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When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 4

by Blucollar


"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.

But Dad stayed away from too many details. Instead we talked about his plans for the gas station. Well sans the gas. He was just going to make a garage out of it and take care of the locals. By 5pm we had moved out to the front porch. Out back there was no porch or deck or nothing, just a stoop. But on the front porch there were a couple of old "web" lawn chairs that were comfortable enough. It was great just to visit with Dad and get to know him again.

Of course the view was pretty good too. He had long tossed off his tennis shoes and his big feet were constantly moving around. The cut offs he had on were barely containing his package. I swear I saw a ball once or twice while he moved around. He also like to have one hand behind his head while the other one held his beer. I guess he was airing out his pits but it gave me a new fetish I didn't know I had. I just wanted to dive into those pits and smell them, maybe lick them too, because I already knew I liked the male odor.

Once he got up to piss off the porch and when he came back to sit down he left the top two buttons of his cutoffs open. It was almost all I could take. "Son, I got a frozen pizza in the fridge. Would that be enough for tonight. With this heat I'm not up to really fixin' too much", Dad brought me out of my trance.

"That's fine Dad. I know what you mean. Between the heat and the beer I'll be ready for bed in no time.", then the thought crossed my mind and I asked, "Where am I sleeping by the way?"

Dad laughed, "Well Bobby you got a choice...the master bedroom is clean and the bed is a bit lumpy but still comfortable. However, the guest bedrooms are a mess. And then there is the couch. So you can bunk with me or we need to dust off the couch."

I laughed, a bit nerveously, but it was cool, "Well that's easy, do you snore?" I laughed again.

"Well there is one thing I don't know son, I can never hear myself snore" he said as he got up, "I'm going to throw that frozen pizza in the oven. Stay comfortable. This is the most comfortable room in the house, I need to get a room air conditioner for the bedroom." and with that he went inside.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. We ate and drank on the front porch and then decided to call it a night around 10 pm. "Let's get some sleep Bobby and then tomorrow we can go shopping. Maybe the first thing is a truck. I'm not going to be able to bring much home in that Pinto." I followed him in and he locked the door behind us.

I got my toothbrush out and headed for the bathroom...which was old but useable...and realized I was going to miss hot water. Dad was already in the bedroom with the bedside lamps on.

I walked into the bedroom and the first thing I noticed was Dad's cutoffs on the floor by the side of the bed he was on. I know, from seeing his buttons open earlier, that he was not wearing underwear. Neither was I for that matter. So that meant my stud of a Dad was laying in bed naked.

"I guess we should talk about something else son" Dad said when he noticed my glancing at his shorts, "I'm pretty casual, but if anything ever bothers you, you need to let me know. I'm a bit of a pig, not real big on cleaning or dressing" he laughed, "but I don't want you to be uncomfortable so lets keep the communication open. I'm flexible. But sleeping in this heat the only thing I want on me is a thin sheet. You ok with that?"

"Sure Dad. I've been sleeping naked since those parties. I jacked off in the backyard and went to bed naked afterwards." Oh those beers seem to hide some inhibitions, but I hope that's all that will slip out of my mouth.

"Good son. I hate cloths. All I wore inside was the coveralls they gave us, nothing else. I like freeballing and I used to wear the coveralls off my shoulders. Love showing off." Dad laughed as he laid his head on the pillow. "Good night son, I'm happy your here, love you" and he started snoring a few minutes later.

I undressed and climbed into bed. Before I knew it it was morning. I lifted my head, it hurt, and my mouth was dry. I heard Dad in the bathroom pissing in the toliet. I put my head back down as he walked in. "Hurting son?" He smiled.

"A little bit Dad, not bad." I noticed he was still naked. The man was hot. That's when I also notice I had morning wood. "Well good son. Let's go into town and get breakfast and then go to the Chevy dealer. I have my eye on a truck and wouldn't mind getting it today." Dad grabbed his shorts off the floor and headed to the kitchen.

I got up and grabbed my shorts and headed to the bathroom. I thought about a shower and then thought of the cold water. Thought against it. I just brushed my teeth and headed towards the kitchen.

Dad was getting some coffee together in just his cutoffs. He hadn't even bother closing the buttons yet..his cock was half out. "We'll have a cup of coffee then head out ok son?"

"Sure Dad."

We had our coffee and each grabbed a tee shirt and our tennis shoes. Dad asked me to drive and we ended up at a Dennys. Had breakfast and talked a bit more. Then we headed for the Chevy Dealership.

I guess Dad had already talked to someone. It was on the phone and you could tell the guy wasn't impressed. He took one look at us in our crappy cloths and I'm sure we stunk and he dismissed any sale today. But Dad had eyed a truck and he intended to buy it. 1979 3/4 ton regular cab 4x4 brand new. It was Black and real shiny. The salesperson asked why he was interested in a 4x4 since they didn't sell many in this part of Texas but Dad said that he just wanted one.

The salesman seemed to be bored but went along with Dad since it was slow. Dad said he was willing to pay the sticker if the man acted like he was interested. The man's face blinked into surprise and he asked Dad how he was planning to pay for it. Dad pulled out his check book wrote a check for 500.00 dollars over the sticker price and handed it to the salesman. "You have your manager call the bank then write it up. I'll be waiting here with my boy, but not for too long, and I expect this truck to be even shinier than it is now." The salesman looked at the check and then at my Dad again and turned to head to the Manager's office.

It took exactly five minutes before a lot man came and got the truck. Dad turned and asked the man what he was doing. "I'm going to get it ready for delivery sir. Some guy just bought it." and he hoped in the truck and took off.

Just then the salesman came back with a whole new attitude. Shock my Dad's hand and asked if Dad would come in and sign some papers.

With in the hour the truck was Dad's and I was following him to the appliance store. We went in and Dad knew the owner from High School. "Sam! How you doing bud." Dad said as he approached a man about his age but no where built as Dad.

"Great Hank! God how long has it been? You look healthy!" Sam said. Kind of a geek really. Bad suit from Sears I'm guessing.

"I see you took the shop over from the old man eh? How is he anyway." Dad asked.

"Well he died last year actually" Sam said with a sad voice.

"I'm sorry man. Didn't know. So the shop is yours then eh?"

"Yea as well as the trailer park on the east side of town. It pretty much runs itself but I'm always looking for help on the grounds. Is this your boy?"

"Hell I'm sorry, sure is, Bobby this is Sam. We hung out a bit in High School. Sam, Bobby." Dad was grinning obviously proud to have a son to introduce.

"Well good to meet you Bobby. You here for the summer?"

"Yes sir. Here to help Dad out."

"Well if you need to earn some more money I could use a strong young guy at the park. If your Dad can let you loose that is?"

"Sure Sam. I think we would probably drive each other nuts under each other feet all the time. If he wants to that would be great." Dad said.

"What's it involve sir?" I asked.

"Not much really son. Just need someone out there twice a week to collect payments at the office and to check on the property. Maybe a little grass cutting and stuff, whatcha say?" Sam had the same smile the salesman at the Chevy dealership had.

"Sure, when do I start?"

"Tomorrow if your Dad can spare you."

"You bet" said Dad. So that was that. A part time job and a new life. "Meanwhile Sam. I need three air conditioners. One for the main part of the house and two for bedrooms."

"Got just what you need right over here." We bought the air conditioners and then headed home. I had the directions to the trailer park on my passenger seat all ready to start the next day. He said I was dressed fine as it was a pretty casual park. I was to be there at 8 am.

When we got to the house we were barely in the door when the phone started ringing. Dad answered it and went on to say.."He's fine Janice. Here I'll let you talk to him." Dad handed me the phone and I spoke into it, " Hi Mom!"

"Hi Mom? That's it, Hi Mom? What do you think you're doing there." She was very confrontational.

"Well Mom. I'm visiting Dad. And I got a part time job while I'm here. I think I'm staying for the summer. And before you ask, no, school is not part of the plan right now. I don't know what I want to do and I can't answer you on that."

Mom was livid. She made all sorts of threats but we all knew they were empty since I was eighteen. We ended the call less emotional but still on uneasy terms. She wanted me to come home and I wanted to stay. As soon as I got off the phone Dad came up to me and asked if I was alright. I got up and gave him a hug and he hugged me back. "I'm not going anywhere Dad." He held me tighter.

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67 Gay Erotic Stories from Blucollar

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Built Ford Tough, Part 1

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Built Ford Tough, Part 2

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Built Ford Tough, Part 3

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College Break

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College Break, Part 2

After my story about how Dan and Steve introduced me to male sex I guess I should tell you now that I am a complete cum whore. I still play the straight stud football player at school but when I get the chance, and it hasn't been often, I like my ass or mouth filled with man juice. But also, after that encounter with Dan and Steve, I swore them to secrecy. I asked them never to let my Dad

College Break, Part 3

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Drop Out, Part 1

1976, I was 18 and in the second semester of my freshman year. I had had it though. I didn't know if this is what I wanted to do with my life and certainly felt like I was wasting my time and wasting my Dad's money. My Dad was a mechanic down in San Diego and was scraping all he could together to put me though school. I wasn't a brain so I didn't get any scholarships or grants. I was a wrestler

Drop Out, Part 2

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Drop Out, Part 3

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Drop Out, Part 4

Dad and I both sat at the kitchen table as Jimmy kicked his shorts to the side and brought us our coffee.

Drop Out, Part 6

Drop Out Part 6

Enough Part 2

By Saturday I was packed. I scraped every dirty jock off the floor that I could find plus everything else I needed. I was always more comfortable at my Dad's anyway. My new life started on Saturday...My Dad got to my Mom's house around noon. He had just finished up a job at some residence and was still in his work cloths. I grabbed my shit and started for his truck. Mom was out shopping and

Enough, Part 3

When I got back to my bedroom I stripped down and gave my own cock some relief. After that I fell asleep too. Next thing I know Dad is standing at my door way grinning. When my eyes opened up he just chuckled and said,

Enough, Part 4

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Enough, Part 5

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Runaway

At 18, here I was, walking the back roads of Louisiana. Not much more than the clothes on my back and somethings thrown in my backpack as I quickly was rushing out of my mother's house. She was screaming at me and quoting scriptures. Her anger was above anything I had ever seen. She told me to get out of her house and never to return.The day had started simply enough. It was January of my

Runaway, Part 10

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Runaway, Part 3

The man looked at me, confused for a second, about to ask my purpose. Then it was as if a light bulb went off. He just said,

Runaway, Part 4

Wow. Maybe I should fess up to why I was here. I mean, my Dad turned out to be a stud, and I'm probably gay. And now I'll have to share a bed with him? It was all happening so fast. But I didn't have much of a choice.

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

Spring 1977. Salisbury Connecticut. Salisbury School. I'm standing in front of the school with my luggage waiting for my Step-Father's driver. The driver and my Step-Father's lawyer are picking me up and bringing me back to New York. Why you may ask? Well it seems my Mother and my Step-Father were in a horrific accident. They were tooling around Spain in one of those little British two seat

Salisbury to San Diego, Part 3

My two suit cases were filled with expensive suits, slacks, linen shirts and school uniforms. So I ripped the address tags off the luggage and left them right where they were. Hopefully they would go to someone who really needed them.I got to the counter and the agent asked if I had anything besides my carry on. I replied,

Search, Part 1

My mother was always a bit over dramatic. From as early as I could remember she over preached the bible and over judged all those around her. She was always on my ass to be the perfect child. By the time I was in high school I sort of had it. I was tired of her preaching and I was definitely tired of her telling me that every wrong thing that a man would do would surely bring him a step closer to

Search, Part 2

As I followed Mr. Shaw into his office I was watching his body move under his sports coat and slacks. He moved like a man of sport. He had a goatee which I took as a rebellious addition against allowing himself to be completely corporate. He offered me a visitors chair across from his desk. "Scott, we might as well get right to it. May I see a form of identification so I can first be sure you

Search, Part 3

The next morning I woke up in my bed in my mother's house in Huntsville, Texas. It took me a few moments to focus and then to realize what had transpired the day before. It felt like a dream. I lay there a few minutes with one arm over my head. I caught a whiff of myself. I realized then I was hard. A vision of Max came into my mind. What was it about him? He was a good looking man and masculine

Search, Part 4

The move to Palm Springs was uneventful. After we gave the Caddie to Rick, the cook, as a part of his severance and took care of the rest of the things that had to be done before the apartment went on the market we flew to Palm Springs. Max had found the perfect home with five bedrooms, a pool and a large courtyard. The home was "U" shaped with the courtyard in the center of the "U" with the pool

Search, Part 5

Pedro was true to his word. I never experience anything like it. The man was on his knees in the shower eating my ass again but this time he was going for his own load. I felt totally exposed and intimate with this dude and I loved it. After he was done he turned me around and gave me another blow job as he jacked off. I shot another load down his throat and he came up to share it with me. I

Search, Part 6

I woke up the next morning and Pedro was gone from my bed. It seems he went to his own room during the night. I kinda felt good and bad about that. I wasn't sure I wanted to get into anything deep with Pedro especially since he worked for me. But sex with him was awesome. I had never fucked a guy’s ass like that. He was completely open to me and I felt like I was in total control. But being so

Trailer Living, Part 1

Being a recent high school graduate with no ambition other than trying to figure out where the next party was to say the least, getting on my rents nerves. In high school I concentrated on sports and partying without giving a care of my future goals other than making sure I passed enough classes to get the certificate of parole from public school. My name is Cole. I'm 18, 5'9". Have brown

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

Well, Jake never did repeat our conversation to Sal. He went on to actually find out why Sal was so pissed off at Jerry, one of Sal’s long time employees, and Sal responded; "The stupid ass took old man Smither's Mercedes for a joy ride. He said he was just going to go around the block to test the brakes. He didn't come back for a half an hour. I didn't know what to think. He actually just had

Trailer Living, Part 6

Once again I awoke to the sun coming in the window over my bed. My first thought was that I needed to get a shade, curtain or something for it. My head was foggy and I had a bit of a headache. As I came to I started to remember the scene last night on the deck. I laid there trying to decide whether it was a hot dream or if it was for real. I looked at the clock. 6:15 am. Jake should be

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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