Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 10:16:18 -0600
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Going Small Town 1-2

                      Going Small Town
                        By Jim Vance
                 Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance
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                             One
   I walked slowly up to the door of our apartment. Mom had
found out I was gay a few days earlier and she was furious.
I committed so many sins, she had trouble quoting all of
them to me. Her car was in the parking lot, parked next to a
U-Haul. That meant the screaming would start the minute I
opened the front door. I stood outside the door and wondered
if I should turn around and run away. Or maybe just end it
all.
   I unlocked the door and put my key back in my pocket. I
opened the door and put my backpack on the hall table.
   "David, come in the living room," my mom said. She
didn't yell it. That was good. Maybe.
   I walked into the living room and the handsomest man I
ever saw was sitting with Mom. He had dark brown hair and a
mustache. He stood.
   "David, this is your father."
   I stared at him. What was he doing in our apartment? Mom
hated him and I had never even spoken to him.
   He put his hand out, I guess to shake mine, but I hugged
him. `Please, God, have him take me away from here,' I
prayed.
   He hugged me back.
   "Jeff has agreed to take you."
   I looked up at him.
   "Really?" `Thank you, God! That was very quick!'
   He smiled. "Yes, really. Will that be OK with you?"
   "Sure. I'd choose prison over living here."
   "You see how he is? I raised him right, but he turned
out like this!"
   Jeff winked at me. I grinned up at him.
   "Where do you live?"
   "In Forest Grove. It's a small town south of here. You
may not have heard of it."
   "Anywhere at all is great!"
   He grinned at me.
   "I talked to your school," Mom said. "Since there is
only a week of school left, they are going to let you leave
now. Your grades are high enough that all the teachers
agreed to pass you now." I stared at her. I got to move and
miss a week of school!
   "Let's get your things together, David," Jeff said.
   I walked into my bedroom and Mom had already put my
things in boxes. That hurt. She didn't care in the slightest
whether I wanted to move. Surprise! I'm kicking you out! I
looked in the closet and all my clothes were gone. I assumed
she put them in the boxes.
   "Do you have a truck?" I asked.
   "The U-Haul is mine."
   "Oh."
   We started carrying boxes out to the truck. I didn't
have enough to fill a car, much less a truck. We both
laughed at my eight boxes in that huge truck.
   "I feel like a fool. I figured you would have a lot of
things. I didn't think that there wouldn't be furniture. We
could have fit these in my car."
   We went back inside and I went through my room to make
sure I hadn't forgotten anything. I never wanted to come
back. I saw my alarm clock, so I unplugged it and took it
with me.
   "Do you want this?" Jeff asked, holding a photo of Mom
and me.
   "No." Jeff put it down.
   I remembered my toothbrush and decided that we had
everything.
   We left and when we were outside, Jeff asked, "Are you
going to say goodbye to your mother?"
   I thought about it. "Do you think I should?" I asked
him.
   "Not really. She's a bitch."
   I started laughing and then he joined in.
   We got in the truck and I looked to see if she was
looking out the window. She didn't seem to be. She was
probably praying that she never had to look at me again. I
sighed and we took off. It was not the most comfortable
vehicle, but I was ecstatic to be leaving. I worried about
my father, though. He had never had anything to do with me.
It was hard to imagine he loved me. Of course, Mom didn't
either. He was nicer to me, anyway.
   "Your mother told me you are a fag." I closed my eyes. I
felt sick. "I'm sorry, but she makes me want to puke." I
opened my eyes. He was grinning at me.
   "Does it bother you?" I asked him.
   "No. I'm bisexual, as your mother knows."
   "You are? Why did she marry you? You're going to hell!"
I said.
   He laughed. "Your mother found religion after we
married."
   "Oh. Lucky me," I said. Jeff laughed.
   "Since I was a sinner, she wanted a divorce. That's why
your mother didn't allow me to contact you."
   "Oh!" I said. Then I asked, "Did you want to?"
   "Yes! David, if I had my way you would have lived with
me all along." I sighed. Things were going to be all right.
   "What do you do?" I asked him.
   "I'm a car salesman."
   "Oh. New or used?"
   "In Forest Grove, almost everyone is a little less
specialized. I sell both. Small town life may take some
adjusting on your part. I love it, though."
   "What about being gay in a small town?"
   "Well, that is another story. There are other gay men in
town. If you don't flaunt it, nobody bothers you. If you
walk down Main Street in drag, you can expect to get picked
on. But like I said, people don't bother you, otherwise."
   "Well, that's good to know."
   "Do people know you are bisexual?"
   "Some do. Maybe everyone. I dated another employee for a
little while four years ago. A guy, I mean."
   "Are you married?"
   "No. My one marriage was enough!" I laughed.
   "Are you dating?"
   "No. Not right now," he said. "Are you seeing anyone,
David?"
   "No. I'm thirteen. Besides, can you imagine what my mom
would say to one of my dates, if I had one?"
   Jeff laughed. "You're both going to hell! Don't stay out
late?"
   We both laughed.
   "Exactly."
   "Are you not dating because there is no one to date in
Forest Grove?"
   "Are you worried there will be no one to date when you
are older?"
   "Yes. I mean you are probably the handsomest man I have
ever seen. If you can't get a date, there's no hope at all
for me."
   Jeff looked at me a little odd. "You think I'm that good-
looking?" Oops, I thought. I really wished I could take it
back. I didn't want to insult him by saying I was joking. I
had no idea what to say. I never even spoke to the man
before today. I decided on the truth.
   "Yes. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'm sorry."
   "No. I'm very flattered. It's true there are not a lot
of available men in Forest Grove, but one reason I am not
seeing anyone is I have had bad luck with relationships."
   "How far away is Forest Grove?"
   "About six hours."
   "What do you like to do?" Jeff asked me after a while.
   I couldn't very well say I liked to look at porn on the
internet.
   "Are you going to miss your friends?" he asked.
   That was easy to answer. "No. I don't have any close
friends. Do you like selling cars?"
   "Yeah, I do."
   We sat in silence for a while.
   "I am really happy you will be living with me, David. I
want you to know that. It isn't a case of taking you only
because your mother asked."
   I smiled at him. "That's good to know."
   "I guess you have had a rough time with your mother. She
used to be nice."
   "She was nice to me until she found out I am gay."
   "How did she find out?" It was an embarrassing story,
but the truth worked when he asked about his appearance and
I thought maybe it would be best.
   "She caught me beating off to a picture a man sent me of
himself. You know, on the internet."
   "Oh, no! She must have gone crazy! Did she start quoting
the bible?"
   "Yes."
   "I am so sorry you went through that. Were you
communicating regularly with this man?"
   "Yes."
   "That is so dangerous, David. He could be lying about
everything. That might not have even been his picture. You
read about that all the time."
   "Dan isn't like that at all!"
   Jeff looked at me. "How old is Dan?"
   "Thirty five."
   "Thirty-five! He's older than me!"
   "What does that matter? And he wasn't lying. We beat off
together and-"
   "And what?"
   "Nothing."
   "Please tell me, David."
   "He promised to have sex with me."
   "Of course he promised that! Who wouldn't want to have
sex with you? Wait, I didn't mean that." Jeff turned red.
   "There aren't a lot of men who are willing to have sex
with a thirteen year old," I said.
   "Who told you that?"
   "What do you mean?"
   "I mean there are probably millions of men who would
happily have sex with a thirteen year old. Especially one
who is as good-looking as you are." Jeff thought I was good-
looking?
   "Anyway, Daddy is special and we love each other," I
said.
   "Daddy? Are we talking about Dan?"
   "I said Dan."
   "No, you didn't. You said Daddy." Oh shit. I called Dan
either Dad or Daddy and he called me Son.
   "It was a slip of the tongue," I said.
   "People don't turn purple over mispronouncing words. You
are purple. Please tell me the truth, David. Please." I
blush easily. I hate that.
   "We pretended he was my father. It was nice having one.
Sometimes Dan's brother joined us and I called him Uncle
Steve." I put my face in my hands.
   "What do you mean by joined us?"
   "Video messaging. We beat off together."
   "I can see you need me, David. You don't need your
mother screaming, you just need to know the risks you are
taking. Couldn't you find anyone your own age to beat off
with?"
   "Why would I want to do that when I could beat off with
Dad? I mean Dan."
   "I don't understand what you mean."
   "Dan has muscles, a hairy chest, and a big dick. What
would a thirteen year old have?" Jeff didn't say anything.
"Do you hate me?"
   "No! Of course not. I'm just worried."
   "Jeff, he promised to take my virginity. We were making
plans. He and his brother were going to come to town. We
were going to have a three-way. Spend a whole day having
sex. I really want to do it. Please!"
   Jeff slowed the truck and pulled over to the side of the
highway. He stopped the truck and turned it off. Then he
turned to me.
   "David, I know how horny I was when I was your age and I
guess I haven't changed that much, but what you are
describing is not safe for a lot of reasons. All you really
know about Dan is he wants to fuck you. What if either of
them has syphilis or HIV or herpes or hepatitis? What if Dan
rapes thirteen year olds for his hobby? Just because a
person says nice things does not mean he is nice. Just
because a person seems concerned does not mean he is
concerned. Men will say anything to get sex. It is just how
most of us are, and it is very, very easy to say `I have no
diseases'. I am not saying Dan is a bad person. I am saying
he could be a bad person. It's risky and it's possibly very
risky. It could even be fatal. The chances of Dan and his
brother hurting you could be low, but by the time they have
their hands on you, it will be too late. What could you do
against one man, let alone two? The chances of winning the
lottery are extremely low, but people win. And when people
do risky things, sometimes they lose. Do you understand?"
   "I suppose."
   "Did he at least say he would use a condom?"
   "He said only people with diseases needed to use them."
   Jeff shook his head. "I shudder to think how many people
that man has had sex with."
    Do you think I will be able to find a man in Forest
Grove?"
   "How about a sixteen year old?"
   "Do you know one? Does he have a hairy chest?"
   "I meant a sixteen year old would be better than an
adult."
   "Oh."
   "You like hairy men, huh?" I looked at Jeff. His arms
were covered with dark brown hair. I couldn't wait to see
his chest.
   "Yes. Men who are smooth don't do anything for me at
all."
   Jeff started up the truck and we continued on our way.
   "Let me know when you want to stop for dinner," he said.
   "OK."
   We sat in silence for a while. Every once in a while, he
would look at me.
   "What are you thinking?" I asked him. "Are you angry?"
   "No. Not at all. I.What did you and Dan do? Just beat
off in front of the computer? I'm not asking because I'm
condemning you. I'm just curious."
   "Usually. Do you want details?"
   "Yes."
   "Everything?"
   "Yes, I'm very curious. I'm not going to judge you."
   "We would talk dirty to each other and tell each other
what we wanted to do to each other. Once he jacked off and
made his cum hit the camera. It was like it was about to hit
my face. I recorded it. In slow-motion it looks really
cool." Jeff moaned. "Am I telling you too much?"
   "No. Please go on."
   "He fucked Steve once to show me what it was like. Once
he came all over Steve's face and they told me how much they
wished I was there to lick it all off. He wiped his cum into
Uncle Steve's mouth and I came without touching myself when
I saw him do that. He liked to look at my asshole and I
would pull my legs up to show it while he would describe
what he would do when we finally got together. He would show
me his asshole and he told me how much he likes to get
rimmed."
   I looked down and Jeff was hard. I gulped. A hairy-
chested man with a big, hard dick was two feet away from me.
Why did he have to be my father? How unlucky was that?
   "What else?"
   "You aren't going to get mad at me, are you?"
   "No. Horny, but definitely not angry."
   "He would come on his chest and belly and then show me
close-ups of the sperm resting on the hair. While I stroked
myself, he would tell me how much he wanted me to lick it
off him."
   "Would you have done that, David?"
   "Oh, yeah." Jeff moaned. I worked up my courage for a
minute. "Jeff, your dick is hard. Can I see it?"
   I have never seen a man act so fast. He let go of the
steering wheel and I grabbed it as he undid his pants and
pulled out the prettiest uncut cock I had ever seen. He
grabbed the steering wheel.
   "It's beautiful."
   "As nice as Dan's?"
   "Much nicer."
   I undid my seat belt and scooted over. I thought about
touching it, but I wanted to taste it. I leaned over and
took him in my mouth. He came the instant my lips wrapped
around it. I was surprised by how warm his semen was. His
cum shot across my tongue. It felt weird hitting the back of
my throat over and over. I swallowed every spurt. It tasted
odd, but I didn't care. Jeff started rubbing my back as the
spurts slowed. Finally they stopped, but he stayed hard. I
didn't know what would happen, but I didn't want to stop and
he didn't stop me. I started sucking, at least I hoped I was
sucking him. I never did it before, but Steve showed me how
it was done on Dan. I tried to avoid scraping his dick with
my teeth. He stroked my head while I sucked him. A few
minutes later he came again. I swallowed it, too. His cock
got softer and I sat up.
   "You don't need Dan, David."
   "Who is that?" I asked him, grinning.
   "I can't believe we did that," Jeff said.
   "It was great! At least I thought so," I said.
   Jeff grinned at me.
   "We should call your mother when we stop for dinner. You
can tell her you sucked my cock." Jeff had a mischievous
grin on his face.
   "Twice!" We both laughed.
   Jeff left his cock out and I kept looking at it.
   "I can tell you like it."
   "I love it, Jeff. Will you take my virginity?" I looked
up at him.
   "Hmm."
   "You could keep me from catching anything from a
stranger. Ever!"
   Jeff smiled at me and shook his head.
   "So for your own good, I should fuck you?"
   "Yes, Dad." He laughed.
   "It's true, though. If you care about my health, you
should definitely fuck me."
   I leaned against him and he put his arm around me.
   "Do you feel strange about what happened?" Jeff asked
me.
   "No, Jeff. Just happy. I don't really think of you as my
father. You are the handsome, sexy man I just met. I'm very,
very happy."
   Jeff sighed. It didn't sound like an unhappy sigh and
his cock was still out. I began wondering whether he wanted
me to look at it. I rubbed a finger over it, and it
stiffened.
   "How about you?" I asked him.
   "I know I should feel guilty, but I don't. Not even a
little. I'm very happy, too." We sat there, with me leaning
against him. I looked down at his cock. It was inches away
from me and I was free to look at it all I wanted.
   "Do you think you will feel guilty later?" I asked him.
   "No. It sounds like we both enjoyed it. I think it's
much better for you to have sex with me than with a
stranger. I know very few people would agree with me, but
that is how I see it. Some of those things, like rimming are
very risky. You won't catch anything from me."
   "Do you think you will ever want to fuck me?"
   Jeff looked at me. "Definitely, if you want me to. I
love fucking, and I would especially enjoy fucking you."
   I sighed. I was very happy.
   "I just realized something."
   "What?" Jeff asked.
   "This is the happiest day of my life!"
   "Really?"
   "Yes. Can I ask you something?"
   "You just sucked my cock twice. Why would I mind?"
   "Were you jealous of Dan? It sounded a little like you
were." Jeff sighed.
   "Yes. I think I was. No. I'm sure I was."
   "Well, I never plan to speak to him again."
   "Good."
   "I'll delete the videos, too."
   "You don't have to do that if you don't want to."
   "I would much rather look at your cock, even soft."
   "You would?"
   "Yes, absolutely."
   I reached for it and it stiffened completely when I
touched it. I leaned down and kissed the head. Jeff moaned.
I pulled the foreskin back and licked the head.
   "Oh, baby," he said. He began stroking my hair again. I
wrapped my hand around it and began sucking on the head. I
started stroking the shaft.
   "Yes, baby. That's the way to make me come," he said to
me.
   I had been sucking for a while when he sighed and his
cum spurted into my mouth again. There wasn't a lot, which
was disappointing, but he had already come twice. His cock
softened as I swallowed. I put it back in his pants and
zipped them up. I looked at Jeff and he was grinning at me.
   "Mom taught me to put away my toys when I was through
playing with them."
   Jeff laughed for a long time.
   I rubbed Jeff's crotch.
   "He's asleep."
   "Maybe I can wake him up later," I said, grinning.
   "I am absolutely certain that you will be able to do
that. I will remind you if you forget."
   "Will you let me do that whenever I want, suck you, I
mean?" I asked. Jeff looked at me.
   "Do you want to do it all the time?"
   "Yes."
   "Oh, baby! Yes! As often as you like."
   "Do you have a house?"
   "An apartment. It's just a one bedroom. I was going to
sleep on the sofa and give you the bed," Jeff said.
   "Can't we both sleep in the bed? I mean, unless you have
dates over."
   "Do you want to sleep together, David?"
   "Yes."
   "Then we will. I haven't had a date in the two years
that I've lived there." I smiled at him.
   Jeff laughed. "Now why would my not having dates make
you smile like I just made your day? Are you jealous?"
   "Yes. I know I shouldn't be."
   "It's all right. I don't mind a bit. I have no plans to
date, especially if you are in my bed. Let's face it, if you
are sucking me all the time and I am fucking you, when would
I have time for a date? I would have to stop having sex with
someone I love to go on a date with someone I barely know!"
I smiled even bigger and Jeff laughed.
   We stopped for dinner. Jeff told me about his job. We
talked about school. He hadn't gone to school in Forest
Grove. He moved there after he divorced Mom.
   He reached across the table and put his hand on mine. He
squeezed it gently, and I fell in love. It was wonderful!
   I asked him what he liked to do for fun and it was the
exact same thing I liked to do: jack off over internet
pictures.
   "I think it is best if you start calling me Dad."
   "That's fine. It does make more sense."
   I looked around and no one was near us.
   "You are so handsome, Dad."
   "You are very attractive, too. You look a lot like.never
mind. I will show you when we get home."
   While we ate, I knew I was head over heels in love with
my father. I watched him and waited for him to smile again.
When he did, I felt ten feet tall.
   We got back in the truck and headed on our way.
   "We should get home around ten."
   "I don't have school tomorrow!"
   "I know."
   "While you are at work, I can unpack everything."
   "I'm not working tomorrow. I took today and tomorrow
off."
   "That's great!"
   "We can get an early start and I'll show you around town
and where I work." I smiled at him. It sounded wonderful.
Then I realized anything would be wonderful with him.
Standing in line at the post office with him would be a fine
way to spend time.
   "My apartment was fine for just me. We can look at two
bedroom apartments or even houses, if you like. The second
bedroom could be yours, if you want one, or we could use it
for an office or entertainment room."
   "That sounds nice. I've always wanted to live in a
house, but I guess it will be more expensive for me to live
with you."
   "Actually, it won't. I won't be paying all that child
support."
   I stared at him. "You were paying child support?"
   "Yes, of course! You didn't know?"
   "No. Mom never mentioned it."
   "That bitch!"
   "Tell me about it!"
   "I assumed you didn't want anything to do with me."
   "David, that has never been the case. I didn't fight for
custody because your mom threatened to bring my sexual
history to light, and some of it wasn't pretty. I had sex
with a sixteen year old before I met her, and I was stupid
enough to tell her. I didn't want to go through a nasty
custody battle."
   "I wonder if she gave that money to the church," I said.
   "I don't want to think about it. I will just get mad."
   We sat there for a while. The scenery was getting nice.
There were lots of pine trees.
   "Do you like women more than men? I don't really
understand much about bisexuality."
   "Well, for me, anyway, I fall for the person. It could
be either a woman or a man. I met your mother. I liked her,
then loved her. The sex was very enjoyable. When I've met
men I liked, the sex was enjoyable, too."
   "Oh. It wouldn't matter how much I liked a woman, I
don't think."
   "That's fine. Almost everyone is like that. They like
only one sex."
   We sat in silence. Dad took my hand and held it. I
smiled at him and he smiled back.
   "Your mother said you were uncooperative and obstinate."
I stared at him. "I'm glad you don't have to put up with her
anymore. She used to be so different."
   "I didn't want to go to church all the time. That must
be what she meant."
   Dad nodded. "Probably. I'm sure it had something to do
with religion. She goes on and on. She tried to convert me
before you got home. I told her I wasn't an atheist and
didn't need to be converted. She said she hated to think of
me suffering in agony for all of eternity."
   "Oh, lord!"
   "I told her not to think about it." I laughed and he
joined in.
   I reached over and felt Dad's crotch.
   "It's nice to have someone interested again."
   "I think I flew past interested all the way to
obsessed," I told him.
   He chuckled and let me keep groping him.
   "I want to see your chest. You are hairy, right?"
   "Oh, yeah. But I would have to take off my shirt and my
undershirt. Let's wait until we get home."
   "I can't wait to run my hands all over you. It's what I
wanted, you know, with."
   "That old fart?" Dad suggested.
   I grinned at him.
   "What's your favorite thing, sexually, Dad?"
   "Probably getting my cock sucked."
   "Really?"
   "Yes. I enjoy fucking, too."
   "Wow!"
   "Why do you say that?" he asked.
   "My favorite thing is sucking your cock. How perfect is
that?"
   "Pretty damn perfect. But I thought you wanted me to
fuck you."
   "Well, I do, but I have a feeling I will enjoy sucking
more."
   "It's possible."
   "Fucking sounds messy."
   "It can be."
   I unzipped his pants and carefully pulled his cock out.
It was stiff again.
   "We should go on long car trips all the time!" I said.
Dad laughed and then kept laughing for a while.
   "They are a lot of fun, aren't they Davey?"
   His cock was in my mouth again by then, so I didn't
answer. After a few minutes, he said, "Let's save it for
when we get home." I sat up. "After all, if we are going to
be in the same bed, I want to have a little fun there." I
grinned at him.
   "That sounds great!"
   Dad laughed after a minute.
   "What is it?"
   "I was afraid we would have nothing in common. Or that
you would hate me."
   "So getting your cock sucked several times wasn't part
of your plan?" I asked, laughing.
   "No. It was a terrible plan. Yours is much better!"
   We both laughed.
   It was getting dark and I yawned.
   "We've got about an hour left. If you want to sleep, you
can lean your head on me."
   I leaned on him, but I was too excited to sleep. My life
was going to be very different, but in good ways.
   "Davey. Do you mind if I call you that? It's what I
called you when you were a baby."
   "It's find, Dad. You could call me Henry and I would be
happy."
   "Well, Davey. It sounds like you want a sexual
relationship with me."
   "I do."
   "And that is fine. But if you ever want to stop, don't
worry that I will be angry or hurt. You may fall in love
with someone your own age, and I don't want you to feel
guilty. I will still love you. OK?"
   "Thanks, Dad."
   "You're welcome. I love you, Davey."
   "I love you, Dad."
   "We are almost there, buddy."
   "Good!"
   I leaned my head on my dad's shoulder and thought about
what tomorrow would bring.
   I woke up when Dad said, "We're here, baby." I sat up
and smiled at him. I liked being called baby by him. I would
have hated it from anyone else.
   I got out of the truck and waited while Dad opened the
back. We each got a box and I followed him to my new home.
It was on the ground floor, which was nice. It was also next
to the swimming pool.
   As soon as we were inside, we put the boxes down.
   "Can I kiss you, baby?"
   "Yes, Dad!" He kissed me on the top of the head.
   "Oh! You should see your face!" he said, laughing.
   "I was hoping the kiss would be different."
   "Oh. On the cheek?"
   "Yeah, right"
   "Let's get the rest of your stuff."
   We got all the boxes inside. Dad locked up the truck and
we went inside.
   Dad pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth.
I felt his tongue on my lips, so I opened my mouth. His
tongue went inside and I had my first romantic kiss. While
his tongue explored the inside of my mouth, I felt his hand
on my crotch. I moaned when he squeezed my cock.
   He pulled away. "Let me show you the apartment." I
smiled and nodded.
   We walked around. It was small, but nice. The furniture
looked new. When we went into the bedroom, I looked at the
bed and grinned.
   "I want to show you something," he said. We walked to
his computer. He opened a picture of a naked guy who looked
a lot like me. He looked like he was eighteen or so.
   "Wow! He could be my brother!"
   "I know," Dad said. "I want you to know that I must have
beat off a hundred times looking at him."
   "Really?"
   "Yes. I think you are very sexy, baby."
   "I think you are very sexy, Dad."
   "Let's get a shower. Then we can spend a while getting
acquainted with each other's bodies before we got to sleep."
   "That sounds wonderful!"
   We got undressed and Dad grinned as he pulled off his
shirt. When Dad pulled off his undershirt, I moaned. Dad
chuckled.
   "Do you like the way your dad looks?"
   I walked up and ran my hands over his hairy chest. He
pressed his mouth to mine and we kissed again. He stopped to
pull my underwear down. He took my dick in his hand.
   "It's very nice. I am going to give you your first of
many blowjobs."
   "You are?"
   "Oh, yes. I plan to pay a lot of attention to your
cock." I grinned.
   Once we were both naked, I felt Dad's chest. I pulled
lightly on one of his nipples
   "I love having your hands on me, baby."
   "I love it, too."
   Dad took my hand and we went into the bathroom. He
turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. We got in
and I watched the dark hair on Dad's body stick against his
skin. It showed how muscular he was. Dad pulled me into his
arms and kissed me again. Being in his arms and under the
warm water was very, very nice.
   "I'll wash you and then you can wash me," Dad said. I
grinned.
   Dad washed me thoroughly. When he got to my ass, he
stood up and kissed me while he pushed a soapy finger into
my hole. I moaned as we kissed. Then he pulled his finger
out.
   "I'm not going to fuck you until tomorrow. I want us
both to be well rested." I sighed and Dad laughed.
   I washed him and as you can probably imagine, it was
great rubbing my hands all over him. We stopped twice to
kiss before we rinsed and turned off the water. Dad got a
towel and dried me before drying himself with another towel.
   We left the bathroom.
   "Do you have a bathrobe, baby?"
   "Yes, but I don't know which box it is in."
   "Let's wait until tomorrow to unpack everything," Dad
said.
   "Get on the bed, baby." I smiled at Dad and did that. He
got between my legs and licked my cock. I groaned. It was
the most incredible feeling. Then he swallowed my cock and
it was even better.
   "I'm close, Dad!"
   Dad pulled off and pushed my legs up. He began rimming
me and I understood why Dan loved it. I moaned and my dick
started dripping onto my stomach. After licking my hole for
a few minutes, Dad said, "This time tomorrow, this cute
little hole will have been stretched by my cock."
   "Oh, god, Dad, I want that!"
   "You are going to get it."
   "Dad, I want to do all the things Dan described with
you. Can we?"
   "Of course, baby. I've been planning that since you
sucked me. I can't wait to watch you lick my cum off me."
   Dad began sucking my cock again and I came quickly. He
swallowed all my cum and kept sucking. Now I knew how
wonderful it felt. I was glad I could give my dad so much
pleasure. He pushed a finger inside me while he sucked me
and I came a second time in his mouth.
   Dad got up on the bed next to me.
   "Davey, are you sure that you aren't going to feel bad
about having a sexual relationship with me?"
   "I really want it, Dad."
   "It's just that you have spent so much time with your
mother. I don't want you to hate me for getting you into an
incestuous relationship."
   "Dad, I started it, not you. So technically, I got you
into an incestuous relationship. I corrupted my own father."
   "That's true. I was never corrupt before." We laughed.
   "To be honest, I've been worrying about you changing
your mind, Dad. I pretended Dan was my father. It was
exciting. Having sex with my real father excites me even
more. If I had my way, we would never stop having sex
together." Dad grinned at me.
   "There is an old saying, be careful what you wish for."
   "I want you to be my lover, carefully."
   Dad chuckled.
   My dad lay down on his back. "Am I hairy enough?" I
reached over and ran my hand over his chest.
   "Oh, yes."
   "You like that hair?"
   "I love it. It makes you seem so masculine."
   I felt the muscles on his stomach and looked at his
cock. It was absolutely perfect. I was fascinated my uncut
cocks, since I am circumcised. I pulled the foreskin back to
reveal the pink head. I leaned forward and kissed it. I felt
the three veins that ran along its length. I stroked it a
few times and felt how loose the skin was on it. I picked up
and held Dad's balls. Dan said he liked to have his sucked,
so I took one in my mouth. I couldn't get both in my mouth
at the same time. Maybe when I was bigger, I would be able
to do that. Dad groaned as I sucked gently. While I sucked,
I could tell Dad was stroking himself. I switched to the
other ball and sucked it for a while.
   "Do you want me to rim you, Dad?"
   "Only if you really want to."
   "I really want to do everything with you." Dad grinned
at me.
   "You aren't fucking me, Davey."
   "I didn't mean that! I'm a bottom!"
   Dad smiled. "Dan taught you that?"
   "Yes."
   "I am beginning to think I owe Dan a lot. He trained you
without touching you. He left that for me."
   "I'm glad. I want you to be my only lover."
   "Baby, don't say that. It makes me feel like I am
keeping you from living. Your whole life is ahead of you.
You will probably fall in love with someone your own age. I
told you before that that is fine. Besides, you wanted to
have a three-way. If you still want that, it's fine with me.
It might be fun. I won't stop loving you no matter who you
have sex with. And it won't affect our relationship unless
you want it to. If our sexual relationship ends, I will
still love you."
   "Do you want me to fall in love with someone my age?"
   Dad looked at me. He looked thoughtful. "I should, but
I'm too selfish, I guess. I want you to be mine always. But
I will definitely understand if you want to experiment. I
won't hold it against you. Besides, how will you know what a
fantastic lover I am if you never have sex with anyone else?
But I don't want it to be with Dan. He has very poor
judgment. If someone fucks you, they better be wearing a
condom, or I will hunt them down and kill them." I stared at
him. "I mean that. No one is risking your life just so they
can avoid wearing a condom." I smiled at Dad. I was very,
very lucky.
   "I love you, Dad!"
   "I love you. And I have loved you for longer, baby."
   Dad rolled over on his stomach and I admired his
backside. He had some hair on his back. I ran my hands over
his back. Then I admired his muscular, hairy butt. I pulled
his cheeks apart and looked at his hole. I liked it better
than Dan's hole, maybe because it was my father's. I leaned
forward and licked it. Dad moaned. I licked it some more and
realized Dan was right, it was just like licking skin. I
began licking over and over and Dad pushed his butt up and
moaned continuously. I began stabbing at it with me tongue.
Dan told me he wanted to feel my tongue inside him and I
wanted to do that to Dad. Dad's moans made me feel
wonderful. I loved the fact that I was giving my dad so much
pleasure. I still hadn't gotten my tongue inside him when
Dad flipped over onto his back. I went back to exploring
Dad's body. I ran my fingers through his thick, long pubic
hair. Dan and Steve had trimmed theirs very short. I liked
Dad's much better. After that, I moved to his nipples. I
chewed on one lightly, the way Dan said he liked. Dad moaned
again. I moved to the other one. Dad pulled my face to his
and we kissed again.
   "Let's finish this and go to sleep. We have a big day
ahead of us tomorrow," Dad said.
   I got between his legs and pulled his cock up. I looked
at him while I took him in my mouth. I watched him while I
sucked the first couple of inches of his cock and I stroked
the rest with one hand.
   "You are so beautiful and so very sexy, Davey." I was
happy to hear it, but I wanted to make Dad come. I wrapped
my other hand around his balls.
   "You've got me close, baby! Do you want my cum in your
mouth, son?" I moaned loudly. It was so much better when Dad
called me son than when Dan did. "I think you do. I think I
will come in your mouth all the time." I moaned and Dad
sighed as his cum shot into my mouth again. I wished there
was more, but there would be more tomorrow. As I swallowed
his warm spunk, I realized he wouldn't be shooting many big
loads into my mouth if I sucked him several times a day.
That was OK, though. I wanted to make him come often.
   Dad's cock softened and he sucked me once more. I
thought could get addicted to having my dick sucked. It was
wonderful. I understood why Dad said it was probably his
favorite sex act. After I came, Dad got up to turn off the
lights. He came back into the bedroom, turned off the light
and got into bed. I climbed under the covers. Dad pulled me
close. I was facing him. He kissed me. It made my dick hard
again and he laughed when he felt it on his leg.
   "Do you know, Davey, I came more times with you today
than I did with your mother the day we married on our
honeymoon."
   "Does that make this sort of our honeymoon?" I asked.
   "I guess it does. I love you and we are a couple." I
sighed, happily.
   Dad kissed the back of my head. "Good night, my love."
   "Good night."
   "Turn over, baby." I flipped onto my other side and Dad
pulled me tightly to him. I lay there snuggled up to Dad
with his arms around me. I said a little prayer of thanks. I
knew Mom wouldn't approve, but at least I was praying.


                             Two
   I woke when Dad got back into bed. I rolled over and
smiled at him.
   "It's seven-thirty. We can go back to sleep or get up,"
he said.
   "I'm awake."
   Dad kissed me. He had brushed his teeth and tasted
minty.
   "Do you want to go out for breakfast?"
   "Sure," I said. "Do we have to go to a restaurant that
is on Mom's approved list?"
   "Who?" he asked. I laughed.
   "You know, the person on your first honeymoon."
   "Oh, her. No. We will try to do the opposite of what she
would want. You know, like sucking my cock right after you
met me." I closed my eyes. I was embarrassed. "I didn't mean
that as criticism. I approve and I loved it!"
   "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
   "I bet I did. And I will tell you something. I got hard
when I first saw you."
   "Really?"
   "Yes. Then you hugged me. My cock started leaking. I
wanted to French-kiss you in front of your mother." I
laughed.
   "When you said you wanted to see my cock, I thought I
died and went to heaven." I laughed again.
   "Davey, I love you and I think you are wonderful. I am
not at all like your mother. I think if we love each other
and want to have non-stop sex, it's no one's business but
our own. I am very glad we are going to have a sexual
relationship. It means we will both get a lot of sex with
someone we love." I nodded. "I just want you to know that
this is something I want as much as you." I smiled at Dad.
   "Here is what I thought we would do, but if you want to
do something else, we can. First we go to the diner for
breakfast. Then I will show you some of the town. After
that, I will show you where I work. We can come back here
for sex." I grinned. "After that, we will unpack your
things. Do you have a cellphone?"
   "No."
   "We will get you one." I grinned.
   "Do you have the videos with Dan saved on your
computer?"
   "Yes. I will delete them."
   "You don't have to. I would like to see them."
   "OK. Really?"
   Dad grinned. "I want to watch him come all over his
brother's face. That sounds pretty hot. Incest makes my cock
hard." I reached down and wrapped my hand around it.
   "Maybe you could come all over my face," I suggested.
   "If you would enjoy it, I would love to do that."
   "I am sure I would enjoy it. Will you wipe your cum into
my mouth like Dan did?"
   "I know how you love it. I would hate to waste it!"
   "Oh, I agree completely!"
   We got up and I brushed my teeth. I found a t-shirt and
a pair of shorts in a couple of my boxes. I put on a pair of
sandals and I was ready. We left the apartment and Dad
locked the door behind us.
   "How will we take the U-Haul back?"
   "You will see."
   We got in it and drove a couple of blocks away. We left
it off there.
   We walked back to the apartment and got in Dad's car. He
drove us to the diner. I looked out the window. There were
lots of big trees, which was nice. There was no one around,
so I felt Dad's crotch. He grew stiff immediately.
   "I love the fact that I can make you hard, Dad."
   "Yes. And you know how to make me soft, too." I laughed.
   "Do we have time? From what I remember, it took a while
to make you soft!" We both laughed.
   "It may have taken a while, but it sure was fun!" Dad
said.
   "It's my new hobby," I told him.
   "Every boy should have a hobby."
   "Every boy should have a father like you," I said as I
felt his cock through his pants. A truck was pulling
alongside us, so I let go of Dad's cock.
   "This is the town square," Dad said.
   He found a parking spot and we got out of the car. We
walked about a block to a diner.
   "Morning, Jeff," a waitress said.
   "Good morning, Louise. This is my son David. He will be
living with me now."
   "Welcome to Forest Grove, David," she said, smiling.
   "Thank you. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Morgan." That is
what it said on her name badge. She smiled and sat us at a
booth.
   "I will have a coffee," Dad said. "What do you want to
drink, Davey?"
   "Can I have a coffee?"
   "Sure."
   "Two coffees and two waters, Louise." She walked off.
   I looked at the menu.
   "I guess I will get the breakfast special," I said.
   "Me, too."
   Louise brought our drinks and we ordered.
   "Where do you work, Dad?"
   "The dealership is on the highway. It is a couple of
miles from here."
   We sat there and I heard someone whisper, "Such a polite
young man," I wondered who they were talking about. Then I
heard a voice say, "I heard his mother is a real nut." I
guessed they were talking about me!
   I looked at Dad and he was grinning at me. I fixed my
coffee and sipped it.
   A good looking policeman walked into the diner. He
ordered a coffee to go. He stopped at our table on the way
out.
   "Hi, Jeff. Is this your son?"
   "Yes, this is David. David, this is Officer Dean."
   "You can call me Officer Dan like everyone else, David.
Dan is my first name."
   I smiled at him. "Thank you." He had light brown hair
that was thinning on top. He had a nice mustache. His arms
were hairy and the hair was a little darker than the hair on
his head. He had a big bulge in his pants, too. I tried not
to stare at it, even though I wanted to.
   "How do you like Forest Grove so far, David?" he asked
me.
   "We got here late last night and this is the first place
we've been. I like all the pine trees. I'm sure I will be
happy here." With my handsome dad.
   "You should take David to see Lawson Falls."
   "I plan to," Dad said.
   "Is Doris still in jail?"
   "Oh, yeah. Her trial is next week. She keeps going on
about how unfair it is."
   Dad shook his head.
   "She keyed my boss' car," Dad said to me.
   "I best be on my way. Bye, David."
   "It was nice meeting you, Officer Dan." He smiled and
walked off.
   "She keyed a brand new Cadillac the entire length of the
car, just down the street," he said.
   "Why did she do it?" I asked.
   "She was in love with my boss and he married someone
else a few days ago. Everyone knew he couldn't stand her.
Speak of the devil!"
   "What is it?"
   "It's my boss and his stepson."
   A very handsome man and a good looking boy around my age
stopped next to our table.
   "Hey, Ed. This is my son, David."
   The man grinned at me. "Hello, David. Welcome to Forest
Grove. This is my stepson, Tom."
   "Hi, David," the boy said to me. "How long have you been
here?"
   "Just since last night. I moved in with my dad. I used
to live with my mom."
   "Well, her loss is our gain," Ed said to me. I smiled at
him.
   "After we eat, we are going bicycle shopping. Do you
care to join us?" Ed asked my dad.
   He looked at me. "Sure, why not?" I said.
   "Do you want to sit with us?" Dad asked. I had mixed
feelings about that. The man seemed nice, and it would be
good to make a friend my age, but I also wanted to be alone
with Dad. Of course, I would be with him all the time, now.
   "Tom?" Ed asked.
   "Sure."
   I scooted over and Tom sat next to me.
   "I'm fourteen," he said.
   "I'm thirteen. I'll be fourteen in two months."
   "I guess we will be in the same class," Tom said.
   "Are you going to miss your mom?" Tom asked.
   "No. She is very religious and we didn't get along. She
told me I was going to hell several times a day. I will be
much happier here with Dad, I am sure."
   "You'll go to hell less often, anyway," Dad said. We all
laughed.
   "Dad said your mom just married Ed," I said to Tom.
   "Yes, they got married Sunday."
   "I am going to take David to the dealership later," Dad
told Ed.
   "That's fine. Tom and I are going to be stopping by for
a few minutes, too."
   "What kind of cars do you sell?"
   "GM. We sell Chevys, Buicks, and Cadillacs."
   "And you drive a Ford?" I asked Dad.
   "Tell me about it!" Ed said.
   My dad laughed. "I got the car for free when my dad
died."
   "I had a grandfather?" I looked down. He was dead and I
never even met him.
   "I am sorry, David," Dad said.
   "It's not your fault, it's Mom's. My mom didn't allow my
dad to speak to me. I thought he didn't want to have
anything to do with me. She kept him from speaking to me."
   "You are better off away from her," Ed said.
   "I think so, too."
   "David didn't even know I have been paying child support
his entire life." Ed shook his head.
   "So, did you leave a girlfriend behind?" Ed asked. I
could feel myself blushing and hoped no one noticed. Ed
stared at me.
   "No. No girlfriend," I said.
   "Ed, can I speak to you outside?"
   "Sure, Jeff."
   They got up and walked out of the caf‚.
   "So did that mean you don't ever want a girlfriend?" Tom
whispered.
   I looked at him. He was grinning, so I figured it didn't
bother him. I nodded.
   "I won't have a girlfriend, either," Tom whispered to
me.
   "Really?"
   He shook his head.
   "Are there others here?" I asked, softly. Tom looked
around to see if anyone was listening.
   "Quite a few. There's Jack at the meat market, Officer
Dan."
   "Really? He just left."
   "He rubbed his dick against me in the police station."
   "Wow!"
   "Shh!"
   "Oops!" I whispered.
   "Does your Dad know?" Tom asked me.
   "Yes. It's why my mom kicked me out."
   "Oh, I am sorry."
   "It's fine. I was considering running away from home.
This is much better." Tom nodded.
   "Do you get along well with your stepdad?" I asked.
   "Oh, yeah! He's kind of my best friend, too."
   "That's nice. That's exactly how my dad is." Tom looked
at me, surprised. Then he grinned. I figured he was
surprised because I just met Dad yesterday.
   Dad and Ed came back in. They were both smiling.
   "David, you and your Dad are going to have the whole
week to get settled here in Forest Grove. He's going to go
back to work on Monday."
   "That's great, Dad!"
   "I know! Thank you, Ed."
   "It's not a problem. This will give you and your Dad a
chance to become really close." I felt myself blushing
again. I closed my eyes and thought of Leviticus. Of
hellfire and damnation. I could feel my skin tingling from
the blush. It was the king of the blushes! I wanted to die!
Crawl under the table and die!
   I opened my eyes and they were all looking at me. Ed had
this sort of half-grin, smirk on his face. I felt sick.
   "Think nothing of it, David," Ed said. He seemed to mean
it, which surprised me.
   "Don't let it bother you," Tom whispered. "There's more
of that than you would think."
   I stared at him and he grinned at me. I smiled at him
and then at Dad and Ed. Dad didn't seem mad, just confused.
   The waitress brought our food and I began eating. I
looked at Ed and smiled. He nodded to me with a friendly
smile. I decided I loved Forest Grove!
   Ed and Tom got their food as we were finishing ours.
   "What are you two planning to do today?" Ed asked. I
thought of hellfire and my mother and I'm pretty sure I
didn't blush.
   "We are going to walk around the square. I want to get
David a cellphone. Then we are going to unpack his things. I
also want to look at houses. My apartment is too small for
two people."
   "The old Henderson place is for sale," Ed said.
   "Where is it?" Dad asked.
   "It's next to my house, Jeff."
   "I couldn't afford that."
   "It's small. Two or maybe three bedrooms. I doubt it is
going for much. It's been on the market close to three
years. I imagine you could cut quite a deal."
   Dad looked at me and I grinned.
   "Do you want to go see it?" Dad asked me.
   "Sure!"
   We sat and talked. Tom told me about the school and the
teachers.
   "Do you fish?" Tom asked me.
   "No. I never have."
   "Maybe we could all go fishing together," Ed suggested.
   "I would love that!" I said.
   Dad smiled at me.
   "What kind of phone are you going to get?" Tom asked me.
   "I don't know. I don't know anything about them."
   He pulled his out of his pocket and showed it to me. His
stepfather's face was the background picture.
   "I want my dad's picture on mine." I said to Tom. He
grinned at me.
   Tom told me about it and showed me some of the things it
could do.
   "That is so cool!" I said.
   We sat and I realized I already had friends. I had
something in common with Tom and I could talk to someone
besides Dad. Ed kept trying to include me in the
conversation. I was happy.
   "You look very happy," Dad said.
   "I am. I feel like a heavy weight has been lifted off
me. I.Oh, never mind."
   "What is it, David?" Dad asked.
   I sighed. "I had been thinking of killing myself."
   "Oh, David," Tom said.
   Dad shook his head. "I had no idea."
   "Living with Mom was hell. She kept telling me I was
going there and I knew I was already there. She would say
things like, `You disgust me. I can't look at you' or `I
can't believe I gave birth to something like you'. She would
pray out-loud for God to take me and I was just about ready
to help him do it." They were all staring at me and I felt
like crawling under the table again. I looked at Tom and he
had tears in his eyes. So did Dad.
   "Your own mother?" Tom asked. I nodded.
   "Well, none of us feel that way," Ed said. I smiled at
him.
   "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I just feel
so much happier."
   "That's all right. It reminds me how much I have to be
grateful for," Tom said.
   They finished eating and we left. We walked to a small
department store and looked at bikes. Tom saw one he liked
right away.
   "Would you like to have one?" Dad asked. I shook my
head. I blushed. I had to learn how to stop doing that. Ed
was staring at me. Good lord! That man didn't miss a thing!
   "I can afford it," he whispered to me.
   I closed my eyes. "I don't know how to ride a bike," I
whispered back. Dad stared at me.
   Even though I was whispering, Ed said, "Let me guess.
Your mother thought you should be in church, not learning to
ride a bike." I nodded.
   "Do you want to learn?" Dad asked.
   "Maybe sometime. But I want to spend time with you." Dad
nodded.
   "David, I will be learning, too. This is my first bike,"
Tom said.
   "Really?"
   "We never could afford one. I found an old one at the
dump once, but I never got it working."
   "I would love to learn, but there are so many other
things I want to do," I said. Ed smiled and nodded.
   "It's not anything you need to do your first day in
Forest Grove," Ed said. I smiled at him.
   "Let's go get your cellphone," Dad said. "We'll see you
later, Ed, Tom."
   Dad took my hand. "Bye!" They said good bye as we walked
away.
   When we got outside, Dad said, "I had no idea. None! I
would understand if you hated me, Davey. I left you with
that woman. I should have fought for you. I really thought
you were happy." Dad shook his head.
   "It's not your fault. It's hers."
   We walked to Dad's car and got in.
   "Tom is very, very fond of his stepfather," I said.
   "They seem close."
   "He has pictures of his stepfather on his phone. I just
caught a glimpse, but it looked like all the photos were of
him."
   "Well, I don't guess that is not so unusual."
   "How long has he been his stepfather?" I asked.
   "A few days."
   "He has spent those days taking pictures of his
stepfather."
   "Really?"
   "Yes. He had a whole series of them. Most of them were
close-ups of his face. But in one his stepfather wasn't
wearing a shirt."
   "Interesting!"
   "I didn't see a single picture of his mother."
   Dad started the car and I put on my seatbelt.
   "I wonder if they are having an affair. I wondered why
Ed seemed amused when you blushed about us being really
close."
   "Oh, lord!" I said. "I'm sorry about blushing."
   "It's all right. Ed and Tom seemed really pleased," Dad
said.
   "Tom said `There is more of that than you would think'."
   "That's very, very interesting! Ed wants us to live next
door to them, also."
   "We might have friends who know we are lovers. Is that a
good thing?"
   "I think it would be nice. We can do things as a
foursome. Fishing, for example. It will be nice not to
pretend."
   "Ed isn't as hairy as you are, Dad."
   "Is that good or bad?"
   "It means that I am luckier than Tom." Dad laughed.
   "I am very glad you think so, Davey.
   "The phone store is in Piedmont. It's the next town."
   "So we have a long car trip," I said. I reached over and
felt Dad's cock. It stiffened. "He likes me."
   "Oh, he loves you. I can honestly say I have never
wanted anyone as much as I want you, baby." I smiled. That
was nice to hear. "But as much as I would love to feel your
lips wrapped around him, it isn't safe." I sighed and sat
up. "Don't worry. I plan to spend as much time having sex as
you want." I grinned.
   "That sounds like an awful lot of sex!"
   I held Dad's hand the rest of the way. It wasn't far
away. We pulled up in front of a phone store maybe fifteen
minutes later. When we were getting out of the car, Dad's
phone rang.
   "Hello," Dad said.
   "Hi, Ed."
   "Yes, of course."
   "Really? I don't know what to say."
   I wondered what Ed was saying. Dad seemed shocked.
   "Uh."
   "Yes. I want to spend a lot of time with him. Every free
minute I have, actually. We have a lot of catching up to
do."
   "Tomorrrow?"
   "Yes."
   "Yes."
   "Do you mean it?"
   I was going crazy! I wished I could hear.
   "Well, please thank Tom for me!"
   "Bye."
   Dad sat back down in the car. I got back in, too. He
stared straight ahead.
   "What is it? Is everything all right?"
   Dad sat there thinking.
   "Did you get fired?"
   "What? No! Just the opposite. Ed just gave me a big
raise." I grinned. "Plus, he found out we can get that house
for only forty thousand dollars."
   "That's great, about the raise! How long have you worked
for Ed?"
   "Eight years."
   "Are you friends?"
   "Not really. We get along well, but we didn't do things
together."
   "Let's go get you a phone."
   We got out of the car and walked into the store. I
looked at cheap phones first. Then I saw the one Tom had.
   "Is that the one you want?"
   "It's really expensive."
   "We'll get it." I grinned. Dad changed his plan to add
me and a few minutes later, I was in the car with my new
phone.
   "There are going to be at least as many pictures of you
on mine as there were of Ed on Tom's."
   "There should be more. I am your real father, after
all."
   "Just think, Dad. I can masturbate at school while I
look at photos of your cock!" I looked at Dad and his mouth
was open. I laughed. "I'm just kidding."
   "Thank goodness! People lose their phones all the time!"
   "Oh, that's true! Well, I can get a picture of you in a
swimsuit. No one will think that's odd."
   "That will be fine."
   "Maybe a speedo." He laughed. "That you are wearing very
low."
   "You left off wet."
   "Good idea!" I said, laughing. "Can we have sex now?"
   Dad laughed. "We are definitely heading home!" I smiled
at him.
   I rubbed Dad's cock all the way home. He kept looking
over at me and grinning.
   When we got home, we raced inside. Dad took me in his
arms.
   "I want you!" he said.
   "I'm yours, Dad. I love you."
   Dad kissed me. I sucked on his tongue, but I wanted
more. I unbuttoned his shirt while he grinned at me. I
pulled his undershirt off and ran my hands over his chest
and stomach. I knelt and unfastened his pants.
   "Oh, Davey! I am so glad you want me."
   I smiled up and him and then unzipped his pants. I felt
his erect cock through his underwear. Then I pulled his
underwear down and looked at my dad's cock. I licked it
along its length and Dad moaned. He kicked off his shoes and
stepped out of his pants. Then he picked me up. I laughed.
He grinned at me while he carried me to our bed. He placed
me on it.
   "Get undressed."
   I did it quickly. Dad stroked himself while he watched
me. I couldn't take my eyes off his dick. I honestly think
it is the prettiest thing I have ever seen.
   "You are so smooth, Davey. I love that."
   "I love how hairy you are."
   "Well, I am pretty hairy. The boys in gym class used to
call me gorilla boy."
   "If I was in that class, I wouldn't have been able to
speak."
   "Why?"
   "Your cock would be in my mouth." We both laughed.
   "It wouldn't be this hard. The fact that this is incest,
really excites me."
   "It is filthy and perverted, isn't it?" I asked,
smiling.
   "It is! You are a nasty little boy. You want your
father's cock inside you." I laughed.
   "I am and I do! And you are a nasty man. You want to
fuck your baby." Dad moaned when I said that. His cock
started dripping, even though the foreskin covered it.
   "I want that very much, Davey."
   "I plan to give you what you want, over and over, and
over."
   Dad climbed up onto the bed and pulled me into his arms.
He kissed me. I sighed when it ended.
   "I also love you. Never forget that."
    "I won't Dad."
   Dad ran one of his hands over one thigh. I spread my
legs for him. He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. He
felt inside my crack and ran his finger over my hole. I
moaned as his finger ran over it.
   "I used to fantasize about this very thing, Davey."
   "About what?"
   "That someday we would meet and become lovers, you and
me."
   "Wow!"
   "I know! Who would have thought my deepest desire would
come true?"
   "I didn't fantasize about you, but I pretended Dan was
my real father. That excited me a lot. You are better in
every way."
   Dad kissed me again. I reached for his cock. Dad pulled
away and rolled onto his back. I leaned over him. I took his
cock and studied it again. I pulled the foreskin back and
slid it back over. It felt really neat and loose. I licked
the head and Dad moaned. I began sucking his cock. Dad ran
his fingers through my hair as I sucked him. I tried to take
as much of him in my mouth as I could. Dan had taught me
that. I was glad that I had learned so much from Dan. Even
though I wanted Dad now, and not Dan, I felt I owed Dan. If
not for him, I wouldn't have been enjoying sucking my father
nearly as much.
   "Suck me, baby. I want to feed my boy." I moaned at
Dad's words. "Tonight, Daddy is going to take his baby's
cherry." I moaned and sucked harder. Dan had said the exact
same thing to me. It was even hotter from Dad. Moments
later, Dad groaned as his cum shot into my mouth. He shot
four powerful blasts of it. I gulped it down. I didn't want
to waste any of it. I kept sucking after he finished coming.
Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth. He laughed as I tried
to get it back inside.
   "Your turn, baby!"
   I grinned and rolled onto my back. Dad sucked on a
finger and pushed it into my hole. I groaned.
   "Soon it will be my dick."
   "I know. I can't wait!"
   Dad swallowed my cock and started fucking me with his
finger. It felt incredible! I didn't last long. Not only did
it feel incredible, but I could still taste Dad's semen.
   "Daddy!" I yelled as I came. Dad swallowed my cum and I
panted as I came. I felt like my balls were shooting out of
my dick. It was much more pleasurable than beating off. I
grinned when I realized, I wouldn't need to do that,
anymore.
   Dad climbed back to the top of the bed and kissed me.
His finger was still inside me. I sucked on his tongue while
he continued to fuck me with his finger. He pulled away and
smiled.
   "I love you, Davey."
   "I love you, Dad. Very, very much."
   Dad pulled his finger out of me.
   "You are very tight. We are going to go buy you some
butt plugs to stretch your hole."
   "Really? That sounds fun! Where will we get them?"
   "There is an adult bookstore on the highway. We passed
it last night."
   "Let's go! I've never been to one!" Dad laughed.
   "That's because they wouldn't allow you inside."
   "Oh. But you can get me in?"
   "No. I'm sorry. When you are older, if you want." I
sighed.
   "Let's go get them."
   We both got up and got dressed. Dad kissed me and I
wrapped my arms around him. He tried to get away, but I
didn't let him. He laughed.
   "Butt plugs, now. More hugging and sex soon!"
   "Oh, good!"
   We got in the car and drove to it. Dad went inside and
was gone about five minutes. I played with my new phone,
which I probably enjoyed more than going into the video
store. Dad came out with a package that had four different
size plugs and a big bottle of `personal' lubricant.
   "Did you tell them it was for your son?" I asked,
grinning.
   "Yes. They offered advice on how to fuck you. Of course,
I already know how to fuck. You wouldn't have been born,
otherwise." I laughed. "Besides, I would imagine WD40 would
burn. The lube will work better."
   "I think so. Thank you. I think I would be embarrassed
to go inside and buy butt plugs. It's not like you can
pretend they are for your cat." Dad laughed.
   "Well, I told them I like to wear them when I go to the
opera," Dad said. We both laughed.
   "It keeps you from falling asleep!" I said.
   "Plus, you don't have to get up to go to the bathroom."
We both laughed.
   We drove home and I used the bathroom. Then Dad pushed
the smallest one into me.
   "How does that feel?"
   "Strange. It doesn't really hurt. I think this may be
the first butt plug I've worn."
   "Your mother never bought you any with the child support
money?" We laughed. "What was she doing with it?"
   "You should have told her you wanted to fuck me and she
needed to start stretching my ass." Dad laughed.
   I sighed. "I really should call and hang up on her."
   "Maybe a bomb would be better."
   "Dad, I am really surprised she didn't blame my being
gay on you."
   "That's because she thinks being gay is a choice. That
all you have to do is decide you like women, or girls."
   "Tom told me told me that Officer Dan is gay."
   "You are kidding?"
   "No. He said Dan rubbed his cock on Tom's leg."
   "Wow! He is supposed to be dating a woman in
Bakersfield, but no one knows her. That must be his cover
story."
   "He said a guy named Jack at the meat market was, too."
   "I had no idea!"
   Dad took me in his arms.
   "Are you looking for spare lovers?"
   "I have to do something while you are at work." Dad
looked shocked. I laughed.
   "I am kidding!"
   "Good!"
   Dad kissed me.
   "Let me show you where I work."
   I got dressed and we left. When I sat down in Dad's car,
the butt plug felt weird. Knowing that soon it would be
replaced by my father's dick made me very hard.
   "I can buy a new car now," Dad said.
   "Was the raise that big?"
   "Yes. Thirty-five percent."
   I really didn't know how big that was. How much was a
normal raise?
   We got to the dealership. Dad introduced me to the other
employees. They were all very nice and seemed glad I was
there. Dad showed me the service department.
   "It seems dead."
   "It's the middle of a week day. It might get busier when
people get off work. It's really busy on Fridays and
Saturdays."
   We went back inside and sat in Dad's office while he
looked at his mail and some papers.
   A woman stopped by and said, "Congratulations, Jeff."
   "Thanks, Lucy." She walked away.
   "Do they know about the raise?"
   "Probably about my promotion."
   "Oh, you got promoted, too?"
   "Yes. I am now the sales manager."
   "I'm so happy for you!" Dad grinned at me.
   I played with my phone while Dad finished up.
   "Let's go!"
   I smiled and stood up. We left. When we were inside the
car, Dad asked, "Want to go see the house?"
   "Sure!"
   We took off. As soon as we were on the highway, I
started squeezing Dad's cock.
   "You really like him."
   "I do. I love him! I'm wearing a butt plug for him." We
both laughed.
   We pulled up to a small house surrounded by big trees.
There was a for sale sign in the yard. The house looked
really old. We got out of the car.
   I looked around. The yard was big. There was a large
house on the left, but it was about a hundred yards away. On
the other side of the house were bushes that hid whatever
was over there.
   "Where do Ed and Tom live?"
   "The house on the left."
   It was a much nicer house than the one we were looking
at, but Ed owned a car dealership and Dad only worked at
one.
   We looked in the front window. It seemed nice. There
weren't cobwebs or anything. We walked around and looked in
the windows. It had wood floors. We could see into the
kitchen at the back of the house. There was a fenced
backyard.
   "Could we get a dog?"
   Dad smiled. "Absolutely!" I was excited about that.
   "What do you think?" Dad asked me.
   "I don't know anything about houses."
   "Do you like the area?"
   "Oh, yeah."



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