Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2012 14:02:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Toby <tobysurfer@yahoo.com>
Subject: My summer with Dad / Chapter 5

With the rollaway bed long gone and me in the sack every night with Dad
really made the time fly by fast. I was getting use to not only Dads cock
to drain at my disposal, but I really liked cuddling up with him and
falling asleep at night. My mind was racing that morning about how life for
the two of us was going to be when we returned home. I had a few weeks left
before school started, but like all summers towards the end I really wanted
more time. Now that I was getting a daily dose of Dads cum, I wanted to
work out how much cock time at home I would be getting.

Dad was snoring and we had about an hour before we would have to rush to
the job site. Dad was facing the wall with his back up against me. I slide
my hand under the covers and rubbed his butt, he had the hardest ass, solid
muscle covered in thick black hair and I loved touching it when he was
asleep. I put my finger in his crack and felt around his hairy hole, it was
so much different than my own smooth hairless hole. Dads snoring stopped
and he sighed and said "I feel you Buddy".  I asked if he liked it and he
responded "not specially". I pulled away and hugged him tightly and
whispered "I love you". I love you too, Son.

Dad said "you know Buddy; things are going to be different when we get back
home". Yes Sir, I was just thinking about that. Dad was quite for a few
minutes so I asked, we can still have fun at home, right Dad? I don't think
that's a good idea Son, you know in the same house as your Mom. Well, we
can fool around in my room, Mom doesn't need to even know and we can work
it around Moms crazy work schedule, and...... I was rambling on when Dad
said "we'll see, maybe you will find a boyfriend your own age and can mess
around all you want with him". Will you join us, I asked? Dad laughed and
said "absolutely not, and don't you ever tell anyone about our time
together here". Yes Sir, I said.

We just laid there till it was time to get up and get going, I like the
morning sex the best, but Dad had fucked me good and hard twice the night
before, once face down, then with me on my back with my legs up in the air,
and shot cum inside me both times. I figure he was tired. We grabbed some
breakfast and drove to the job site. Once there I saw a big black truck
jacked up with those monster tires with dark windows and fog lights on the
top waiting in the construction area. Dad had built a chain length fence
area with equipment locked up and this truck was parked right in front. A
really young man stepped out and flagged us down. Dad rolled the window
down and said "can I help you"? Yes Sir, I'm Kenny, my Dad is Jonathon
Abrams the irrigation contractor, he must have beaten me here, but I don't
know where he would be. Well, your Dad would be back somewhere in the back
greens. Kenny, this is my Son Buddy, he can show you where your Dad

 is. Buddy, you don't mind showing Kenny around? No I don't mind, I said
and jumped out and shook Kenny's hand and said "I'm Mike, my Dad calls me
Buddy". Pleasure Kenny said and off we went in his truck. Kenny was short
like me except he was stocky and thick and had dark shaved hair.

Nice truck I said. It's my older brother Johns truck, we call him
J.R. Yeah, and I noticed "J.R." written on the tailgate. He lets me drive
it now that I got my license.  I asked, "How long have you been driving"?
Two months, the day I turned 16 I went straight to the DMV and got my
license. How old are you Buddy.....or Mike? You can call me Buddy if you
want, I'm 14, and I'll be 15 soon. I'm going to get my license the minute I
turn 16 too! 14? What the fuck are you working for? I got into some trouble
and my Mom works crazy hours, so I tag along with my Dad. Yeah, my Dad made
me start working with him this summer; I'm ready for school to start!
That's because you have your license. When school starts are you going to
get to drive this truck? No, J.R. is leaving for college soon and of course
he will take his truck, it used to be my Dads and Dad got a new one so
J.R. could have this for school. Nice present, I hope I get a car

 when I turn 16, I said.

I told Kenny where to turn and we found his Dad hard at work. We jumped out
of the truck and his Dad went off on Kenny. "Where the fuck you been you
lazy bastard, the day is almost over"? Kenny started to stutter and I
stepped in and said "he was with me and my father, Sir". Who the fuck are
you, he grumbled. This is Buddy, the general contractor's son, Kenny
Stuttered. Yes Sir, my Dad was going over some things for me to do today,
so I couldn't show Kenny where you were right away. He calmed down and
barked at Kenny to get a shovel and get busy. I went with him and got my
own shovel. Kenny and I were digging lines and he whispered "thanks". Your
welcome, is he always like that? Yes, he's a fucking hard ass Kenny
whispered. I laughed out loud and his Dad turned and yelled "get busy". Yes
Sir, we both said. The day was hot and Kenny took his shirt off and I
couldn't help to notice how muscular he was and had black hair running

 down his stomach all the way and disappeared in his jeans. He caught my
eye and I said you're in good shape. I'm a wrestler and Dad makes me and
J.R. work out all the time. You're a skinny little thing he said smiling at
me. Yeah, I'm a surfer, I said. What's with the hair? He stopped shoveling
and pulled my ponytail. I don't know; guys back home wear it this
way. Well, makes you look really pretty and he blew me a kiss. Fuck you, I
said. He laughed and said "you wouldn't make it one day in my school"! We
don't have no surfers, just football jocks and wrestlers and a few pot
heads and geeks like all schools, but no boy as Purdy as you, he said in a
thick southern accent. I stopped shoveling and stood up straight. I'm just
fucking with you Kenny said smiling.

We ran what felt like miles of irrigation pipes when Dad came pulling up
honking. He jumped out of the truck and said "Lunch time Boys". Hey John
how are you Dad asked? They chatted awhile and Mr. Abrams told Kenny he
could go to lunch with us if he wanted. Cool I said and Kenny went to get
his shirt, Dad looked at me and smiled and winked and whispered I see you
checking him out. I blushed and went to the truck and got in the middle and
Dad and Kenny got in. It was all small talk on the ride to lunch and I
asked Kenny why his Dad skipped lunch and he said it makes him sick to eat
in the heat, he just drinks Gatorade for lunch. At the Diner I made sure to
sit with Dad so I could look at Kenny. We talked and talked, mostly about
school and Kenny's wrestling accomplishments, he had out done his older
brother in sports, but J.R. had the brains and got into a great
college. Back at the site I could see why Mr. Abrams skips lunch, digging
pipe lines

 in the sun after a big lunch sucks. I asked Mr. Abrams if we could knock
off at 3pm and Kenny and I could play some pool. To my surprise he said yes
because he would need to leave and get some more supplies and said we could
bolt as soon as we finished the line we were on. Kenny and I knocked fists,
said sweet and started digging like hell to get out of there.

We got into the clubhouse and soaked in the AC. Since the county club was
closed Kenny still had his shirt off and his jeans were sweat soaked in the
front and back. Where's the head he asked? This way I said. We got to the
urinals and Kenny unzipped and flopped out his big pecker and shook it and
started peeing. I glanced over and took a peak, his eyes were shut and he
let out a big sigh and said ahh the AC feels so good. And turned and caught
me looking at his dick. I quickly turned away and finished peeing. Kenny
was at the sink washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face. I
went over and did the same and took off the rubber band holding my
ponytail, the water felt so good on my hot sun-soaked face. We were drying
our hands on paper towels when Kenny balled up his paper towel and pitched
it in the waste basket like he was a basketball player and said "two
points". Then said come here and was motioning with his index finger to get

 closer. What I asked? Come here..... I stepped closer and he took his hand
on my hand and rubbed my hand on his sweat soaked crotch. I tried to pull
my hand back, but he had a good grip and leaned forward and with his other
hand and ran his fingers through my hair. I was breathing hard and my mouth
was wide open and he put his lips near my ear and whispered "you wanna suck
my dick". All I could do was nod yes.

He pulled me to the last stall which was the handicapped stall and leaned
against the wall and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. I locked the
door and walked over and went to kiss him, he pulled back and said "I ain't
no damn fag, I'm not gonna kiss you". So, I got on my knees and put his
sweaty balls in my mouth. They tasted so salty and I licked his mushroom
shaped head. He was rock hard in no time and grew to a good 7 inches and
was nice and thick in width. Kenny had both hands in my hair guiding my
head back and forth moaning yes..... I heard the door open and stopped and
looked up at Kenny and he had a finger over his mouth saying shh! Then we
heard Mr. Abrams talking loudly on his cell phone ordering supplies, and
then I heard him pissing and zipped up and flushed and walked right out. We
were quite for a few seconds then both of us burst out laughing.  I went
right back to sucking and Kenny was smaller than Dad, so I was able to

 deep throat his cock with no problems and he was pumping hard and then
boom, squirted hot cum down my throat and I drank him dry. He said panting
"that was fucking awesome". Thanks I said.

We never got to playing pool, after his blow job he left and I wondered if
he was embarrassed and regretful. The next day I told Dad I wanted to help
out again with the irrigation and he said "I bet you do" and smiled at me.
I went straight out to the greens and found Kenny and his Dad working and
another guy, I guessed he was J.R. He looked like Kenny and his Dad except
taller and bigger than the two of them with slightly longer black hair and
a hairy chest. Hi, I said. Kenny stopped working and said Buddy this is my
brother J.R. I held out my hand to shake and he just about broke my hand
shaking and said "pleasure". I jumped right in and helped working. By noon
we were finished with the task at hand and Mr. Abrams said "ok boys, pack
it up were going to the next job". You're done, I asked? Yeah for the day
he said, we will be back later in the week when the next section is ready
for us. Kenny said goodbye, J.R. said nothing and off

 they went. I yelled for Kenny and asked if he could give me a ride back to
the club house. He looked at J.R. and he just nodded up and
down. Mr. Abrams left in his van and we loaded up in the black monster, I
got in the middle and J.R. drove and Kenny to my right. It was quite for a
minute, and then J.R. said to Kenny, you should invite Buddy to the track
this weekend. Kenny spoke up and said "we go mudden on weekends" you want
to come with us? Sure I said, what's mudden? We take J.R.'s truck out in
the woods with some other guys and run the trucks, some bring dirt
bikes. It's all guys from J.R's grade and few older. Ok, count me in I
said.

The end of the week I ran out to the greens, but found nobody. I went back
and found Dad and he said that the next section wasn't ready, so he guessed
Mr. Abrams and Kenny would be back Monday or Tuesday. I was so disappointed
and told Dad that I was supposed to go with them over the weekend to go
mudden. Dad just shrugged his shoulders and I went to the game room and
played some pool by myself.  I was bored and was on my last game when Kenny
popped in the game room and said "I can't stay long, I gotta get back to
work, but wanted to know where I pick you up tomorrow"? Here will be fine,
what time? 9 or 10, he said. Cool I said. See you then out front tomorrow,
is it ok with your Dad he asked? Yes, he won't care, what time will we be
back? Dark, so tell your Dad. Great I said. Kenny left and I was so happy
to get to do something other than work at the country club.

I was up and out early and Dad told me to have fun in the trucks, but not
to get on the dirt bikes at all.  Ok I said and waited out front for
Kenny. The black truck pulled up about 9:15 and J.R. was driving with Kenny
and I got in the middle and off we went. We drove for a good hour and this
was north Florida and the roads were getting hilly. I asked questions about
what the race was like and J.R. said they go around the track a few times
and usually the winner is the one who doesn't get stuck in the mud. Kenny
asked J.R. who all was going to be there. J.R. said, well six confirmed,
but maybe more.  We turned off the main road and went on a dirt road, we
road for miles, and J.R. said, "Kenny tells me you're a good
cocksucker". My heart sank and I didn't respond. Kenny spoke up and said
"he's great". We then turned off the dirt road and were bouncing around in
the truck for a while and I was getting a sick feeling I made a big mistake

 coming here.

We finally came up on the tracks and I counted five big trucks all as tall
and big as J.R.'s truck. One had a big rebel flag flying in the back. J.R
honked and I counted 10 guys hanging around the trucks and saw no
girls. J.R said, cool they all made it.  Kenny said "oh this is going to be
fun". We stopped the truck and got out and the guys started whistling and
hollering. I looked at Kenny and asked him "why did you do this to me"?
Kenny just looked at J.R. and laughed.  J.R said "let me introduce you,
everyone this is the faggot"! They all roared in laughter.  I saw one of
the trucks had a keg of beer on the tailgate and they were all drinking
from red Dixie cups. Way past the trucks I saw a large tent set up under a
big tree and I started shacking with nerves. J.R. Looked at me and said
"you know I'm going first". I just stared right through him and didn't
respond. J.R. shouted "ok boys this is how it's going to be, I got

 straws all cut different lengths" come pull your straws out and the
longest goes with me first in the tent. Smallest straw goes last.

The crowed all cheered and pulled straws, one by one they were all picked
and a big red-headed boy had the longest straw. Whoa, Big Red you go in
with me first J.R. said. Let me get a beer before we start. All the other
guys were comparing straws and deciding the order they would be in. I
looked at Kenny and said "you can make this stop if you want to". Kenny
laughed and said "I don't want to". He and another guy gave each other high
fives. He said I will get you a beer if you want? Yes, please I said. I
figured I better get a buzz on quick because I had no idea what was
next. Kenny handed me my beer and I chugged it down fast. I thought about
running, but I didn't even know where to run to and I'm sure they would
catch me 12 against 1 I had no chance and decided just to get through
this. I didn't think I was in real danger because my Dad knew I was with
them and would kill them if something terrible happened.

J.R. was on his second beer and walked over and said "let's getter
done". Strip boy! I just stood there frozen. J.R. yelled, Jimbo, strip that
little faggot. The red headed guy walked over and I said...ok ok ok and I
took my shirt off and started crying, I was so mad at myself for crying,
but I couldn't help it. I pulled my shoes off and my socks and pulled my
pants off and stood there. Panties too J.R. barked! I pulled my briefs off
and stood there naked as they all made their cat calls. Walk your ass up to
that tent and wait for us, J.R. said sternly. I slowly walked up the hill
to the tent and crawled in. They had a few old dirty sleeping bags on the
floor and some rope curled up in a ball. I just sat there and waited. A
good half hour passed and I could smell BBQ smoke in the air.

J.R. and Big Red came in and both had their shirts off and no shoes or
socks. Big Red was holding two boards in his hand. Move your ass over
there, J.R. pointed to the corner of the tent. I sat in the corner while
the two of them arranged the sleeping bags, he rolled one up into a big
roll and placed it in the middle and spread out the other two flat. He
grabbed the rope and I said "the wont be necessary, I won't fight
you". J.R. said "Bitch, am I talking to you, like you could fight me"? You
little fucking faggot! Now get over here and shut the fuck up! I walked
over and J.R. pushed me down hard on the ground and said "down on your
stomach". I lied down with the rolled up sleeping bag under my stomach and
I felt one of the boards positioned between my legs at my ankles and he
wrapped the rope tight around my ankles and the board holding my legs apart
and tied in place. Next he came around and had me push my arms straight out
and put the

 other board between my wrists holding my arms apart and tied them
down. J.R. stripped and I saw his cock bounce up and down. He sat down on
his knees and pushed the board down and said "suck Punk"! He put his cock
in my mouth and I sucked hard, he soon was rock hard and face fucking
me. He pulled out without cumming.

Red you're up J.R. barked. Big Red came over, he was already naked and
stroking his cock. He had a long white uncut cock with a fire red bush and
saggy balls. He stuck his cock in my mouth and I went to work sucking. I
felt J.R. behind me; I stopped sucking big red and said "what are you
doing"? Bitch am I talking to you? J.R. pulled my ponytail hard and pushed
my head back down and I opened and Big Reds put his cock back in my
mouth. I felt J.R.'s cock head pushing against my hole and with one big
push he popped in; I pulled Big Reds cock out and screamed as loud as I
could. The pain was so intense; he used no lube and was fucking me hard and
dry. HELP ME, I screamed at the top of my lungs! I heard the crowed outside
roar with laughter.  J.R. laid all of his weight on me and cupped his hand
over my mouth and fucked me harder and harder. I started crying
hysterically and he just kept going faster, and then yelled "I'm fucking
that faggot".

 Big Red was stoking his cock still on his knees in front of me smiling and
rocking his head like he was listening to music. J.R. Barked, Red get
something to put in his mouth! He left the tent.

Big Red came back in the tent and pushed a rag in my mouth and duck taped
it on. J.R. said that's better and put both hands on my hips and pulled me
backwards and up closer and was fucking me like a jackhammer, then I felt
him cum inside of me and he yelled "I'm fucking cumming in this faggot"!
Yeah, I'm next Big Red roared! J.R. lay on my back and was sweaty and
panting catching his breath. He pulled out and my hole throbbed and
burnt. Next Big Red was inside of me fucking me hard and I closed my eyes
and endured the pain. It wasn't near as painful, I guess J.R's cum was like
lube. I opened my eyes and saw another guy naked stroking his cock
grinning. This went on for hours and I just laid there motionless waiting
for the last guy to cum in me. I looked up to see Kenny in front of me
stroking his cock waiting for his turn. He said "I'm next Faggot, but
J.R. wants a second time, like some of the other guys got". I gave him a
hateful

 look and he just laughed. I wondered how many guys actually went more than
once; I lost count several fucks ago.

Kenny shot his load and pulled out. I laid there still tied down crying and
J.R. came back in and fucked me harder than the first time and it took him
twice as long to cum as before. This time he pulled the bag out from under
me and lay flat on top of me and sucked the back of my neck biting
occasionally.  Finally he shot his load in me and it was over. He untied me
and said "we have some water out in the truck for you to wash up".  I
stayed in the tent for a while and let the cum drip from my ass onto the
sleeping bag, when I got up there was a puddle of cum. I was dizzy and sore
and got up and went outside and was blinded by the sun light. Once my eyes
adjusted I noticed all the trucks and guys were gone except J.R. and
Kenny. I staggered over to the truck and guzzled down some
water. J.R. handed me another large bucket of water and a towel and said
"clean yourself up, faggot"! I splashed water on my face and took a Dixie
cup and poured cup

 after cup over my head and showered off.  I tried to wash the best I
could; I was shaking and asked "what time is it"? We've been fucking you
about 6-7 hours. Don't worry; we should get back before dark.

I used all the water and pissed and got my clothes back on. I asked J.R. if
I could ride home in the back of the truck and he said "yes, faggot"! I
climbed into the back and leaned against the cab and curled up in a ball, I
didn't want to be near them. The bumpy ride out was killing my ass, once we
hit the dirt road it was better. We got to the hotel about dark and I
crawled out of the truck and looked at both of them and said "go to hell
you fucking bastards"! They both just laughed and Kenny gave me the finger
and they drove off. I went into the room and Dad was asleep on the little
sofa, so I snuck into the shower and took a long hot shower and used the
shampoo to get the duct tape glue off my face. I got out and put a t-shirt
and underwear on and went to bed, Dad got up and turned the lights out and
got in bed and asked, have fun? I said, no it's not my idea of fun. I
rolled over and went to sleep.