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Search, Part 6

by Blucollar


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 new to everything left me feeling like I might regret the thing with Pedro in the long run. If I ended it right now we could continue our relationship as employer and employee. But that will have to be seen.

I jumped out of bed around 7:00 AM and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I didn't bother to put on anything since it was only Pedro and I and we had already established that I would like to live my life at home more casual.

I sat out by the pool sipping my coffee and contemplating how I was going to go about having the truck checked out at my dad's garage. I really was wondering if he would realize that I was his son when he saw me. I heard that has happened before and people that never knew each other would automatically know the other person on first meeting.

I decided to get going. I got up and went to take a dump and rinse off real quick. My hair being buzzed and my lack of deodorizers make showering a quick thing. Ivory soap has become my soap of choice. It keeps you natural.

I went to my room and found my favorite shorts and tee that I often still wear even though they were the only things that I brought with me from my Mom's. I slipped into my flip flops and went to get the truck keys.

It was warm in the valley. It was only the beginning of February but the temp seemed like it was already climbing to summer. The radio said it would be in the mid eighties today. The truck didn't have air conditioning so I just rolled down the windows and got going.

I followed Highway 111 for about 10 minutes and then turned onto Perez Road. I probably could have taken a short cut if I knew where that was but I felt better following the way Pedro and I took the day before.

I traveled down Perez to the block that the garage was on and noticed that the gates were open. I assumed that meant that my Dad was open for business.

As I pulled into the yard behind the cinder block wall a man came out of one of the two garage doors. He was wearing coveralls that were very loose and had the sleeves cut off. His zipper was down to his stomach and I could make out some hair on his large pecs but not much. His hair was buzzed off like mine but looked to be the same color. He had a dark goatee and dark eyes. His arms were large. His biceps looked like thighs. On his left arm he had a tattoo of an eagle. It was only 8:30 in the morning and he seemed to be sweating.

He noticed me and started walking up to the truck. "What can I do for you bud?" he said when he came up to the truck. I could swear I caught his scent. Masculine and maybe a couple of days old...just the way I like to keep myself mostly.

"Hi, I, ah...just bought this truck and it seems like it may not be running right. I was wondering if there was someone here that could check it out." I said quickly.

"Well that someone would be me bud; the only other guy I have working here is not in yet and I'll be damned if I know where he is. But you are in luck. I don't have much going on. What makes you think it's not running right?" He said as he seemed to study me.

"Well, I think its running rough or something. Like its not running on all cylinders or something. Heck I don’t know. I'm not used to these old trucks. I just bought it for a work truck for landscaping. It could be my imagination also."

"Well let’s check it out bud and I'll let you know if it’s your imagination. Hey are you from around here? You sure do look familiar."

Well there is some sort of reaction after all. "Well I just moved here from Houston. I doubt we have ever met, that I can recall anyway."

"Yeah, probably not. Just thought you might look like someone I might know. So you got a ride back so you can leave it or you gonna have to stay."

"I'm gonna stick around. That is if you don't mind and if you can get to it right away."

"Yeah. Let’s get it done. You can join me in the first bay. I'll pull it in there. There is some seats and a coke machine. Not really much to read."

So as he pulled the truck into the bay I went and took a seat off to the side. While he prepared the truck I looked around the garage. It definitely was a small business owners type of place. Kinda messy too. I did start to notice that all the posters of car parts and such on the walls had strapping studs on them instead of the usual large breasted women. In fact there was not one large breasted woman on any of the posters. That was really odd.

After looking around I started watching my Dad work on the truck. There was no doubt that he was my dad. I knew it from the moment I drove in the yard. He had the hood up and was looking down in the engine while it was running. His coveralls were opened up wide and I could see the sweat beads falling against his skin. He then closed the hood and put the truck up on the lift. He took off one of the wheels and checked the brakes. He put the wheel back on. He checked the exhaust, the oil, the radiator...he checked everything. Meanwhile I was checking him out. I couldn't get over how hot he was. His body under those coveralls was amazing. Hell I could see most of the upper half since the coveralls were unzipped. In fact it seemed that the zipper traveled down a little further since I had first gotten there. He then brought the truck down and once again opened the hood. He bent over and that’s when I noticed he had nothing underneath those coveralls. He was naked under them and I could see the top of his pubic hairs.

I was broken out of my stare when I heard him say, "Well bud, the truck checks out. You may need some brakes in the near future but I don't see any real problems. I have checked everything and hooked it up to all my monitors. It seems pretty clean."

"Well I guess I was imagining it then. The trucks older than I am used to and I might have misread some noises it makes. How much do I owe you?"

"Well, I usually charge about 95.00 for a full inspection like this. But I don't charge family."

Family? What did he mean? How does he know? "Excuse me sir, what do you mean?"

My dad laughed for a second. His smile was amazing. His dark eyes twinkled in the sun and his muscles seemed to expand. "Cut the crap Scott. You really think I wouldn't know my own son. I figured you would find me some day as soon as you escaped the chains of that bible thumping mother of yours. And I'm glad you did. Now come here and give me a hug before I get all emotional you shit."

What could I say? He wasn't upset that I looked for him. He wanted a hug. I was all ready to comply. I walked up to him and he pulled me into such a bear hug that all my breath was taken out of me. "I never wanted to lose you son. Your mother didn't think I was any good and that I was going to hell. But I have enough pictures of you to plaster a large room. Please forgive me for not being with you."

I was amazed. Forgive him? I need to forgive my mother from all that I have learned in the past few months. "I don't hold you to blame dad. I know it was mom that kept me from you. She kept me from a lot of things as a matter of fact. I knew it was you too as soon as I pulled into the yard and saw you."

He pulled away from me and looked me over again. "You are a handsome stud son. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Well I guess you have your mother to blame for that. As soon as I graduated high school I was invited to a money managing firm that had my trust fund that was set up by your mother, my grandmother. She left me quite a bit of money, but I suppose its not as much money as she left you, am I right dad?"

"Dad? Huh, I been waiting so long to be called that. Yea I guess she left me a lot of money. Its mostly sitting in an account getting bigger. I never really needed it. I live pretty simple. How much did she leave you?"

"About 36 million. I was told that's no where near to what you have. So can you tell me also?"

"Yea, I don't care all that much about it. The last statement I got said it was around 142 million. She actually gave another 69 million to saving some birds off the coast of Texas or something. Crazy old lady. Loved her a lot but didn't like her world all that much. Did you ever meet her Scott?"

"No, but I wished I had. I can't believe how generous she was to me. Well now what dad? Can we hang out and talk. I really want to get to know you. I feel like I have been cheated out of knowing you."

"There is nothing that I would like more Scott. Let’s close up the garage and we'll get out of here and go some place. I have nothing going on here anyway. If something needs fixing my guy Chuck can handle it. He should be in sometime today or tomorrow. We're pretty laid back here. How's that sound bud?"

"Where will we go dad?"

"Let's head to San Diego and spend a few days there. What do you say?"

"Sounds good to me..."


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67 Gay Erotic Stories from Blucollar

Along Came Dex

It was the summer of 1972 and I, Jake Duke, was just finishing my junior year. I had been on the High School baseball team, wrestling team and tried to do gymnastics as well but ran out of time. That was all over with now and it was just about time for me to enjoy summer. We, my mom, dad and I, lived on a small ranch south of Austin, Texas. My dad, Jed Duke, actually worked for an oil refinery

Built Ford Tough, Part 1

My name is Rick and back in the eighties I had been living with my Aunt Jean and my Uncle Eddie (my Mom's brother) since I was about 11 years old. My Mom fell over at work one day and died. She was working two jobs at the time and they say she just seemed exhausted and that's why she died. Later I found out that she just plain old had a heart attack. My Dad was never in the picture and I was

Built Ford Tough, Part 2

"Well we better get a move on then..." I watched as he put on a pair of cutoffs and a tank top and a pair of flip flops. That was it. We were ready. Kansas City here we come... I noticed as we got to Uncle Eddie's old truck that he didn't have a bag with him. When I asked him about this he said, "Well Rick, the longest I'm going to be gone is four days and it’s hot anyway. What else do I

Built Ford Tough, Part 3

I tried in vain once more to get up but failed. The next thing I knew Eddie looked right at me then put his lips to mine and kissed--tongue and all. He held me down kissing me for what seemed like forever. Then it was over. He looked down at me and said, "I told you I was going to miss you and now I'm going to show you why. I've seen the way you looked at me the past couple of years. But you

College Break

The year was 1973 and I was going to Florida State University on a football scholarship. If it wasn't for the scholarship I would have been out of luck. My name is Trent and I when I'm not at Florida State I'm living with my dad Gary in his double wide mobile home in Jacksonville. I played high school football well enough that they gave me a free ride to Florida State as long as I kept my

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

When I finished cooking breakfast I called out to see where my father would like to eat. "Just bring it in here boy. There's a bed tray by the fridge." Dad yelled back. I loaded two plates on the tray with two glasses of juice and went back to the bedroom. When I walked in my dad was laying on his back with his head on the pillows and his arms under his knees. Harry was eating my father's

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

It was Friday, second week in May, moving day. My Dad was leaving the shop at about noon and driving up here in his pick-up to help me move whatever I had home. Most of the fraternity was empty at this point. Finals were at the end of last week and the beginning of this week. For most of the guys as soon as the last exam was taken they were out of here. I had to wait till my Dad had time to come

Drop Out, Part 3

Being exhausted, I walked right into my room and dropped what bags I had...

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

I was working myself into comming real soon but from what I could tell they were too. Then it happened to all three of us. We all seemed to shoot at the same time. I came like never before. Exhausted I leaned against the wall still looking out the window. Gus and Jeb were making out a bit in their after glow. Then Gus led Jeb inside. It took a few minutes and the lights all went out. I landed

Enough, Part 5

I was nerveous now. Even though I already knew that his coming out to me like that was new for me. I wanted to tell him the same thing but was scared. What would he think of me.

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

Oh jeeeze Dad. After everything you've been telling me you think your stage name is going freak me out?

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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