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Search, Part 6

By blucollar

submitted October 9, 2005

Categories: Arm Pits, Exhibitionism, Family Fun

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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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