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Runaway, Part 10

by Blucollar


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

"Well it just might son. Hold on a second" Dad got up and went into the Den. I heard the closing of a cabinet or something. He came back into the kitchen with a DVD in his hand. "Rather than tell you I'll just let you read the cover of the latest DVD. It was released this past fall. That way you know I'm not putting you on."

Dad handed me the DVD. On the front was a shadow of a naked man with prison bars in front of him. The title read"

"Protector behind bars" starring: Trent Heath

I dropped the DVD on the table and looked up at him. He looked at me troubled. But all I could do was bust out laughing. In this fucked up world there are so many things that just make you go "HUH?" and this was one of them.

Part 10:

Trent's Monday

"I wonder what that text was all about from Heath" Trent thought as he sat in his last class. "It's not like him to be mysterious like that."

The text Trent received from Heath said: "Dude, give me ride home today, got something to share"

"I usually give him a ride home anyway, even if this will be to his Dad's house instead of his Mom's" Trent was going over everything in his head, "I hope it's working out with his Dad. He seems pretty cool, the few minutes I got to meet him anyway, and he's pretty fucking hot too." Trent felt himself chub up a bit in class and immediately got embarrased for no reason. No one could tell and no one knew what he was thinking.

After classes let out Trent found himself on the way to his car in the parking lot behind the school. He looked up and saw Heath leaning on his car looking off into space. He had been in love with his best friend for years but never said anything. He was happy for the limitied times they had been intimate. He didn't want to scare Heath off by telling him how he felt. Heath's friendship was so much more important. And since Trent had already basically come out to Heath and Heath hasn't ran away in disgust he felt pretty lucky.

"Hey bro what's going on?" Heath greeted Trent when he finally noticed him.

"You tell me man, whats all the mystery about?" Trent replied.

"Trent, you're not going to believe it man. I don't believe it myself even though I saw it with my own eyes. It's like spooky dude." Heath said as he got into the passenger seat. "By the way, my Dad said I could have a car soon, so I can give you rides too to make up for all the ones you gave me man."

"You don't owe me nothing Heath you know that."

"I know dude, but I wanted you to know that I would always be there for you the way you've been for me. You my bestie man. Always." Heath then held his fist out for a bump which Trent granted.

They didn't say much on the ride to the old plantation house that Heath now called home. It was strange for Trent to be taking Heath here. He at least didn't feel the anxiety that he felt when he used to go to Heath's Mom's house. That woman was looney and too judgemental for Trent's taste.

They pulled into the circular drive and Heath hopped out and unlocked the front door. "Come on in bud, my Dad said he wouldn't be home till after 6 but you can stay after that as well if you want." It was only 3:30 now.

Trent followed Heath through the large home till they got to a really nice looking den behind an awesome kitchen. The rest of the house looked old and dated but these two rooms were fresh and modern.

"Have a seat man an I'll get the DVD." Heath ran upstairs.

"DVD?" Trent thought. "What DVD?" Just as quickly as he thought that Heath was back and loading the DVD into the player. He than sat down on the other leather chair and held the remote and the DVD case.

"I guess you'll figure it out in a minute bud" and he pressed play on the remote.

Trent focused on the screen now.

"Ram it Hard productions presents" "A Michael Longhood Film" "Starring: Trent Heath in Protector Behind Bars"

"Trent Heath? That's funny dude. Where did you find this man?" Trent asked.

"Keep watching and you'll see man" Heath replied.

The scene started out outside of a prison showing guards and prisoners getting out of buses and stuff. Real grainy and stuff. Something obviously used from some prison training film or something.

Then all of a sudden you were inside a corridor showing two prison cells. Each cell had one guy in it. And then a guard showed up with another prisoner. He threw the new guy in with an somewhat older guy. The new prisoner looked like he was in his early twenties. The prisoner that was already in the cell looked to be about Heath's Dad's age.

"Wait a minute" Trent thought. "Oh my god, that is Heath's dad."

"Dude, does that dude look a lot like your Dad or what?" Trent said

"Dude. That is my Dad!"

"No way. He's in a porno. A gay porno???"

"Yea man. He's like totally out and everything. And totally cool. What do you think about that man?" Heath was watching his friend watch the film in total shock. In one way he got a kick out of it and in another he was afraid of his friends rejection.

The movie progress. The basic premise was that the old prisoner would protect the younger one for sexual favors. The younger one became submissive and the older one would fuck him often.

By the end of the movie Trent was obviously horned up. So was Heath. He wanted Trent to fuck him bad but didn't know how to tell him.

"So you horned up as I am man" Heath asked in a raspy voice.

"Oh yea man. I don't care if that is your Dad. He's fucking hot. Just like his son." Trent looked over to Heath as he said it.

"So you think I'm hot huh? Prove it."

"You sure Heath? I mean I know we've fooled around and stuff. And you know I'm pretty much gay. So, I mean, I really would love to get down with you but I don't want to fuck up our friendship."

Heath got up and walked over to Trent's chair and took Trent's head in both of his hands and then stuck his tongue down his throat. They made out for a few minutes and the Heath pulled back and said, "We've always been much more than friends Trent. I just needed time to figure that out. You want to fuck me or what?" Heath then felt the bulge in Trent's pants. It felts so hard and the heat coming off of it was amazing.

Heath dropped his shorts and pulled off his tee shirt and was naked in front of Trent in seconds. Trent stood up and followed. Heath walked over to the desk and got the lube that he knew his Dad kept there.

When he got back over to Trent he lubed up his cock and then put some lube up his own ass. He turned around and pushed his hole right up against the head of Trents cock. He knew it was going to hurt but there was no time like the present. He wanted this and he was going to take it.

In just a short time he got it in and got past the pain. He was now leaning over the desk and Trent was going in and out of him slowly. He now knew that he liked cock in his ass especially Trent's.

The pace started getting faster and a bit rougher. Heath was moaning in pleasure. He could feel the sweat dripping on his back from Trent wishing he could taste it.

"I'm gonna cum buddy" was all Trent could blurt out before flooding Heath's bowels with his cum. Just then Heath came on the desk.

Trent pulled out and Heath turned around and they made out for another few minutes. "I love you Trent" Heath said.

"I've always loved you Heath."


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67 Gay Erotic Stories from Blucollar

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Built Ford Tough, Part 2

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College Break

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College Break, Part 2

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College Break, Part 3

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Drop Out, Part 1

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Drop Out, Part 2

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Drop Out, Part 3

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Drop Out, Part 4

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Drop Out, Part 6

Drop Out Part 6

Enough Part 2

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Enough, Part 3

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Enough, Part 4

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Enough, Part 5

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Runaway

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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

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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

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Salisbury to San Diego, Part 3

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Search, Part 1

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Search, Part 2

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Search, Part 3

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Search, Part 4

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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

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Trailer Living, Part 1

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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

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Trailer Living, Part 5

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Trailer Living, Part 6

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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

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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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