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When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 3

by Blucollar


I got in the passenger side after throwing some stuff in the back seat. As I was doing so I saw Dad get into the drivers seat. He was dressed to like me except without a tee shirt. His shorts were a bit tighter and shorter than mine as well. Since his shorts were so tight his box was well defined. You could see the head of his cock. His shorts seemed damp with sweat too.

By the time I sat in the seat I realised I was getting a bit hard. Careful Bobby, careful!!

We got up to the house and it was in pretty bad shape. Half the windows were still boarded up and the porch needed some boards replaced and the whole place definetly needed to be painted. The property was all over grown and it barely looked like anything had been done in years.

I guess Dad saw the look on my face. "The estate paid the bills all this time Bobby but no one has been out here since I went in. The phone was paid for but there was no electricity, water or gas on for years. I got the electricity and water turned on yesterday but the gas company said they would be out to check the lines Monday before they turned it back on. So no hot water. But all the furniture is still in there under an inch of dust." I also saw Grandpa's old Chevy truck was still parked in the garage like I remembered it being there when I was a kid and Dad brought me here to check on the place.

"No ones lived here in about 13 years son so its going to take some work to get it completely liveable. If you can't take it I'll understand." Dad said as he parked the car and was getting out.

I got out right behind him. "Dad this is a great old house. I think we could do wonders with it. Grand pa always took such good care of it that's why its lasted like it did. It just needs some TLC...well ok...a lot of TLC" I laughed.

When we got into the house it was just as I remembered it. I don't think anything has changed since Dad's parents died. The living room was dusty and full of cobwebs. It would take a lot of cleaning itself. We walked into the kitchen which was surprisingly clean. "Want a beer Bobby? A little celebration of us being back together. You're eighteen and you're not going anywhere so what you say?" Dad opened the old refridgerator and I was surprised to see it was full of food and beer. Once again Dad saw the look on my face and said, "Mr. Jenkins, Mom and Dad's lawyer, well I guess mine too, took me to the store yesterday. The old Chevy needs a lot of work before I can get it going again but I think I'm going to get a new truck anyway as soon as I get settled."

"So Dad, I guess I hate to ask, but how are you going to do all this without a job. Mom got the house, the car, the bank accounts. I don't mean to be nosey but did you take a mortgage out on this place or something?"

Dad looked at me with some amusement and answered, "Your Mom got our joint bank accounts. I had an account with Mr. Jenkins from my parents estate. Your Mother was not entitled to any of it if she filed for divorce, which she did, per the stipulation of the will my parents left. She knew that but the way we used to live, well I think she had some things of her own to work out, she decided to move on. No hard feelings. But anyway, there is plenty of money Bobby if that's what your worried about. Enough to live on for a long time but I have to do something so I'm gonna sharpen my wrench." the he laughed and took a pull on his long neck. "Have a beer son and relax. I'm just so happy you're here, I was afraid of being lonely." Dad grabbed me under his arm and gave me another hug. I didn't remember him being that physical with me before.

"So you talking about the parties Dad?" I took a drink on my beer after I asked. Was kinda nerveous about his answer.

"Well yes son. I guess I mean the parties. But you were too young to know about what went on."

"Well, I wasn't that young Dad. I remember you sent me to bed before the parties really got going. By the time I was fifteen I would sneak out to the backyard at around midnight and look through the windows." I said in almost a wisper.

"Why you little son of a gun. What did you see? You just look through the family room's window?" he asked with some concern in his voice. He looks a bit guilty. Do I tell him the truth or play innocent. I thought the truth would be better. "I saw pretty much everything...sometimes staying out there till everyone left in the morning and Mom went upstairs to your bedroom."

Dad's eyes were wide open with surprise and then he got up and went to the refrigerator to get another beer. He was sweating some more too, not that it was cool in the old house by any means, even with the windows open it was really hot.

"So you saw in the bedroom when I was in there or when your Mom was in there or both or what?" He looked unsure of this conversation.

"Well both Dad but mostly you. Mom wasn't into it like you were. She seemed to be only into the guy she married during those parties. You were into everyone." I laughed a bit but sheepishly.

"Well yea son, well about that, I...well.." He tried to explain.

"I get it Dad. Your sort of a free spirit, into both women and men, whatever comes along. It's cool" I tried to save him.

"You're ok with that son. I mean no one wants his Father to be like that. And then get sent to prison for possesion. I really screwed things up." He sounded kind of sad.

"Not with me Dad. Maybe with Mom and the railroad. But never with me." I looked him in the eyes when I said it. I meant it. I loved him more than anyone else on the planet. I needed him also to know that I was ok with him so he would be ok with me. "Besides you gave a good performance, it was sort of educating." I laughed.

With that Dad looked up and smiled. "You're old man did know how to have fun. Educating huh? No wonder I never had to give you the birds and the bees talk. You got a full lesson by accident. But the bit with the other men didn't bother you son?"

"Not at all Dad. I understand." I looked him in the eye again. He looked at me in disbelief. Then he got up and got his third beer...still kind of nerveous.

"Well son, I don't want to shock you or anything, but I always leaned more towards men, um, sexually. I guess i aught to be straight with you about it since you'll be living here. Being in prison with all those guys, well, that just cemented the fact that I like the company of men better. And since I may have some buds visiting over the summer I wanted to tell you and be honest. I'm probably pretty much gay son." He looked up at me waiting for a reaction.

My stud father, rough and rugged now, a wet dream, is telling his son, who pretty much knows he's gay, that he is gay. But I need to hold off on telling him, I need to be sure he'll be as ok with me as I am with him. "I don't care what you are Dad. You're my Dad and I love you and I want to spend as much time with you as I can."

"That's great son. That's great. I was really worried you'd find out and head tail it home and never see me again." he looked releaved.

"Not going to happen Dad. But what about prison made you decide what you are?" His eyes went wide again.

"Well son. I don't know if I should really get into that."

"Dad, I saw you stick your cock in another man's ass while you were making out with a woman. I don't think you could shock me too much."

"Son! Well, I guess you got me there. It was some good parties. But, ok, well, when I first got to prison I was teamed up with some old guy. So it was pretty boring. Well he got released about six months later. I missed him a bit. We were pretty good friends by the time he left. Well within a week I got a new cell mate. He was young. Real young. Just turned nineteen. He was in for possession too. He was caught right after he bought it from his dealer. The dealer was being watched. Anyway. His name is Neal. He was a football player in high school. Quarterback. Tight little body. Only about 5' 10". Well we got along but I made the rules. I was bigger and stronger. He looked up to me. Well, I protected him too, and he took care of me. If you know what I mean. Well we became kinda lovers. We slept in the same bunk. You know."

I knew what he meant and I was hard as a rock. I couldn't stand up right now if I tried. I had to hear more of the story. But I think Dad will need some more beers to tell details.

con't

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67 Gay Erotic Stories from Blucollar

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College Break

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Drop Out, Part 1

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Drop Out, Part 2

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Drop Out, Part 4

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Drop Out, Part 6

Drop Out Part 6

Enough Part 2

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Enough, Part 3

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Enough, Part 4

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Enough, Part 5

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Runaway, Part 10

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Runaway, Part 3

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Runaway, Part 4

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Runaway, Part 7

After I caught my breath I realized that the shower was a mess and didn't want Dad to find it. I took the hand held and rinsed off the wall. Then I finished showering and dryed off. Threw on my shorts and went off to find Dad. I got down to the kitchen where Dad was and he looked up from what he was doing.

Runaway, Part 8

I quickly cleaned off the toliet and took a piss as Dad went back into the bedroom. After I was done I walked back in the bedroom to get my shorts and my Dad was laying on top of the bed with his legs spread and his right hand on his cock jacking off. His left hand was about his hand and his nose was in his pit. He noticed me coming in and said,

Salisbury to San Diego

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Salisbury to San Diego, Part 3

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Search, Part 1

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Search, Part 2

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Search, Part 3

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Search, Part 5

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Search, Part 6

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Trailer Living, Part 1

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Trailer Living, Part 2

Sunday came way too fast. I had attended a party both Friday and Saturday nights but I really wasn't into it. It was like I was experiencing death row or something insane like that. I couldn't believe in a couple of days I was going to be miles north of here living and working with my Uncle Jake. Uncle Jake was in his late twenties. He wasn't a scholar, like my father (his brother), by any

Trailer Living, Part 3

We ended up having a few too many beers on the night I arrived at Uncle Jake's. Jake's buddy Sal left around midnight and I entered the trailer for the first time. We had been pissing off the deck the whole time. The trailer was a strange design. Obviously it had been chopped up at some point with the walls being moved around. The entry off the deck went into the hallway of the bedrooms. To

Trailer Living, Part 4

After Jake left and I relieved my throbbing cock; I wiped myself off and threw on some board shorts and headed to the beach. Not much for breakfast or coffee really I just needed a bottle of water ‘til lunch time. I spent the morning pretty much alone. It was Monday morning after all; not much happening at the beach except for a few old men walking about. I hit a drive-thru on the way back to

Trailer Living, Part 5

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Trailer Living, Part 6

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Trailer Living, Part 7

"You liked it too didn't you? I knew you were like us man." Sal said as he then licked his bottom lip waiting for my response. He sat there looking so sure of himself. His brown skin covered in sweat and a little grease here and there. The masculine scent coming off him was a wet dream in itself. He just kept staring into me with his dark brown eyes waiting for a response, not backing down, with

Trailer Living, Part 8

There was that sun again in the window above my head. I had to remember to get some shades man. I was still half asleep thinking this when I heard Jake at my door again. I woke up with a bit of a start then groaned, "What's up Jake" He was standing there bare assed again in his work boots. Half hard and all just like every other morning. And he had a grin from ear to ear. "Damn boy, you

Trailer Trash, Part 1

My name is Erik Hickman. 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 will be a junior in high school this year and live in Brentwood, Yes, and the Brentwood in the Los Angeles area. My step father is a plastic surgeon so I guess Mom married well considering she came from the wrong side of the tracks in

Trailer Trash, Part 2

So here I was headed back to the states with my step dad's lawyer on the same plane that carried my dead parents. The lawyers name is Brad Steinman and he was kind enough to come to London and take care of all the details for me. He is in as much shock as I am I think. Now since the trip is a good half a day he took the opportunity to lay out my life for me as he saw it. "Erik, your parents

Trailer Trash, Part 4

Dad was right. 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 called Texas City). Once we landed and were on our way I got my first glimpse of the Texas

Trailer Trash, Part 5

"Well I love you too son. Thanks. 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

Trailer Trash, Part 6

Sunday morning I woke up to a truck starting up outside. I took a look out my window and saw Carlos leaving. Then I looked over at my clock and it was 8:30. I was dehydrated and my head hurt a little bit but otherwise I was well rested. I laid there a bit going over the events of the last evening. My dad's queer and gets fucked by a Hispanic pig with a big cock. I am queer but in the closet. I am

Trailier Trash, Part 3

We arrived in Los Angeles on Tuesday. It seemed like a month since my parents died even though it had only been a few days. Brad took me to my house and I gathered some things that I might need while I stayed the night with his family. 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

Uncle's Home, Part 1

It was June 1976; I , Sean Brickman just finished my Senior year in high school in New York City, and now I was on my way to San Diego. I spent the past year on the varsity wrestling team and dating all the cheerleaders...and I mean all of them. I never really dated one girl for more than a couple weeks. The reason, of course, was that I got bored with girls easily. I was much happier hanging

Uncle's Home, Part 2

It was Saturday morning and I awoke with a start. You know, that foggy feeling of not knowing where you’re at right away, and then it all sort of comes back to you. I was in the bed in the guest room of my Uncle Carl's house. I was naked under a single sheet and I was very dehydrated. Otherwise I was no worse for ware. I didn't remember getting into bed much less naked. I stopped counting the

Uncle's Home, Part 3

The weekend was pretty much uneventful from there. After we went to the beach on Saturday we had steaks on the grill and turned in early. Then Sunday we drove up to Anaheim and went to Disneyland. It was only a two hour drive each way but it wore us out. We were both asleep before nine. Monday morning I heard Carl rustling and then he was at my door leaning on the door jamb totally naked and

Uncle's Home, Part 4

I was still swallowing cum when Frank took the seat across from me again. His coveralls were still bunched up around his feet and his semi hard cock was still seeping what was left of his orgasm. He seemed spent even though he still had that grin on his face. "That was nice Sean. I really appreciated that." Frank said. "Ah...yeah... no problem man." I was nervous. What if he told Carl about

Uncle's Home, Part 5

I sat up on the couch and put a pillow over my cock. I was embarrassed, confused and horny all at the same time. Next thing I knew Carl came out of the hallway naked with a beer in his hand. He went straight to the kitchen and got some hamburgers started for the grill. "Hey Sean, if your awake enough, why don't you go get the charcoal going and I'll make some macaroni and cheese to go along

Uncle's Home, Part 6

We sat outside and had burgers and beers. We kept the conversation pretty light and I was really feeling comfortable and relaxed. "Get us a couple more bud and I'll toss these paper plates in the trash out back here." Carl said as he got up. So I went in with the empty bottle and soon returned with some fresh ones. Carl was standing in the middle of the yard with his legs wide apart taking a

Uncle's Home, Part 7

I made a salad, corn on the cob and grilled some steaks. Frank and Carl finished everything. I barely was able to grab a steak for myself. Then I gathered up the plates while Frank and Carl gave each other shit. It wasn't long before Frank got dressed and took off. By that time I was dog tired and Carl was heading off to bed. So I finished cleaning up and headed to my bed. The next thing I

Uncle's Home, Part 8

Once Carl and I got into a routine the summer seemed to go by so fast. I decided to attend college right there in San Diego and Carl seemed happy about that. I didn't have to work since Mom and new hubby was paying my way as well as a nice monthly allowance. But the best part of all was the way I became use to Carl as the Daddy and I was his boy. He was right, I was a lot like him, and I love to

When Dad got out of prison

My early childhood was a pretty happy one. Mom, Janice, was a housewife and my Dad, Hank, worked on the Railroad as a conductor. We had a nice house in the suburbs of Houston, Richmond, and even though Dad was gone 3 - 4 days a week he always had time for me. My name is Bobby and I was their only child and yet I wasn't all that spoiled. I had chores to do and I took my role as

When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 2: Dayton

A few weeks after I turned 18 and about a month before I graduated I got a letter from my Dad that would change my life. He was being released in about a month. Right after my graduation and unfortunately he would miss it. He said he was going to go ahead and live at the Dayton house and try to open back up the gas station and work as a mechanic like his Dad did. He couldn't get back on at the

When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 3

I got in the passenger side after throwing some stuff in the back seat. As I was doing so I saw Dad get into the drivers seat. He was dressed to like me except without a tee shirt. His shorts were a bit tighter and shorter than mine as well. Since his shorts were so tight his box was well defined. You could see the head of his cock. His shorts seemed damp with sweat too. By the time I sat in

When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 6

Tom moaned and then said,

When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 7

I locked up the office and took my shoes and shirt but didn't put them back on. I drove to the station in front of the house. When I pulled up I saw Dad in one of the garage bays pulling stuff out of boxes. He was in his cutoffs and work boots. Nothing else. I parked the car and walked up to him. He was squatting down in front of the box with his legs spread a bit. The shorts were so short

When Dad Got Out of Prison: Part 8

That's when the door opened. I was bent over the stained couch naked with a man's cock up my ass and standing at the door was my Dad. Standing at the door with only his cutoffs on, sweaty from the heat, was my Dad. I was too far gone to react. I just looked into my Dad's eyes with question and with lust. I didn't know what to do. But I knew more that anything that the cock in my ass had to

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