Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 12:08:13 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-18

NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature which may
not be legal in your area.  This story is completely fictional and written
only for entertainment purposes.  Any similarities to real life people or
characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from
fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.

Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 18

I woke up Tuesday morning about 40 minutes before my alarm went off.  I
hated when that happened because then I had to debate whether it was worth
trying to get back to sleep only to be awakened again a short time later.
Of course thinking about it only made me wake up more, so it usually felt
like a pointless argument with myself anyway.  This time, however, I
decided to take advantage of the situation.

I did my morning toilet activities, then I decided to clean myself out with
the enema stuff and see how long I could wear the butt plug today at
school. If I could manage it all day maybe I'd be in good shape to get
Dad's cock in my ass after dinner.  I gave myself an enema, went to Dad's
room and greased up my butt and the plug and slowly worked it in.  I went
back to the bathroom and took a shower, making sure I cleaned off any lube
that was smeared on my butt cheeks; I wasn't sure if it would leak through
my underwear and pants but I didn't want to take any chances.

I got dressed, had a bowl of cereal and packed a sandwich, a cookie and
some fruit for my lunch.  I didn't want Dad to get upset with me again and
I knew he was right anyway; it was foolish of me go without food all
morning and afternoon.  I grabbed a jacket and tucked an extra paper bag in
my pocket in case I had to remove the plug and carry it home, locked up the
house and started walking to school.  I could feel the plug inside, and
every so often it would brush against my prostate, giving me a little
thrill.  I couldn't help giggling to myself and I hoped the other kids who
joined me on my commute wouldn't think I'd lost my mind.

Sitting on those hard chairs in the classrooms took a little getting used
to, but I finally managed to find a few positions that were comfortable.  I
guessed my ass wasn't fat enough to cushion the end of the plug, so I made
a note to myself to ask Dad about exercises to add some muscles to my
posterior.  Maybe I should go ask the high school coach for some
exercises...if he asks me why I'll just tell him my butt plug doesn't quite
settle properly in the wooden classroom chairs.  I'm sure he'd understand!
I had to snicker to myself over that.  Of course I'd never seen the high
school P.E. instructor.  Maybe he WOULD understand!  Maybe he'd understand
only too well.  Maybe he'd want to check out my plug to be sure.  That
sobered me up a bit and I realized I hadn't even thought about other adult
men checking out my ass until now.

I made it all the way through the day without having to take out the plug
for a bathroom visit, although I did need to do so as soon as I got home.
I was proud of myself for not being overly sensitive to the looks of the
plug when I pulled it out, I just tossed it into the shower to clean later.
I did my business then prepared the enema and ran three bags of water
through my butt.  I stepped into the shower and carefully rinsed off and
washed the plug, then I washed myself.  After my shower I lubed myself an
extra amount then slid the plug back into place.  I was pleased how much
easier the plug went in; if my ass could make a popping sound I thought it
would have when I felt the plug seal itself into place.

I put the lube back in Dad's room then went into the kitchen.  I prepared
decent-sized green salads for us then chopped up the rest of last night's
chicken into smaller chunks and added it to the salads.  I put the bowls in
the fridge to stay cold then went into the laundry room and picked out two
towels to place on the living room furniture.  I had just finished laying
them out when I heard Dad's car pull into the driveway.  I hurried into the
kitchen to grab a bottle of beer for him then placed myself where someone
outside would not see me if they looked in the open door, but where Dad
would see me as soon as he stepped in.

He let himself in, closed the door behind him then turned and saw me
standing there, beer bottle in my outstretched hand. He stepped forward to
grab the bottle while giving me a small smile.  I could tell right away
that he hadn't had a good day, and I figured all of my plans for the
evening would have to be postponed.  I grabbed his other hand and led him
to his chair, turned him around and sat him down.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the forehead, then knelt between
his legs and began unlacing his boots.  I didn't want him to think he had
to tell me not to start anything sexual, so I looked up at him and smiled.
"I can tell you had a hard day Dad, so just relax, put your head back and
close your eyes, and let me take off your boots and socks and massage your
feet for you."

I saw a slightly larger smile cross his face as he took a drink from the
beer bottle, then he leaned his head back against the chair and sighed as
he closed his eyes.  I unlaced each boot, pulled them off then pulled each
sock down and off.  I put both of his feet in my lap and started to massage
the right foot, using my thumbs to create pressure on the sole while
letting my other fingers glide along the top.  After a few minutes of
that...and a lot of moaning from him...he raised his other foot up to my
face, which surprised me as I didn't think he was in the mood for anything
like that.  I dutifully pulled up my left leg so my foot was up against my
butt, thus raising my knee up to support his leg.  I flicked out my tongue
and slid it between his big and next largest toe, and then curled it around
his big toe and sucked the toe into my mouth.  He moaned louder that time.

Thankfully I was the type who could pat my head and rub my belly at the
same time, but it still took some concentration to massage his right food
with both hands while licking and sucking the toes of his left foot.  While
I was doing that I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye so I
glanced up and saw that he was taking of his shirt.  He dropped the shirt
next to the chair then undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid down
the zipper.  He accomplished all of this while keeping his eyes closed and
a contented smile on his lips.  After he unzipped he leaned his head back
against the chair again and sighed some more.

I spent about 10 minutes on each foot but had to finally quit because my
hands were getting tired.  I shook out my hands to get full circulation
back in them and heard him chuckle.  I looked up to see him grinning at me.
He crooked a finger at me in the 'come here' gesture and patted his lap.  I
returned his grin and climbed up to take a seat.  He pulled me up and gave
me a big kiss on the lips, then hugged me into him.  It took all I had to
resist leaning into his armpit; the aroma was intoxicating to me!

He ran his hand up and down my back and up through my hair while we
cuddled.  "Baby boy, you know me oh so well.  I did have a shitty day today
but it crossed my mind as I was pulling into the driveway that I had to be
sure to not let it affect our evening in any way, but boy oh boy, you
assessed the situation and took control right away.  Now I'm just like
putty in your hands."

"I'm glad I was able to help you relax some Dad.  I won't even ask you
about your day, you just hug me as much as you want, I'll never complain."

"Ahh Sean, it's okay to ask," he sighed.  "You know that bidding
spreadsheet I spent so much time working on over the weekend and last
night?"  I nodded that I did.  "It didn't matter for shit.  We still lost
the bid and I can't for the life of me understand how anyone can do a
decent job for less than we bid.  It just doesn't make any sense!  At least
this time I was able to convince the owner of the company we were bidding
on to give me a copy of the winning bid.  I'll be damned if every amount
shown on that bid wasn't just a little less than our numbers, in almost
every category.  I mean it was just a little bit freaky!  And that was
after I had whittled our numbers down to just enough for us to make a small
profit, which would have been fine because this was a job that would have
given us a lot of exposure, and we would certainly have gotten more work
from it."

"Dad...I don't know what to say.  I know how hard you worked on that here
at the house, I'm sure you put even more hours into it at work.  Do you
think these other guys are using shoddy materials or something?"

"Sean, there's nothing you need to say or to worry about, I'll figure this
out.  As usual though, you've already thought ahead, and yes, it has
definitely crossed my mind that they just have to be cutting corners
somewhere, I just can't figure out any other answer for it!  Which is why I
have a big, huge favor to ask of you son," he said, leaning back and giving
me a hopeful look.

"Sure Dad, you know me, anything I can do to help out you just have to
ask!"

"Thanks buddy.  I've scheduled an after-hours meeting tomorrow night here
at the house with Carl, Jimmy and Ryan, and the two new guys you haven't
met yet, Martin and Rafe.  They're all pitching in to discuss our next bid.
Could I ask you to make your awesome lasagna for us?"

"Of course Dad, it would be cool to see those guys again, and to meet the
new ones, but I don't think that one pan of lasagna is gonna be enough for
all you manly-man types!  I think I'll need to make two pans, plus some
garlic bread and maybe a desert.  Do you think any of them are the tossed
salad type?"

He laughed at that and shook his head.  "No, I think we can pass on the
salad with them Sean.  If there's any lasagna left over...and that's a BIG
'if'...then you and I can eat it the next night and we can have a salad
with it."

"Well, I hate to tell you this then, but I've already made a tossed salad
and the leftover chicken for us to eat tonight.  How much salad can you
stand in one week Pop?"

He laughed again and tussled my hair.  "I don't think we really need to
worry about that right now Sean, I sincerely doubt there will be any
lasagna leftovers after tomorrow night, not with these 'manly men', as you
put it."  He cupped my chin in his hand and pulled me close for another
kiss.  "Thank you for doing this Sean.  I considered just ordering in a
pizza or something, but three of these guys live alone and probably don't
get a home-cooked meal very often.  In fact, don't make it taste too good,
or they'll be over every night with their plate in their hands at the front
door."

It was my turn to laugh that time.  I knew Carl and Jimmy were bachelors so
that meant one of the new guys was single as well, and I could just picture
them lined up outside.  "We're gonna have to go grocery shopping after
dinner tonight then Dad, we don't have enough of any of the supplies here
to make all that food.  In fact, we'll need to buy another lasagna pan
since we've only ever needed just the one."

"Mmmm Sean, I don't want to move just yet, I'm too relaxed, and you're nice
and warm snuggled up next to me.  I can't believe you don't have your face
buried in one my pits though," he said, smirking at me.

I laughed out loud, which wiped off his smirk and a small frown took its
place.  "Dad, I'm sorry for laughing, but you have NO idea how difficult it
has been for me not to do just that!!  It's the first thing I wanted to do
when you let me climb up in your lap!  I've been sitting here trying so
hard not to be obvious about it since we were having such a serious
discussion."

His face immediately switched back to the smirk, and an even bigger one
this time.  "OH, well in that case boy, since you're doing me such a huge
favor by cooking for us all tomorrow night, I'll do you a favor right now.
Dig in boy," he said, raising his arm and pushing my head into place.  I
moaned and inhaled at the same time, which is not easy to do.  Damn he
smelled so good!!

He started to run his hand up and down my back again, and I guess because
my head was leaning forward it gave him more room for his hand to travel
down further.  He rubbed my ass each time his hand made its travels, and on
about the fourth time down he brushed against the butt plug.  "What
the....what do we have here?  How long have you been wearing your plug,
boy?"

I got a warm feeling when he called it 'my' plug, even though I knew he
had, in fact, bought it for me.  "I had it in all day at school, then
removed it when I came home, cleaned it after I cleaned myself out, then
put it back in Sir."

"And why did you do that boy," he asked with a smirk on his face.

"I was hoping to have my Daddy's big cock inside my ass and I wanted to be
opened up and ready for it Sir."

He rose up from the chair with me still curled next to him and grabbed my
legs to wrap them around his waist.  He strode into his bedroom and dropped
me on the bed, then quickly pulled his pants and boxers off, kicking them
halfway across the room.  When I saw his cock slap back up against his
belly, already rock hard and leaking precum, I turned over and got on my
knees, pushed my ass up in the air and lowered my shoulders to his bed.

"Oh FUCK you look good like that boy!  Just waitin for your Daddy to plow
your sweet little boyhole."  He grabbed the lube off the table and smeared
it all around his hard cock then climbed onto the bed behind me.  I felt
him working the plug in and out of my hole but it came out a lot easier
than it ever had before. "Oh baby you are really ready to take your Daddy's
big prick!"

I felt him line up the head of his cock with my pucker and press in
slightly.  The head popped in without any trouble and I heard him hiss.  I
felt just the slightest bit of a sharp pain that quickly went away once the
whole head was inside me.  I moaned.  "I need more Daddy," I whispered.

"Oh I'm gonna give you more boy...I'm gonna give you a lot more!"  He slid
more of his cock inside me, opening me up and grazing past my button.  I
shuddered.  "Oh yeah, that's your nub right there boy. Don't worry, I'm
gonna pay lots of attention to that."  He pulled out a little and brushed
past it again, then did the same thing a few more times.  I almost
collapsed on the bed but he grabbed me and held me up.  "Damn boy, even
with your plug in all day you are still so fucking tight!"

I felt his balls against mine and knew he had all of his dick buried inside
me.  I couldn't believe how easy it was for me to take his entire length
without him having to use his fingers to open me up.  I made a promise to
myself right then and there to wear that plug much more often!

He slid in and out of me at an even pace, and managed to hit my nub on
almost every pass, making me moan and squirm with delight.  He kept saying
how tight my ass was, and how hot it was inside, and although I was very
happy he was enjoying it, I was in sheer bliss.  I remembered to squeeze my
ass muscles every time he pulled out and he moaned what a good boy I was
and that he was happy I'd remembered what he'd taught me.

After about ten minutes he started to pick up the pace.  "Oh fuck I love
your tight little hole boy...oh baby nobody ever felt this good around my
dick...I'm tryin to hold back boy, really I am, but oh damn oh fuck...you
feel so fucking good!!"

"Don't hold back Daddy...your boy needs to be plowed hard Sir," I cried
out.

"Oh baby boy...are you sure...oh yeah by the way your ass is grabbing onto
my prick I can tell you love my meat boy...ok," and he started to piston in
and out faster than I could clench and unclench my muscles.  I gave up
trying to stay with him and just keep myself clenched.  I was getting close
to what I knew would be a major orgasm.  I could feel the sweat dripping
off his face and onto my back, and his aroma kicked up about five notches.
I knew I was about to hit the point of no return.

"Harder Sir...please...please fuck my boyhole harder...I'm so close," I
yelled.  He groaned and I could just imagine the expression on his face.
He started to grunt softly each time his big balls slapped against mine.  I
had a fleeting thought of being bruised and sore for the rest of the week
and hoped those guys coming for dinner didn't notice if I walked funny, but
right then I felt my body tense and I started shooting right onto his
comforter.  "Fuck, oh fuck Daddy, I'm cumming, oh fuck!"

"Yeah boy, shoot your load for me, oh damn your ass just got even
tighter...I didn't even think that was possible!  Fuck...that's it boy...oh
yeah...FUUUCK!" he yelled out and I could feel his fat cock pulsing inside
me, filling up my hole with his thick cream.  I fell forward on his bed and
this time he let me, falling almost on top of me at the same time.  He
continued to thrust into me for a few more minutes, and I clenched my ass
to milk out the rest of his load.  He reached one arm under me and pulled
us over to our sides, his cock still inside me and his hips still slowly
moving in and out.

He reached around and scooped up some of my cum from the comforter and put
his fingers up to my face.  I quickly opened my mouth and sucked his
fingers in to lick it up.  He did it a few more times until I guessed he
was satisfied that it was more or less cleaned up, then he pulled my face
towards his and stuck his tongue in my mouth, twirling it around to taste
me.  He slowly pulled his cock out of my ass and gave a slight pressure on
my shoulder with his free hand to indicate he wanted me to clean him off.
I scrambled down the bed to lick at his cock, still mostly hard and oozing
cum. I lapped up the cum from all around his shaft then opened wide and
sucked his cock into my throat as far as I could get it.  He held the back
of my head and pumped his dick in and out of my mouth a few times.  I
slowly pulled up, making sure my lips were wrapped tightly around him so I
could drag up any cum I'd missed, then pulled off with a pop.

He reached down and pulled me up again and quickly shoved his tongue back
in my mouth, this time tasting himself.  He backed off a little and kissed
me, his lips moving back and forth against mine, out tongues battling each
other to see if either of us had any cum left to claim.  He pulled his head
back a little more, placing another dozen or so kisses against my lips,
then pulled me into him, my front to his front.  We were both quiet for a
few minutes.

"Baby," he whispered in my ear.  "Someday when we're both much older I'm
gonna look back on all of this and just know for sure that it never really
happened, that it was all just a wonderful dream. How else will I ever be
able to explain to my older self that my 13-year old son gave me the
hottest sex I have ever had, and very likely will ever have?"

"Well Dad...we could film it," I suggested hopefully.  I knew that kind
thing was very dangerous in case the wrong person got their hands on it,
but I thought it would be so hot to watch over and over.

"Oh hell no Sean, that's all we need, somebody breaking into the house
while we're at dinner or something, finding our videos and blackmailing us
for the rest of our lives."

"I know Dad, it's not a great idea, although I would still like to film it,
watch it then immediately delete it.  I watch enough television though to
know that somebody would still be able to restore it somehow and then we're
right where you just said we'd be.  It's too bad folks just can't do what
they want without others messing it up."

"You're a kinky little boy ain't you," he chuckled.  "But c'mon, seriously
Sean, if I ever think you've snuck a camera in here or---"

"DAD!  I would never do that to you!  I know what's at stake here."

"I know Sean, I'm sorry, it doesn't sound like I trust you and I do son, I
really do.  Still I feel like I should just put it out there as part of my
father's due-diligence.  If you ever get to be a father you'll understand
there are just some things we have to say out loud, just to be sure that
everyone is on the same page.  Only bad things could happen if someone got
their hands on a tape of the two of us and our bottles of lubricant.  I'd
hate to see you baking a hacksaw into a pan of lasagna when you visit me in
prison," he chuckled.

"Lasagna!  Oh crap Dad, we need to get to the grocery store!  C'mon, let's
get our dinner and get a move on before the store closes!"

'* * * * * * * *

We had to make several trips from the car into the house to carry all of
the groceries we bought, even with Dad carrying twice as many bags at a
time as me.  I'd decided to slow-cook the sauce and meat during the day
tomorrow so the meat sauce would be saturated, so while Dad finished
putting stuff away I browned the beef and got the slow cooker ready so I
could just pull it out of the fridge in the morning and set it on low to
cook all day.  He worried that the cooker would take up so much room there
wouldn't be any place for all the beer he'd bought for the guys, but I told
him I could do my famous freezer-beer trick when I got home.  He laughed
and told me I should patent my technique.

He helped me clean up the kitchen afterwards, and by that time we were both
yawning.  We went into the bathroom and I brushed while he pissed, then we
traded places.  We had been in such a hurry to eat our dinner before
running off to the store that we hadn't taken a shower after sex.

"Hey, neither of us washed up after our sex session...are you gonna hop in
the shower before bed," he asked me.

"No, I'm already too tired and I'll just be taking another one when I get
up in the morning anyway," I answered.

"How about me...do you think I need one boy," he asked, raising his arm and
pulling my head playfully into his hairy pit.

I took a deep breath and moaned while he chuckled.  "Dad, could you just
rub my pillow up and down your pits and your body for me tonight...I just
know it would give me great dreams," I asked, batting my eyes at him.

He laughed at me and picked me up.  "I've got an even better idea," he
said.  "Why don't you just sleep with me and you can breathe me in all
night long?"

"SIR, YES SIR!" I yelled.  He laughed some more while we both stripped out
of our clothing.  In our haste to go shopping he hadn't put on any
underwear, which I thought was very cool.  Since he had less to take off he
was naked first, so he jumped into bed then reached over and grabbed me
from behind, pulling me in after him.

"Hey, I'm still undressing," I cried.  He spun me around on the bed and
yanked my shorts off, then my socks, and then he pounced on me like a
tiger.  I could tell he was being careful not to put his full weight on me
but I had that same thought again, wondering how soon before I was big
enough that he could.  He pulled us up to his pillows, got himself settled
in, and then I snuggled up next to him with my face in his armpit.  I
inhaled deeply and pushed my face in further.

I heard a low laugh from inside his chest.  "And to think you just wanted
to settle for your own bed and the fleeting scent of my sweaty pits on your
pillow.  Oh this younger generation, no imagination, none whatsoever."

"Well, the next time you drink a warm beer in this house you'll have to
rethink that last comment," I mumbled into his pit.

He laughed and patted me on the head.  "Point well taken son, I revise my
statement to name you as the exception."

My response was just to moan and wrap my arm and leg around him.  He threw
his free arm around me and pulled me in tighter.  I drifted off shortly
thereafter.

                                                       * * * * * * * *

We both must have been really tired, because when Dad's alarm went off the
next morning we were pretty much in the same positions we'd been in when we
fell asleep.  He had to reach over me to hit the alarm which pushed his pit
back into my face.  Never one to pass up an opportunity like that I flicked
out my tongue and licked him.  He chuckled softly.

"Sorry about that sport, I should have slept on the other side so I
wouldn't disturb you," he whispered.  I just kept licking his pit, then
started to lick my way down to his nipple.  "Sean honey, you can still go
back to sleep you know."

I latched onto his nipple and sucked on it.  "Mmmm, don't want to now," I
mumbled into his chest hair.  He stroked the back of my head while I nursed
on him and slowly opened my eyes.  I looked down and saw his cock standing
upright like a soldier.  I wasn't sure if it was morning wood or my licking
and sucking that caused the reaction, but I was certainly going to take
advantage of it.

I licked my way down from his nipple to his abs, the scent of his musk
drawing me closer to my target.  His hand was still on my head but he'd
stopped stroking my hair.  My tongue met the tip of his cock and I lapped
up the bead of precum that had already formed.  I moaned and swirled my
tongue around the fat head of his dick then let it pop into my mouth.  It
was his turn to moan and I felt some pressure from his hand, pushing me
down farther, encouraging me to take more of him in my mouth.  I stopped to
inhale his aroma before so much of his cock got into my mouth that it
blocked my ability to breath.  I didn't really need any additional reason
to suck his cock, but his amazing morning scent definitely inspired me to
move my lips further down his shaft.

"Oh yeah baby boy...you're real nice to wake up to," he groaned.  I slid my
mouth back up to the tip of his dick, washed the inside of my mouth with
his leaking juices, then let his shaft slip back into my throat.  "Oh fuck
boy...you feel so good, and damn don't you look hot with my hard prick
stuffing your face."  I glanced up to see him looking down at me, big grin
on his face and his free arm propped behind his head, my saliva still
glistening off his armpit hair.

I pulled off his cock and licked my way down his shaft to his hairy balls.
I lapped at the thin sheen of sweat that had gathered there during the
night.  "Oh man, you taste so good," I moaned.

"Swing your legs around here and let me have some of you boy," he said.  I
repositioned myself so he could suck me at the same time as I was sucking
him.  "Mmmm, you taste damn good yourself," he mumbled before burying my
dick in his throat.  I moaned and couldn't keep myself from tilting my hips
so I could feel his nose pressed into my balls.  I was looking forward to
the day when my balls were as hairy as his so he could enjoy what I did
with his nuts.  Then I had to remind myself that he had been sucking cock
since long before I was born, so he already knew how nice it was.

I loved sucking him in this position because it made it easier for more of
his cock to slide into my throat.  I made a mental note to ask him if he
would fuck my mouth while I was lying on the bed with my head hanging over
the edge.  I also wanted to ask him if he would let me practice on his cock
until I could get all of him in my throat like he was doing to me.
Obviously my dick wasn't as long or as thick as his so he had an easier job
of it, but I still thought it had to be possible to get all of him in my
throat with lots or practice...and the idea of practicing A LOT really
turned me on.  In fact, my thinking about that must have translated into me
sucking deeper and harder because I could hear him moaning really loudly,
then he started to thrust into me so I had to grab the base of his dick to
keep from being impaled.  It only took a few thrusts before he started
pumping his load into my throat so deeply that I could barely taste any of
it.  I pulled back a little so I could savor the last few spurts.

I had to give him credit, even while he was cumming in my mouth he never
slacked off on what he was doing to me, and it was only a few minutes more
before I was shooting into him.  He swallowed everything I gave him, which
was understandably less than what he gave me.  I added that to my list of
things I couldn't wait to be able to do...cum as much as he did.  We both
pulled off and smacked our lips.  He looked at me and we started laughing
at the fact that we both made the same satisfied noises.

"Damn son, I'm gonna have to stop calling you 'baby boy'...you're shooting
quite a load now!  Wasn't it just a few months ago that you were having dry
orgasms?  What was that you said a few days ago about the breakfast of
champions?"

"Dad, I'll always be your baby boy, even when we're in the retirement home
together.  And you should talk about the big loads!  I might even be able
to skip my breakfast today!"

"Don't you dare," he said, narrowing his eyes at me.  Then he glanced over
at his alarm clock and groaned.  "Shit, I better get my ass in gear and get
in the shower.  Do me a favor please 'baby boy' and pull out a pair of
boxers, some socks, a clean pair of jeans and a shirt for me and lay them
on the bed."

"Dad...I never go into your dresser drawers...I'm not even sure which
drawers you put stuff into.  I didn't want to invade your privacy like
that."

He looked at me a little perplexed, then his expression cleared and he
smiled.  "Sean, there's nothing in my dresser that I have to hide from you.
Thanks for respecting my privacy like that, it's so typical of how
thoughtful you are, but I give you free rein.  I keep underwear and socks
both in the top drawer, and you already know the jeans and shirts are in my
closet."

He leaned over and gave me a big kiss then hopped out of bed and strode to
the bathroom.  I got up and opened the top drawer to his dresser like I was
opening some secret passageway to another world, it felt that strange to
me.  I pulled out some boxers and socks and laid them on the bed, then got
some jeans and a red-checked shirt and hung them on the doorknob so they
wouldn't wrinkle.  I walked into the living room and retrieved his boots
and set them by his bed.  Once I was sure his clothes were all sorted out I
went into the kitchen and pulled the crockpot out of the fridge and started
to set it up.  As soon as I heard him brushing his teeth I went back into
his room and sat on his bed to wait for him.

When he came back into the bedroom I jumped up and held out his boxers so
he could step into them.  He gave me a crooked grin, and then lifted one
leg after the other.  I handed him the shirt to put on and had him sit down
so I could get his socks on him while he buttoned up the shirt, then I got
his pants ready and pulled them up over his legs.  He stood up for a moment
so I could zip him up, then he sat down and let me put his boots on his
feet and lace them up.

"Wow Sean, I've been getting used to you taking my clothes off, but I think
this is the first time you actually put my clothes ON me!  I really
appreciate this, you've saved me some time this morning, but to be honest
with you....I think I like it better when you undress me," he said, winking
at me.

"Oh I like that better too Dad, cuz then I get to play with everything I
find underneath!"

"Yep, that's the part I like too!  Okay, I should be home at the regular
time if not a little early.  If I get home before you is there anything I
can do to help you with dinner?"

"Thanks Dad but nope, I set up the crockpot with the sauce while you were
in the shower so it's already ready and turned on for the day.  We bought
the kind of lasagna noodles that don't need to be pre-cooked, so all I have
to do when I get home is assemble everything and get the garlic bread ready
to go into the oven once the lasagna comes out.  Maybe if you would just
check to be sure there's room in the freezer for a dozen or so bottles of
beer we can do that when I get home as well.  Oh wait, there'll be plenty
of room once the garlic bread comes out"

He just looked at me and shook his head.  "There has got to be some way to
clone you Sean.  I just know I'd be sitting around in dirty shorts,
surrounded by empty pizza boxes and beer bottles if not for you.  Thank you
for helping out like this...well, just like you always do!"  He gave me a
big hug that included picking me up and swinging me around, then kissed me
a half a dozen times in quick succession before tousling my hair.  "Gotta
run Sean, I'll see you tonight!"

I yelled goodbye to him as he rushed out the door.  I looked at the clock
and realized I needed to get my butt in gear too if I didn't want to be
late for school.  I took a quick shower, got dressed then wolfed down some
cereal before rushing out the door myself.

                                                                * * * * * *
* *

When I got home from school that afternoon Dad was already home, as he
predicted.  He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom drying off after
having taken a shower, so I ran in and gave him a naked hug.  "You beat me
home Dad.  Is the lasagna all ready to go?"

He laughed at that.  "If you want me to make it it'll just end up as some
sort of macaroni pie.  With your sauce it would still taste great, but it
would look horrible!"

"Okay, then if you need me I'll be in the kitchen," I chuckled.

He hugged me to his chest again.  "Sean, I will always need you"

I looked up at him, my eyes watering a little.  He gave me a warm smile.
"Thanks Dad.  You already know how much I need you, and that's never gonna
change."

He leaned over and kissed the top of my head.  "Yep, we're a pretty awesome
team son.  And if my business goes belly-up I'm counting on you to invent
something and make us a few million dollars so we can join a country club
and goof off all day."

I turned my head into his hairy chest and blew a big raspberry on his skin.
"Your business is gonna be fine Pop, we'll see to that!  Not that I'm
discounting your request for a new invention...I'll work on that while you
get dressed and I take a shower.  I need to get this dinner cooking!"

He spun us around so I was in the bathroom, then he covered my head with
his wet towel and ran down the hall to his bedroom while I yelled at him.
I tossed his towel on the floor to pick up later, went into my bedroom to
strip off my clothes, and then went back to take a shower.  When I was
drying myself off I thought I heard the television and I figured he was
already kicking back in his chair with a beer.  Knowing I couldn't pull off
this dinner all by myself I stormed out to the living room to give him a
good talking to and almost ran right into Carl.

"Oh!  Hey Carl, long time no see!"  I started to walk towards him then
noticed the look on his face.  His eyes were wide and he seemed to be in
shock.  I heard Dad chuckling and looked over at him.  He tilted his head
and ran his eyes up and down my body then raised his eyebrows.  I looked
down and realized...shot!  I was still naked from the shower.  I looked
back at Carl to see him doing everything he could to try and keep his eyes
above my waist, but he was failing miserably.  "Oops," I giggled, then I
walked over to where Dad and I kept our spare set of shorts in case company
showed up during our 'nudist evenings' and pulled on the first pair I could
grab.  I hardly had them on when they immediately dropped down to my feet,
making my dick dangle in the air.  I looked down at them in surprise.

Dad laughed and walked over to me. "Um, I think those are mine Sean," he
said, reaching over to grab the other pair of shorts and handing them to
me.  I giggled again and stepped out of the pair on the floor and pulled
the other pair on.  I zipped up and fastened the button, looked down at
them, and then back up to Dad and Carl.

"Yep, you're right Dad, thanks!  Sorry for flashing you like that Carl.  I
guess it's a good thing we're all guys here huh?"  I then walked over and
gave Carl a big hug.  He practically saved my life after all, plus I
figured it would give him time to put his eyes back in their sockets.  He
hugged me back, and I could tell he'd gotten a little chubbed up in the
crotch during my little nudie show, especially when he pulled his lower
body away a little to keep from rubbing against me.  "Carl, I haven't seen
you in forever.  What's going on with that?"

"It's all my fault Sean," Dad said, coming to Carl's rescue.  "I've been
working everybody so hard that everyone just wants to go home to conk out
at night."

"Absolutely Sean.  When in doubt, I always blame your Dad," Carl said,
laughing.  "Now what can I do to help out here?"

"Well first you can promise to come over for dinner moe often.  Right now
tho, I could use some more hands in the kitchen for a little bit," I
answered, moving in that direction.

"Uh Sean," Dad said, stopping me with his hand.  "Did you want to put on
some more clothes?"  He flicked his eyes over to Carl really fast so I
would get what he was hinting at, but I was in a playful mood so I fended
him off.

"Nope, we're talking meat sauce here Dad.  It can get a little messy and if
it splatters on me it's much easier to wipe off my skin than it is to get
it to come out of a stained shirt.  I'm good!  Now, all hands on deck."

I went into the kitchen and set the oven to pre-heat.  I pulled out a sheet
pan and set it on the table and turned to Carl.  "Carl, if you would get
those packages of garlic bread out of the freezer and arrange the bread
here on this sheet pan I would really appreciate it.  Dad, would you please
take a half a stick of butter, put it in a glass measuring cup and melt it
in the microwave for me?"

Both men agreed to their assigned duties, so I grabbed two of the six-packs
of beer that Dad bought the night before and set the bottles in the freezer
where the garlic bread had been taking up space.  I set the timer for the
beer, then I started gathering everything together to assemble the lasagna.
I ladled some sauce on the bottom of each pan, then a layer of noodles,
followed by a layer of cheese.  I used three types of cheese in my lasagna
so each layer had its own flavor.  It all melted together very nicely.

I heard the microwave ding and Dad pulled out the melted butter.  I handed
him a small pastry brush and instructed him on how to brush the garlic
bread with the butter, and handed Carl a bottle of garlic seasoning to add
after the butter went on.  I thought the bread they sold in the stores was
never garlicky enough, but I warned him not to overdo it.  I turned back to
the counter to continue working on the lasagna until I heard some cursing
and giggling behind me.

I looked over to see that Dad had painted the end of Carl's nose with
butter, and Carl was trying to figure out what to use to remove it.  Dad
ran out of the kitchen to get away so I got Carl's attention and grabbed
his hand, dragging a finger through the meat sauce.  I indicated to him to
hide his hand behind his back.

"Here Carl, I'll wipe that off for you," I said in a loud voice.  "Dad, get
your butt back in here, this is your dinner I'm cooking and I still need
help!"

He slowly walked back in with a huge grin on his face, looking at Carl to
see if he was coming after him.  Carl just busied himself with the garlic
bread, but when Dad got close enough Carl's hand swung out and smeared the
sauce all over Dad's face.  Carl and I burst out laughing and braced for
the retaliation, but Dad just shook his head.  "Okay, you got me back,
although I think there was some collusion going in here."  I had to resist
leaning up and licking the sauce from Dad's face...I didn't think Carl was
quite ready to see THAT much of a show of affection.

The timer went off so Dad pulled the beer out of the freezer and switched
off with other bottles that were sitting in the fridge.  I was done with
the lasagna so I slid both pans in the oven, reset the timer for the beer
and set the oven timer for the lasagna.  Dad grabbed two of the cold beers
and a soda, handed Carl and me our respective drinks and we adjourned to
the living room.

Carl and I sat on the couch, but I sat on the end closest to Dad's chair so
Carl would kinda have to look at me while talking to Dad.  I don't know why
I was being such a flirt tonight, and I wasn't going to get carried away
with it, but I guess getting caught naked sort of turned me on a little.

I listened to the men talking about the business, and even though I was
trying to innocently look around to see if Carl was checking out my
shirtless body, I started to get drowsy and at some point fell asleep.  The
beer timer went off but I heard Dad get up to take the bottles out of the
freezer so I didn't even open my eyes.  Carl must have gone into the
kitchen with him because I felt the couch move when he got up and then
again when he sat back down.  The oven timer was louder however, and when
it went off I jumped.  Both guys chuckled at me and Dad reached over to pat
me on the head.  "Did you have a nice nap there son," he asked.

"Crap, how long was I asleep," I yawned.

"Well, about the length of time it took for the lasagna to bake, but you're
in charge of that so you need to get your little chef buns back in the
kitchen and tell us what else you need us to do."

I yawned again, stretched, then leaned over and put my head in Carl's lap.
I felt him freeze up for a moment but then he relaxed and patted me on the
shoulder.  Dad got up from his chair and pulled me to my feet, then swatted
my behind with a laugh.  "Your lasagna tastes much better when it isn't
burned Sean."

"Yikes!" I yelled and scurried into the kitchen.  I yanked the oven door
open and pulled out the pans.  The sauce was still bubbling on top and
everything was fine so I turned the oven down to a lower heat and slid in
the sheet of garlic bread.  Dad and Carl just stood there in the doorway
watching me since I had everything under control.

Dad came up from behind me and gave me a hug.  "It smells wonderful Sean,
I'm sure you've outdone yourself again.  The rest of the guys should be
here any minute though, so you best go get a shirt and some shoes on.
Carl's already seen you stark naked so he and I wouldn't mind, but the rest
of the guys don't need to see you wandering around like some street
urchin."  We all looked towards the door as we heard a truck pull up.
"There you go Sean, that's Jimmy's truck so get a move on."  He turned me
in the direction of my bedroom and with a slight push from him I headed off
to get dressed.

By the time I came back out to the kitchen everyone had arrived except one
guy.  Ryan had apparently arrived with Jimmy.  Jimmy was a little shorter
than my Dad but was otherwise a big bear of a man.  I imagined he could eat
one whole pan of the lasagna all by himself.  Ryan, on the other hand, was
a beanpole who didn't look like he ate anything at all.  I walked over and
shook both of their hands, although Jimmy drew me into one of his big hugs
he was famous for and I giggled at him.

Rafe was one of the new guys and had just walked in the door before I got
there.  He was taller than Dad, which was saying something, about the same
age though, and he was black with a well-groomed beard.  I walked over and
introduced myself and he engulfed my hand with a huge paw, giving me an
easy smile and commenting on how polite I was.

Everyone was checking out the lasagna and saying how hungry they were just
as Martin showed up.  He wasn't too much taller than me, medium build,
average-looking but had an odd look about him.  When I introduced myself to
him he held my hand for a little longer than I expected and gave me a
smirk.  I pulled my hand away and headed for the fridge to start passing
out the beer, but I was conscious of the fact that he hadn't said a
word...Dad had to tell me his name.  I handed everyone a beer and this time
Martin's smirk looked a bit condescending.  I wasn't at all sure what his
problem was, but I headed for the cupboard to get out plates and set them
on the table, then silverware and napkins.  I placed some pads on the table
then set the lasagna pans on top, inserting a spatula into each.  I opened
the oven and pulled out the bread, dropping it into a basket I had already
lined with a towel and placed that on the table as well.  We bought a
cherry pie at the store that I then slid into the over.  It didn't need to
bake, I just wanted to warm it up a little.

Everyone sat down and started to dig in.  I grabbed another plate and
dished out some food for myself, then I sat down on the floor with my back
to the kitchen wall since there weren't enough chairs.  I could have gone
into the living room but I didn't want to be left out of anything.

"Sean, come here and share my chair with me," Dad said.  "With all the
preparations we did for tonight we completely forgot to get another chair
for you."

"I'm fine right down here Dad, quite comfy actually.  It feels good to
stretch out my legs."  Some of the guys chuckled at me...except for Martin.
The smirk on his face came back and I had to look away, he was starting to
get in my nerves.

The guys ate and talked, and every so often I got up and redistributed beer
to anyone who'd run out.  When I replaced Martin's beer I could hear him
chuckle under his breath.  He reached out to grab the bottle before I could
let go of it and he rubbed his finger against my hand a couple of times.  I
pulled away and kept moving around the table, but my stomach twisted itself
into a knot.

I got it.

I knew exactly what that smirk and condescension was about.  He had decided
I was queer, maybe even Dad's little slave boy or something, and he was
making it known that he wanted some.  I tried to stay calm but inside I was
panicking.  I told myself there was no way I was getting him another beer,
and at that point I decided that if anyone wanted pie they could help
themselves, I wasn't gonna dish it out for them and run the risk of having
to get near him again.  I got myself another slice of lasagna and a soda
and went back to my spot on the floor, which unfortunately was right across
from where he was sitting.  I refused to look up at him.

I heard Dad chuckle and barely understood him when he told me that our
dreams of having lasagna leftovers had been dashed, there was none left.
Everyone except Martin told me how good it was, and Jimmy even offered to
pay me to cook for him once in a while until he could 'find him a woman'.
THAT made Martin laugh, a little too loudly, and I knew what he was
thinking.  Jimmy didn't need 'a woman' he just needed a fag like me to take
care of him.

Dad asked if anyone wanted pie so I got up and removed it from the oven.  I
put the pie and some small plates in front of him, handed him a knife and
told him he was in charge.  I don't know if it was what I said or the way
that I said it but he looked at me funny.  I knew that at any other time he
would have asked me what was wrong, but since we had company, I was sure it
would come up later and I was fine with that.

I asked everyone to pass their dirty plates down to me, making sure I was
nowhere near Martin when I asked.  I started to rinse off the dishes in the
sink to get them ready to load into the dishwasher later, cringing at the
idea that I was just feeding into Martin's idea of what my 'house duties'
were.  Dad and Carl helped clear off the table, handing me the used pie
dishes and silverware, then Dad got out all of his blueprints and
spreadsheets and spread them out over the table.

I finished up at the sink while the guys started going over the details of
their next bid, discussing what they thought was happening with the lower
bids and everything.  When I finished I grabbed myself a bottled water and
sat back in my spot on the floor.  Even though I would have been more
comfortable in on the couch with a book, I wanted to listen in on their
conversation, hoping maybe even I could help come up with an idea or
something.

After a while I noticed that Martin was the only person who wasn't taking
part in the conversation.  I also noticed something which I thought was
odd...he had what I thought was his cell phone on the chair between his
legs.  He wasn't paying any attention to it, but I really thought it was a
strange place to put it; the rest of the guys who had one either had them
in their pockets or on the table next to them.

I got up on the pretext of supplying more drinks to anyone who wanted one,
and this time I made a point of getting close to Martin.  I glanced down
between his legs and had to hold back a gasp.  He didn't have a cell phone
between his legs....he had a tape recorder!

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