Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2004 21:06:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike <willingmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY SON IN THE BAR
All the standard legal requirements, ramifications, and warnings apply. It
is purely a fictional story for your enjoyment, if you are of legal age to
read it, and all comments (and suggestions) should be sent to
willingmike@yahoo.com. Thanks.
MY SON IN THE BAR
by WillingMike
My name is Mike Harris and I'm 32 now, a 6' 3" big, burly, hairy
construction worker who likes his beers after a hard day at work...just
like most of my buddies. I like to head down to "The Frog" most nights
right after supper, and a lot of nights I'm there till closing. Maybe
that's the problem with my 15 year old son, Shawn (yeah, I know, I became
a Daddy damned early...got some girl knocked up in my senior year in high
school.) Anyway, I never did intend to marry her, and she hung on to
Shawn till he was 8, and then I guess she'd had enough 'cause she dropped
him off at my apartment one night and said she was taking off for
Chicago, thought she could finally get a life going for herself in a big
city like that and she deserved a life of her own, all that bullshit.
So there I was, a single 25 year old stud, suddenly saddled with the
responsibility of a little boy, and what the hell did I know about kids?
I kinda played the role as best I could, but I didn't want to change my
lifestyle or give up any of my habits, so Shawn has kind of been on his
own for the last 7 years. To tell the truth, I haven't paid much
attention to him till lately. Lately I've started noticing things.
Things like...well, every once in a while (not often enough, believe
me) I'll get lucky and some whore will show up at "The Frog" (that's the
friendly neighborhood bar, by the way, if you hadn't figured that out.)
Just usually a bunch of rough guys like me enjoying our beers and
swapping stories and shit like that...a real loose, laid-back atmosphere,
and if a broad does happen to wander in some nights, all us dudes know
why she's there, and we all may end up getting a blow job back in a dark
corner. A few gals have even been gang-banged on the pool table in the
back room, and Joe, the owner/bartender, doesn't give a damn what goes on
in there as long as his customers are kept happy and satisfied, you know?
So anyway, what I've noticed about Shawn is this...he's a well built
little fucker, sort of a minor version of me other than he's smooth where
I'm hairy. And his package looks pretty sizeable when I've got a look at
it in the shower, maybe wouldn't match up to my 9 thick inches yet, but
I'll bet it's close, and will get there eventually. His best attribute,
I've got to say, is his smooth bubble butt, which is shaped really big
and impressive just like mine...except mine is hairy, like I said. And
with all the compliments I've had on mine through the years...even joking
among the guys at "The Frog" on how "fuckable" I look some nights (when
they're really horny, I guess) I would think Shawn would have girls
following him all around the place with their tongues hangin' out.
Everyone knows how broads like a nice male butt.
But that's what confuses me. Shawn has never had a girlfriend, and
doesn't even act like he's interested. He's not into sports either, like
I always was, though he seems to have a lot of jock buddies. Lots of
times when I get home from work there will be three or four of the high
school basketball or football players come streamining out of his room,
speaking to me briefly on their way out the door to finally make their
way home after school. But if I try to talk to Shawn about sports or his
buddies, he just clams up, never even mentions their names, just says
something like "Just some guys from school," and that's it. No details
and definitely no hint of what any of those jocks have in common with a
quiet bookworm like him.
Yep, real confusing, and I'd like to get closer to Shawn and bring
him out a little bit more, buddy up with him, you know? So that's where
I got the idea to haul Shawn along with me one night to "The Frog,"
figuring if he was around a bunch of real men, he'd start to come out of
his shell and become more masculine. And, hell, it might even be one of
those nights when a broad wandered in feeling real "generous," and I
might even get Shawn laid!
So I bring it up to him, and he just laughs...says "Hell, Dad, I'm
only 15...they won't let me in there!" And I said "You leave that to
me. I know old Joe real well, and I'm sure one of his best customers, so
I can handle that." So reluctantly he agreed to tag along, but he threw
on a pair of old ripped jeans (that were too tight for him, must have
been some he was wearing when he was 13 or something) plus a tight white
T-shirt...said he didn't want to look over-dressed or out of place. And
off we went.
I saw a bunch of my buddies when we walked in and yelled out to a
couple of them. Everyone looked at Shawn kind of strange, like they
wondered what a kid was doing in there, so I headed right over to the bar
and leaned in to talk to Joe. I explained that it was time for my kid to
grow up a little and I thought hangin' around the place would be good for
him...was it ok? Joe looked the kid over real good and then said "Hell,
I guess so...'cept, Mike, you know he can't sit up here at the bar.
Christ, I'd get in deep shit if the cops walked in. Tell 'ya what, sit
him down at that table right around the corner there...next to the
restroom door. You can still see him from here and he can take in the
whole room, but he ain't right up at the bar, you know? Hell, I'll even
pour a beer into one of these plastic cups so nobody knows what he's
drinkin."
I told Shawn the score and he sat down at the table. I slipped him
the plastic cup, and he kind of got pink in the face, but he didn't turn
it down! I told him I knew I could count on Joe, he was a great
guy...and about that time Joe walked over to the table.
"You Shawn, right?" Joe shook his hand, and smiled as he looked him
up and down. "Well, if I gotta have a teen-ager in here, I guess I at
least got one who looks like a man, not some little kid. Hell, you're
built a lot like your old man, which ain't no bad deal...I guess." Shawn
blushed again, but said "Thanks, sir. You're well built yourself."
I looked over at Joe and he was just smiling at Shawn. I noticed
that even though Joe is probably ten years older than me, he really has
stayed in shape. Big burly arms on him and a solid six pack, plus I
happen to know he's got a humongous dick on him, probably even bigger
than mine, 'cause I saw it in action one night when he dropped trou like
the rest of us and joined in one of those gang-bangs on the pool table I
was talking about!
Shawn had drained his plastic cup of beer real quick while we were
standing there shooting the shit, so Joe said "Listen, Mike, there's Ron
and a couple of other regulars up there at the bar...why don't you go
plop yourself down on your usual stool and I'll get Shawn here some more
beer. What the hell, he's a growing boy, right?" he chuckled as he looked
down at the obvious bulge in Shawn's jeans. I realized where he was
looking, and quickly said "I don't know why he threw on those old jeans,
hell, way too tight on him the way he's been shooting up lately." And
Joe said "Yeah, sure is shooting up...I mean, they do shoot up about this
age. Hey, let me grab some beer, like I said, and then since this is your
first time here, why don't I take you on a tour of the place, Shawn? I
mean, not much to see, but there's a little kitchen in the back and a
little room where I can get a nap if I need to, plus the cellar where I
keep extra beer and wine, you know?"
Shawn smiled and said "Thanks, sir, I'd enjoy that." Joe and I
headed back to the bar and I said "Joe, that's damned nice of you. You
don't have to go to that much trouble," and said "Hell, no big deal at
all. You just sit down there with Ron and I'll pour you a beer, grab
another one for Shawn, and show the kid around the place. Gotta line up
my next generation of customers, right?" he chuckled. "Plus, that's a
great kid, I can just tell...something about him...he's really special, I
think I'll enjoy getting to know him better..."
"Well, thanks again, Joe. Hey, Ron, how the hell you hanging,
buddy?" I kidded one of my fellow construction workers, Ron, as I sat
down next to him at the bar.
"Great, Mike, great...horny as usual, no relief in sight," he
joked, "but basically great. Hey, that your kid?"
"Yeah, Shawn, kid is kinda shy and bookworm type you know? So I
thought he needed to be exposed to some male atmosphere, would do him
good."
"Yeah, why not?" Ron replied, then thanked Joe for the beers put in
front of us. "Hey," he laughed, "what's the occassion? You're handing
them out two at a time?" I noticed I had two in front of me, too.
"Well, I know you'll drink 'em...plus I'm gonna take Mike's kid on a
little tour of the place, didn't know how long I'd be gone." I was
taking a swig of my Bud when I noticed a funny smile exchanged between
Joe and Ron. Seemed kind of strange, but I just shrugged it off as Joe
went over to Shawn's table with a new plastic cup in his hand.
Ron turned and took another long look at Shawn, and kept that smile
on his face as he saw Shawn quickly rise and start walking toward the
back of the bar with Joe's big beefy hand planted firmly on the kid's
back.
Turning back to me, he said "Shawn, right? I mean, that's your kid's
name, right? And do you spell it S-h-a-w-n, not S-e-a-n?"
"Yeah," I responded, "how did you know that? You haven't met him
before, have you?"
"Oh, no...nah, I don't think so. But, I don't know, it just kind of
rang a bell. I've got a high school football player named Jimmy Little
working for me part time now on that job over on Carlson. Funny name for
the kid, "Little," 'cause there ain't nothing little about him. He's
a big hunk of a kid. But anyway, almost seems like he mentioned a Shawn
one time. Would they be friends?"
"Yeah, I guess it's possible. Tell the truth, there are usually a
lot of jocks who come home from school with Shawn about every day. They
must study together or play computer games in Shawn's room, I guess,
'cause they all get out of there pretty fast once I get home from work.
But Shawn never tells me much...I didn't even know those dudes by name,
just to say "hi" when they file out of his room. I mean, most of them
seem like nice guys, and you can tell they're all real jocks the way
they're built. Though, hell, Shawn is actually built like a brick shit
house himself, for a guy, I mean. But he's not into sports at all
hisself."
"Yeah...yeah, I noticed the kid is built well," Ron said in kind of
a soft voice, taking another swig of his beer. Then he turned to me and
laughingly said "Noticed he has a typical Harris ass on him, a real
bubble butt like his old man, right?"
I knew he was just kidding around, so I laughed and replied "Yeah,
the Family Butt! 'Cept his is smooth as a baby. not hairy like my big ol'
ass!"
"Yeah...smooth, I heard." Ron was muttering again, then seemed to
catch himself. "I mean, I guessed it would be, his age and all. Pretty
young, right?"
"Fifteen," I replied.
"yeah, that would be about right. Jimmy Little is sixteen...the kid
I was talking about. Yeah, I'll have to check that out with Jimmy...see
if it was your Shawn he was talking about. I have a feeling it was," he
smiled.
"Well, I hope he said good things about Shawn," I said, glancing
over at him...and it looked like he blushed a little! "Oh, yeah, Mike,
real good things. Sounded REAL good," Ron quickly replied.
About that time a couple of big towering black guys walked in and
plopped down on stools next to Ron. Ron and I had both started on our
second beers by then, and one of the new men asked "Hey, where's Joe? We
need a beer, got our rig parked in back and we've been on the road too
damned long!"
"Oh," Ron quickly piped up "He had to take care of some business in
the back...uh...he shouldn't be too much longer, I guess. Uh, hey we're
all family around here, hell, Joe won't care, I'll grab you a couple of
beers and you can settle up with him when he's through with...uh, you
know, when he gets back up here. Whatcha guys drinking?"
They both wanted Miller's, and Ron knew right where they were in the
cooler, so they soon had their bottles sitting in front of them. After a
few swigs, the conversation was going on pretty well between all of us,
but still no sign of Joe and Shawn, and I began to wonder what the hell
was taking them so long. Ron seemed to be aware that I was kind of
looking around, and quickly hopped back behind the bar. "Hey, Mike, let
me grab us a couple more Buds. Joe won't care."
Tyrone, one of the black truck drivers, said "Well, I gotta go take
me a piss. Hey, do they still have that big glory hole in the
stall between the pisser and the shitter in the john?"
I laughed and said, "Yeah, for all the good it is. Don't remember
it being in service for one hell of a long time. Couple of times we've
snuck some bitch in there to sit on the toilet and suck us off through
the hole, but damn, I can't even remember the last time...and there's no
damned broads in here tonight. Too bad, too, 'cause I was kinda hoping
I'd get Shawn laid tonight, thought it might make a man out of him!"
Ron turned to me and gave me kind of a funny look, saying "Did you
really? I mean, you thought he wanted....well, yeah, who knows?" Then he
turned to Willie, the other truck driver who came in with Tyrone, and
said in a low voice "Who knows...it might get a work-out tonight after
all, from...someone."
Willie perked right up and didn't keep his voice down at all when he
said "Sheee-it, man, I hope so. I need to drop a load BAD!"
Ron replied, still in kind of a low voice which I thought was
strange, "Well, hang around till Joe gets back...I have a feeling
that..." and about that time Joe came bustling back in behind the bar.
He looked flushed and I noticed that his shirt was pulled out of his
pants in the back, and when he turned his back to us for a second, it was
obvious he was zipping up his pants. Then he turned around and
immediately started talking in a loud voice, "Hey, new customers! Sorry,
guys, I got...I was...kind of tied up for a minute there. Uhhh, so...who
needs what?"
Ron and I both turned at the same time to see that Shawn was sitting
back down at the little table next to the restroom, and then Ron smiled
at Joe and said "No sweat, Joe, everyone has been taken care of. Well,
beers have been handed out, anyway, and we can all settle up with you now
that you're...uhhh...not busy any more."
Joe just smiled at Ron, not glancing at me, but in a real jovial
voice he said, "Oh, hell, beers so far are on me...I'm in a good mood
tonight!"
Ron smiled right back at him, and said "Oh, I bet you are. Yep.
Right?"
Joe just nodded, and replied "Right." Then they exchanged those
funny little smiles again, which I found really weird.
About that time Tyrone walked out of the john and stopped dead at
seeing Shawn sitting at the table there. I couldn't hear what was being
said, but there seemed to be some good-natured conversation between them,
and I was surprised that Shawn, who I thought was so shy, was smiling
broadly and nodding his head a lot. Joe, Ron, Willie and I were all four
taking in the exchange between my son and the black trucker, when Joe
suddenly said, "Oh, shit, I almost forgot to get Shawn some more beer.
I'm sure he needs another one."
"What the hell took you guys so long, by the way?" I turned and
asked Joe.
Joe finally looked directly at me and, I swear to God, he blushed,
and stammered, "Oh, that's a great boy you got there, Mike. Shawn
is...he's very...well, he had a lot of questions about...about
everything. Wanted to know how everything...works. So I, I, showed him a
lot of things."
At that, Ron laughed out loud, and I shot him a questioning look.
He caught himself, and quickly said, "Oh, Willie here just said something
funny. Got me choked up, sorry." And the look that he then got from
Willie was just as blank and questioning as mine had been. And Joe seemed
to blush even more, as he poured another beer into a plastic cup for Ron.
Tyrone walked back to the bar about that time, and Ron said "Hey,
Joe, give me that beer for ol' Mike's son, I gotta use the john myself
and I'll drop it off at his table on my way."
That brought a quick look from Tyrone, who said "That's your son?"
"Yeah...nice lookin' kid, ain't he?" Ron said as he scooted off his
bar stool with Shawn's beer in hand.
"Oh, yeah! Yeah!" Tyrone was looking at me, and seemed a little
bit embarrassed. "Uh...yeah, bright boy, had a good conversation with
him, I just didn't know...uhh...well, obviously got quite a boy there,
Mike." Then he settled onto his stool and leaned in toward Willie and
started whispering real low. I couldn't hear a word he said, but
Willie's eyebrow shot up and his mouth fell open a little.
I glanced back just as Ron was setting the glass of beer on Shawn's
table. Shawn looked up and smiled broadly at him, and then it looked
like Ron used his head to motion toward the bathroom door.
About that time, Joe got my attention by loudly saying "Hell, Mike,
you need another beer. Haven't meant to ignore you, here..." and he
slammed another Bud in front of me. Then he leaned in and said a little
lower, "Listen ALL your drinks...and Shawn's of course...are on the house
tonight. Hell, you're one of my best customers, Mike, plus, hell, this
is a big night, introducing your son to all of us, right?"
"Well, thanks, Joe. I'm surprised Shawn is fitting in so well,
but...." and then I glanced back to the table. Shawn wasn't sitting
there any more, just his glass of beer.
Tyrone glanced back at the same time, and then started to lift his
massive body off his stool. "Go ahead and get me another Miller, Joe...I
gotta take a piss."
Before he caught himself, Willie said "Hell, I thought you just
took a leak!" Then he suddenly smiled, and I could barely hear him, but
I think he said "They may have the door locked." I looked back as Tyrone
was striding purposefully toward the restroom again, and I would have
sworn I heard Joe whisper to Willie, "Lock don't work no how...."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Note: Don't mean to disappoint anyone, but I needed to get all the
background and build-up out of the way before the real action gets
started. Hope you will tune in for Chapter Two, and enjoy the Ride that
follows this chapter. Meantime, I welcome all comments and suggestions
at willingmike@yahoo.com