.” Dad was saying. “Ah come on man. He didn’t seem to mind when I explained that I come here often. I told him I was a bit lit and, besides, I really need to fucking fit my big stinky cock into your ass man. I know you miss it man. I even let the cheese build up for you to eat out. But right now I have to piss man. You still want me to leave?” Carlos replied. “Oh fuck man. Well if Rory didn’t mind you coming in there’s no use wasting any of that piss or cheese man. Fuck it’s been a week anyway since I’ve had any good juicy raunchy cock.” Dad said as Carlos let his overalls fall off of his body and then dad put Carlos’ cock in his mouth. “Oh fuck the cheese is rank man. I love it” Dad mumbled while swallowing the man’s cock. “That’s right gringo. After you clean that cock I got some nice piss for you. I haven’t pissed for about four beers. It’s all for you bud. You ready for it because I am ready to burst, man. Can you get it all?” Carlos was whispering but his voice still carried. “Give it to me man, I am ready, and I won’t spill a drop.” Dad said. “Alright man, and after, I will fuck your ass. You look like you need some cum up your ass and I know you like Carlos’ cum man. Here it comes, take my piss puta….” Dad’s eyes opened wide then closed as he was being fed Carlos’ piss. He drank it down fast. I was so fucking turned on and I was harder than I ever was before in my life. I couldn’t believe I was actually watching this. And my rough and ready dad was so submissive to this big Hispanic man. What a fucking turn on. That’s how I always fantasized about myself being. Finding a hot sleazy guy to order me around and make me a bitch like all those fucking girls I fuck with at school. But I’m the one being fucked. Damn it’s hot. “That’s right you fucking pig. You drained my bladder again. You are a perfect urinal man. You ready to take my cock in your ass now man?” “Oh fuck Carlos…yeah man I need it. Let me get the poppers then you can just fuck me.” Dad reached into a drawer by the side of the bed and took out a small brown bottle. He brought it to his nose and took in a long hit in both nostrils. Then he sucked some into his mouth. After he seemed satisfied with the stuff he told Carlos: “Alright man do me. Don’t worry about the lube. You won’t need it tonight man. I am fucking ready dude.” With that Carlos got behind dad and brought him up on all fours. He spit on his cock and on dad’s ass and lined up his whopper of a cock and slowly shoved it into dad’s ass while dad took more hits off the brown bottle. Once Carlos shoved his cock all the way in dad was moaning and almost crying out. But it didn’t seem that he was in pain but in heaven. He started pushing back towards Carlos, “Fuck me man. Give it to me good you fucking spic. Don’t hold back man. Rip me open.” “You asked for it, you gringo mother fucker. I hope I make you bleed man. You ready fucker because there’s no turning back now man.” Carlos said as he grabbed onto dad’s hips. “Ahhhhhh fuck, yea man. Harder dude. Ahhh ahhh, ahhhh yeah man. Don’t ….fucking……stop….you mother fucker…..” Dad was all but screaming out. He seemed like he forgot that I might be in the house. I was so worked up that I was dripping pre cum all over the avocado sculptured carpet. I didn’t give a shit either. I was just wishing I had a cucumber to stick up my ass or something. Fuck I was envious of my dad just then. I had never been fucked and now I knew I needed it. They were both sweating like crazy and I could smell them all the way out here. The smell of ass and pits and sex were all over. It was working me into a frenzy. “Pat, I’m gonna fucking cum in your ass fucker. I am ready. You ready for my juice man?” “Oh fuck Carlos just give it to me man. Don’t fucking hold back. Shoot it up there.” Dad said grunting into the pillow. “Ok buddy. Oh fuck here it comes….oh man….oh fuck…..ahhhhhhhh…ahhh shit oh fuck I’m fucking cumming up your shit hole fucker…ahhhhh man…oh fuck…” “Oh yeah fucker I am ready to shoot now that I have that load up my ass oohhhhhhh fuck…yeah; fuck yeah…” Dad shot his load right on the bed as Carlos collapsed on his back. Just as that happened I lost my nut on that carpet right in front of dad’s door. “Oh fuck Carlos. That was fucking hot. You were worked up my friend.” Dad said. “Yeah bro, seeing your boy naked on the deck didn’t hurt either. He is a fucking younger carbon copy of you bud.” Carlos said. “A fucking stud in his own right.” “Yeah I know man. He’s a hot little fucker. I hope he stays with me man. I love that kid, I always have. I hope he won’t leave man.” Dad said making me feel all of a sudden like I was meant to be here. “He’ll stay dude. He’s got a good and honest man for a dad. There’s no reason for him to leave.” Carlos said. “I hope you’re right my friend. I hope you’re right.” Dad said just before I heard snoring. I slowly backed up and went into my room and slipped into bed. What a fucking hot life I walked into. I hope I can keep up. Part two soon? Some other stories of fty//gay/incest/post-deployment-dad/ *Please support Nifty*, donations are needed to keep this service going. There is nothing like this out there and it would be a loss to let it go. Anything helps. 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