Trailer Trash, Part 4
submitted September 20, 2005
Categories: Arm Pits, Exhibitionism, Family Fun
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 country side. 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 a auto shop. "Jake'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.
"Its 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."
"Not to worry about that here dad. I hate the fact that so many kids fuck up their lives with the crap. I love my body too much."
"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. The last bay of the garage is a work out room. Well, sort of. It has a bench and stuff. It works for me."
"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 on that hung on his ass like mine did.
"Relax son, its 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.
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. "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. 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 boy."
"Well I can't dad."
"Why not son?"
"Well, er..."
"You hard son?"
"Yea dad. I guess I am."
"Nothing wrong with that Erik. 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. Its 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 and I was wondering what he tasted like.
"Son, we gotta have a talk. I needed a few beers first and to be naked. I ain’t what you might call normal. 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 your here. 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. Can you 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 your 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 love you dad."