Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:38:24 -0600
From: Michael Smith <incstwrtr007@gmail.com>
Subject: Jake and Dad - Chapter 3

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Jake and Dad - Chapter 3

	He had a slightly worried look on his face and I really couldn't
blame him. Here I am, sitting in the passenger side of, what I am assuming
is his work truck, and I just told him that I didn't like his house. I was
kidding of course but, for that split second before I smiled, I could see a
little worry on his face. He smiles brightly back at me and it surprises me
a little bit. His teeth where very straight and, even in the dark of the
truck, I could tell how white they were, the soft green glow of the gauges
shadowing in his dimples.

	"Well then." He starts, smiling widely back at me as his hand
slides off of mine and pulls the key out of the ignition. "Why don't we
head in and get you settled in for the night?" The interior lights fade on
as I hear his door open and he steps out. I open my own door, the crisp,
cold air hitting me again, making my hair ruffle a bit as I follow suit and
step out into the driveway. I reach back and grab my duffle bag, opting to
carry it instead of throwing it over my shoulder. I turn around and watch
as my dad grabs my suitcase from the bed of the truck. Even though he had
lived up here for nearly 10 years, he still had his Southern man charm.

	'Did I just think my dad was charming?' The question runs through
my head as he walks around and joins me by the side of the truck. I shake
my head as he extends his free arm, holding a small, faded and golden key
between his index finger and his thumb. I must just be tired from the
packing and the flying all day. I look up at him as he stands next to me
and gently take the key from his hand, looking at it as it rests in my
palm.

	"I thought I would let you do the honors." He says slowly, even a
little quietly, almost as if he were slightly nervous. He had nothing to be
nervous or worried about and neither did I but, the feeling was there. Here
we were, standing in a small dimly lit driveway, the cold breeze blowing
against our bodies as we stand together for the first time in a long
time. I swallow hard and look back up at him, giving a smile I hoped he
could see in the dark driveway.

	"I'd be delighted to." I turn and take my first step towards the
front door, my tennis shoes thudding quietly against the concrete walk to
the front porch. I stop for a moment at the stairs and look at the red door
before I step up, the old wood creaking slightly under my weight. I step to
the door and grib the handle on my bag harder as I slide the faded key into
the deadbolt. I give it a quick twist and hear the mechanism engaging, the
small bolt sliding back into the door. My hand slides down to the cold
metal doorhandle and I take a deep breath before pushing the button down
and swinging the door open. The inside is very dark and I step in, the
hardwood floor clapping against my tennis shoe slightly as I step in. My
hand reaches out as I fish for a light switch as I feel my dad step up
behind me, opening the door wider.

	"Here, let me." He reaches in and our fingers find the light switch
at the same time, clicking it up together. My eyes quickly adjust to the
sudden brightness of light, my hand not moving, my finger still touching my
dads as I look around at the narrow foyar. There's a small table with a
bouque of roses on it and some unopened mail. A single map painting hangs
on the wall. As I take another step into my dad's house, well our house
now, I look through the archway to my left, into the kitchen. The door
closes behind me with a click and I can't help but to jump slightly as I
peer into the dark kitchen.

	"The kitchen is in there." My dad's masculine voice reaches my ear
as well as the click of a lock. I steop into the kitchen and turn on the
light, quickly looking at it, it's a decent size, bigger than what I was
used to and big enough to fit a small dining room table with 4 chair
comfortably. "There's two open rooms, too." I turn and face my dad, taking
in the sight of him, his dark blue shirt hugging his round pecs
nicely. "You can pick which one you want, of course."

	"That sounds great." I smile up at him, his hat shading the top
half of his face in the light of the foyar. "You can lead the way." I
motion with my dufflebag and he nods, stepping past the arch and I follow
him as he takes a left into a hallway, stopping at the small stairs as I
look into the sunken living room. I give it a quick glance over. There is a
couch facing a wall-mounted flatscreen, a matching loveseat next to it to
form an 'L' shape with a coffee table sitting in front of them. An endtable
with a small lamp sits in-between their armrests. On the opposite wall,
there are two bay windows which, I would assume, let in a lot of light
during the day, two chairs sit in one of the windows, an endtable between
them as well. It's a nice furnished living room and, like the
kitchen/dining room, nicer than what I was used to. I guess that's what
happens when you're single and don't have a kid to support.

	"Here's the first room." My dad says. I turn to the right and walk
down a hallway to meet him as he opens the door to the first bedroom. He
flicks the lightswitch as I step into the doorway and look inside. A
full-sized bed sits along the left wall with two night stands on either
side. A small desk is opposite the doorway, sitting in one of the bay
windows that flanks the porch and an old school, console tv rests on a
stand opposite the bed. I shrug a bit and look up at him. "You'll probably
like the other room more." He smiles and takes a few steps back, opening
another door on the opposite side of the hallway.

	"What makes you say that?" I can't help but to wonder outloud as I
see the light from the second room pouring into the hallway from the open
doorway. I step to the door and smile a bit, he was right, something that
would happen often I would say. I step into the room a bit and can feel him
watching me as I look around. There is a full-sized bed in this room as
well, on the same wall as the door, sticking into the room instead of
against the wall. The wall that faces us is flat but has two large windows
centered in it. The blinds are down now but I knew it would be great for
natural light, something I was a sucker for. Theres a medium sized flat
screen on a stand facing the bed, centered in front of the windows as well.

	"There's a walk-in closet through that door." I see his hand and
arm in my peripheral vision as he points to a door in the back right corner
of the room. "I don't know how many clothes you have but that would come in
handy." I take in the room and step inside, setting my dufflebag on the
bed, the fluffy white comforter sinking down as I do. I look once more
around at the room, wondering if he had just painted the walls my favorite
color of dark blue or if it was just a coincidence.

	"I think I'll take this one." I smile and put my hand in the
pockets of my shorts, letting them rest flat against my thighs as I look at
my dad, standing halfway in the doorway and halfway in the hallway. I take
him in for a moment, still not believing that I am here, it felt a little
dream like somehow. He steps in and sets my suitcase down by the endtable
next to the bed.

	"Come on and I'll show you the bathroom." He motions over his
shoulder and I walk back into the hallway, walking behind him as he takes a
few steps and opens another door on the left of the hallway and flicks on
the lights.  I step around him and into the bathroom, a large counter with
a full-width mirror casting reflections of ourselves back at us. I walk
into the bathroom, a small wall between the toilet and counter divides the
two. I turn around and look at the shower/bathtub combo, nestled across
from the toilet and counter, running the length of the wall opposite the
toilet and counter but nestled into a corner by another wall to protect it
from being hit by the door. I smile a bit and nod as I lean back on the
counter.

	"I like it." I smile at him, genuinely knowing that I was going to
like living up here with my dad. I cross my arms over my chest as I study
the small but cozy bathroom. The whole house had a very cozy and home-like
feeling to it really and I was definitely glad of that. I was terrified
that I would feel out of place, the whole situation feeling foreign to me
but, it didn't. I felt right at home already, like I belonged here. Perhaps
I did, every son belongs at home with their dad, really.

	"Well, why don't you unpack then?" My eyes snap back to him as he
stands in front of the door, his own arms crossed over his chest as he
gives a shrug. "I'll call us in a pizza and we can eat it here. Catch up
too, you know?" Even though his hat his pulled low over his forehead, I can
see his emerald green eyes, the same as mine, flickering, almost shining
with excitement.

	"That sounds great, dad." I tell him, almost tripping over the last
word. It had been a long time since I had said that word and it felt
strange to say it. It was just something I would have to get used to, not
that I wasn't looking forward to it! I stand up off the counter and walk up
to him, looking up at him as he takes up the tight space between the door
and the shower wall. "I hope Chicago pizza is as good as everybody says it
is." He rolls his eyes a bit and chuckles lightly, his hand grabbing my
shoulder again, in a protective way.

	"I'm sure it is." He tells me as he steps out of the doorway and
towards the door at the end of the hall, pausing as he puts his hand on the
doorhandle. "I took the weekend off so we could go to the City tomorrow, if
you'd like." He looks back at me and I smile. "It will be even busier since
tomorrow is Saturday, though."

	"I think I'd like that." I nod as he opens the door, giving me a
glimpse of his bedroom, a large canopy bed sitting in the middle of it is
all I can make out.

	"You go ahead and get settled in, take a shower if you'd
like. There's towels in the medicine cabinet over the toilet." He points at
the wall where the medicine cabinet would be. "It'll take the pizza about
an hour or so before it gets here and it's, 8:30pm now." He looks at his
watch and then smiles back at me.

	"Alright, dad." I respond, the word coming a bit more naturally to
me now. I step down the hallway and into my new bedroom, shutting the door
behind me in habit. I walk to the door in the opposite corner and open it,
opening the walk in closet. It wasn't big or anything but there was enough
room to step into and hang all of my clothes. I walkback to my suitcase and
lat it flat, opening it, grabbing my soap, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste,
and deodorant from it. I grab a spare change of clothes as well, glad to
get out of these travel clothes. I shut the lid and walk back into the
bathroom, not bothering to shut my bedroom back. I put my soap and shampoo
in the shower, doing the same with my toothbrush and paste by the sink
before turning on the shower. I shut the bathroom door and take off my
shirt, tossing it onto the counter. I look at myself in the tall mirror,
the countertop coming right up to my waist.

	I rub my arm with a hand as I check myself out a little bit. I was
a little on the thin side of things but what teenaged boy isn't? My hand
falls runs up my shoulder and down to my chest, following the midline of my
almost flat but not quite pecs. I let my hand fall down my smooth stomach,
following the slight dips of my washboard abs that were there because of me
being skinny more than me working out, something I did once a week or so. I
hook my hand into my running shorts and slowly push them down, feeling them
stretching over my small but nicely rounded ass. They fall to the floor
with a soft rustle and I kick them up, catching them and tossing them on
the counter with my shirt. I look back at myself in the mirror. I eye my
body a bit, the lights above the mirror causing shadows to follow the
contours of my small, tight muscles. I wasn't anything to write home about
but I was in good shape and fit for sure. I let my hands both find the
waistband of my solid colored dark gray American Eagle boxer briefs. I hook
my thumbs into them and slowly tug them down as well, feeling the elastic
stretching around my ass like the shorts did before the fall to the
floor. I kick them up and place them with my other clothes before turning
back to the mirror, looking at my now fully naked body. I grab my teen cock
and give it a quick tug before letting my hand rest flat above it, feeling
the sandy blonde pubic hairs that I kept cut extremely short beneath it. I
look at myself once more before turning and testing the shower
temperature. I adjust it a bit and step in, shutting the sliding glass door
behind me.

	I let the warm water wash over and down my body, turning in it
slowly, letting it rush all over me. As I stop, letting the water rush down
my back, I tilt my head backwards, letting my hair get wet, running a hand
through it. Quickly, I put some shampoo in my hand and work it into my
sandy blonde hair, feeling it getting lathered up before I work it into my
scalp and rinse it out, the suds following the water as I flows down my
fit, tight body. I follow the same with the soap, filling the shower with a
nice, slightly musky scent as I work the soap down my arms, chest, stomach
and then to my nicely toned but thin thighs and calves. I finish washing my
legs and then turn my attention to my ass, working a good lather on my
cheeks and then working in between them before rinising off. I cut the
water off and shake my head before stepping out, jumping a little at the
cold, hard tile of the bathroom floor. I reach up and open the cabinet
above the toilet and grab a towel as the water from the shower beads and
drips off my body. I quickly dry my hair, leaving it a little damp as I dry
off the rest of my body. I step over to the counter and set the towel down
before grabbing my fresh pair of maroon boxer briefs. I slide them up my
toned, slender legs, quietly thanking myself that I was on my Junior
Varsity soccer team my first semester of high school. I can't help but to
wonder if my new school will have a soccer team, I definitely wanted to
make it all the way through freshman year before I gave up. I grab my fresh
shirt, a bright orange v-neck tshirt and slide it on, running a hand
through my still damp hair, letting it brush and fall to the side
naturally, letting it fall just above my eyebrows. I grab my dark gray
shorts and slide them on as well before gathering up my dirty clothes.

	I open the door and step into the hallway, seeing my dad sitting on
the couch at the other end of the hallway. I smile to myself as I step into
my room, shutting the door behind me. I place my dirty clothes in a neat
pile beside my suitcase and I can't help but to wonder when the rest of my
things will be arriving from Texas. I shrug as I jump on the bed, crossing
my feet at my ankles. I text a few people to let them know that I'm
settling in nicely and that I already miss Texas. I close my eyes and sigh,
letting my hands rest at the back of my head as I sit up in the bed,
leaning against the wall. I smile to myself as I let another sigh out, glad
that I am finally home and relaxing. I can't help but to hope the pizza
gets here soon, not only am I starving, I can't wait to sit down, eat, and
have a real conversation with my dad. This was a good thing for me to move
up here to be with him, I can already tell.