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Drop Out, Part 3
by Blucollar
"Zack, you want some coffee?" came from my bedroom door. I woke slowly. I was still in the shorts I had on yesterday and the sun was shining through the old shabby curtains. My Dad was standing in the doorway with a towel thrown over his shoulder and he was still damp from a shower. Needless to say he was fully exposed. I felt a tingle in my morning hard on that I was lying on.
I stretched, yawned and tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes. "Sure Dad; be right there, but I gotta piss first." With that Dad walked away towards the kitchen. I got up and shucked my shorts and headed to the bathroom with my mostly hard cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I hated to piss with a hard on but it would make it go down then I can get some coffee.
It was pretty hot in the house even with the windows open. Dad's idea of air-conditioning was the breeze blowing through the screens. The side effect of that was, of course, a masculine scent throughout the house that made me horny 24 hours a day. It was going to be rough living back here again.
I went back to the kitchen where Dad was pouring me a cup. He handed it too me and started to walk back to his bedroom. "I thought I'd get the lawn mowed before we get some other things done son. Take your time, but I'd like to hit the grocery store and then maybe let’s hit the beach today too."
"Okay Dad." I sat down at the breakfast counter and slowly started to wake up with the help of the black coffee. A few minutes later Dad came back in the kitchen wearing cutoffs that were shorter and a lot more worn than the ones he had on yesterday and a pair of tennis shoes again.
The shorts looked like they were no longer strong enough to hold in his package and were very frayed. They were tight too. Where the jeans were blue in some places they were also worn almost white in places like his bulge and where his ass pushed them out. They were fucking hot as well as almost obscene.
For the first time I also noticed that Dad had started to grow a full beard. He was a fucking walking wet dream and I felt myself getting hard again under the counter.
"The lawn shouldn't take long son…" and with that he was out the door. I went ahead and went to the bathroom as the coffee was kicking in and then showered. I went to my room and found a pair of cutoffs of my own. There were not as short as worn as Dad's, but they were still tight. I picked up a pair of old tennis shoes and a tee shirt for the store.
By the time I finished and walked out to the kitchen Dad was in there sweating and drinking a glass of water. "It's a hot one son. Maybe we'll just blow off the store and go to the beach. How does that sound?"
"Fine with me Dad. We headed out to Ocean Beach--or someplace closer?" Thinking of the beaches we had been to before.
"Nah son, I've been going up to La Jolla lately. It's a bit of a hike to the beach, but well worth it. You willing to try it?"
There were several beaches in La Jolla and I was going to ask which one as I turned to go get some trunks. Just as I was about to speak Dad said, "You won't need any."
"I won't need any what Dad?"
"Swim trunks, isn't that what you were about to get?"
"Well yeah…but..." Then it became clear. Dad was going to take me to Black's Beach. I had heard of it for years but had never been. The beach has been known as a nude beach. Hell I was game.
"Okay Dad. Never mind. I know where we're going."
"Good Son; do you mind?"
"Heck no."
So Dad told me to bring tennis shoes as the walk down to the beach was kinda rough. We each got a beach towel and we were off. Dad still reeked from mowing the lawn and the hot pick up was not helping matters. He still had on the same sweat soaked cutoffs and tennis shoes. I had on my cut offs and my tennis shoes were on the floor board waiting to be put on.
We got to the University of California area and found a parking lot on a cliff overlooking the ocean. I put on the tennis shoes as Dad got out of the truck. He grabbed our towels and said, "Follow me son".
It took about 15 minutes to hike down the cliff. Some of the paths you actually found yourself sliding down on. They were steep. When we reached the bottom we came upon numerous people all naked. There were women, men and kids; old people and young people. There was even a guy, naked, on his bicycle, selling cans of beer. There was a group of people playing volley ball to the south, naked, of course and to the north the number of people started to thin out a bit. Dad turned north.
"Let’s get away from the families Zack. We'll just go up here a bit." As Dad said that he unbuttoned his shorts and stepped out of them. He kept on his tennis shoes as he walked. I followed suit.
We came to a nice area on the side of the foothill that was shaped sort of like a cove in the sand and put down our towels. We each took off our shoes and proceeded to lay down in the sun. It was already 1 pm and the sun was out in all its glory.
I was on my back raised up by my elbows to look around. I noticed there were more men on this end than women. There were a few women scattered more to the south but they seemed to stay to the south. Which was fine with me, but I didn't know what Dad was looking for.
To the North I noticed that it seemed to get a little more crowded--but with all men. We were like in some sort of weird transition zone or something.
I looked over and Dad was flat on his back with his left arm over his eyes. I got to look down his torso, down to his cock, and it seemed to be filling with blood in the sun—just thickening enough to notice. He looked so tasty that I had to look away and try to think of something else before he caught me. I then laid down and relaxed. As I started to soak up the sun I fell asleep. It was so relaxing and peaceful.
I woke with a start. It took me a minute to realize why I was so hot and sweaty. Then I heard the ocean water and I realized I was burning up in the sun and had to cool off. I started to get up and looked over to find Dad's towel empty. His shorts and shoes were still there, but he wasn't . I looked around and saw some people out in the water and thought he might be out there. I was going to go cool off anyway.
I made it out to the shoreline and my Dad was no where to be found. Oh well, he'll turn up. I walked into the water and found it really refreshing. I stayed out there a while and played in the waves letting them carry me back to shore every time I swam out. It was great. And the best part was that I was naked in the ocean for the first time!
After a while I went back to the towels and still no Dad. I was about to lay down when I looked over to the north and saw Dad coming out of the bushes of the foothills. He looked sweaty again and his cock was swinging and full. It was huge actually, but not hard. More like half-hard and hanging. I lay back down quickly and rolled on to my stomach so he would not see how hard I had become.
He got to the towels and I asked, "Where you been Dad?"
"Well I went to take piss behind the bushes and then started to walk some of the trails back there--very interesting. You ready to go soon son. I'm getting kind of hungry."
"Sure Dad." With that we got up and picked up our stuff.
"We don't have to dress until we're about half way up son." With that I followed him up the hill. I got to watch Dad's ass as he climbed. His crack was awfully sweaty. But it seemed to be more than just sweaty. There was something that looked clear and sticky as well.
By the time we got to the truck it was about 3:30 and I realized that neither one of us had eaten anything. "Let's go to the store and get some steaks and some beer son. We'll just cook out at home." Which was fine with me, but we didn't bring any shirts. Thank goodness San Diego merchants are a lot more flexible than most places. We found a small grocery/meat market and got some nice steaks and a case of Budweiser cans. Dad also got a bag of charcoal.
We got home and Dad popped open a couple beers and handed me one. He then went to the patio to start the charcoal. Our backyard was only semi-private so Dad kept his shorts on, but they were unbuttoned. Anyone that looked hard enough could see the base of his cock. I, on the other hand, was naked and laying on the couch watching TV.
By the time the steaks were done Dad had downed a six pack and I was on number three. Dad brought in the steaks and stepped out of his shorts at the back door. "Okay son, dinner is served. Hope you weren't expecting more than steak."
Dad got another beer and we sat down at the kitchen table. I was hungry. I actually wasn't even perving on Dad I was so hungry. I downed the steak in no time and got up to get me another beer. Dad asked for one too. As I walked back to the table I caught Dad checking out my cock. Nah, couldn't be--I must have misunderstood. But it did make me chub up a bit. I sat back down and we talked as we drank.
"Son, you know Jimmy can be a bit wild right? I mean, you know, never know what he might be up too, right?" Dad was sort of slurring by this point. I was about 8 pm and half the case was sure to be gone by now.
"Yeah Dad, ‘ cool. I like Uncle Jimmy. But he is more like a big brother than an Uncle from what I remember."
"That's it son, you hit it on the head. But he's my little brother. That's it. We can all be brothers!" Dad started laughing. "I know I told you we had a while before he got here but the truth is he's going to be here tomorrow. I'm sorry. But I never really did tell you when he was coming."
"That's cool Dad. When's he getting in?"
"Sometime in the afternoon I expect..." Dad trailed off again. "I better get to bed son. I'm smashed." He laughed again.
With that he got up and went to bed. I watched TV for a little while and then went to bed myself. There is only so much Love Boat a boy can take.
I woke to my Dad yelling, "God Damn it Jimmy! Can't you at least fucking knock?"
I heard Jimmy laughing, "Come on you old fuck, get up and welcome your brother."
"Shut up stupid, you're gonna wake Zack!" Dad said.
"Zacks home? Well shit why didn't you tell me?"
The next thing I know Jimmy is standing at my door all buff with some sort of tight plaid shorts on. He had a string of something tied around his ankle. No shoes. He was wearing some sort of beach necklace and his hair was down past his ears. He was tan and hot looking but I was also half asleep and blurry eyed.
"Zack! Get up and give your uncle a hug!" Jimmy came over and kicked my bed. I moaned and basically rolled out of bed and barely was able to stand before Jimmy gave me a big old bear hug. He had the right scent to wake me up and to tell me that he was family. Strong and masculine, like him.
"That's better" he said as he let go. I fell back onto the bed and said, "Yea, welcome home Jimmy!" before I lay back down.
"Well it looks like both you boys need some strong coffee so I can get a proper welcome." Jimmy laughed again. "I'll go out to the kitchen and get the Mr. Coffee all warmed up and you two try to get out of those damn beds.
I sat up again and figured I might as well get up. I heard stirring in Dad's room too. We both got to our doors at the same time and looked at each other and said, at the same time, "Uncle Jimmy's home..." and then we both started laughing.
We both walked out to the kitchen naked and Jimmy looked up and grinned. "Damn I'm over dressed!" He let his shorts fall and added, "Problem solved."
This was going to be more interesting than I could ever imagine.
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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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