Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 17:23:47 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 10

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 10

(Fiction/fantasy, teen/high school romance, incest)

JJ continued to work hard during his first week of work.  His mood
lightened after that first night.   The rest of the holiday week went
by without any more confrontations.  I had to trust him and hoped he
wouldn't let me down with his shoplifting habit.  I still worried
about him potentially shoplifting again at in the store.  I would get
nervous if I saw a bulge in his pocket at times.  Every time it would
turn out to be just a box cutter or black marker.

On New Year's Eve, Jeff went to Alex's house to a party hosted by his
parents at their home in the city.  Alex was "out" to them and he told
them that "a date" was coming over.  Jeff put his new clothes on and
had his hair styled up the new way Dean had suggested.  He kind of
looked like a model--slim and stylish, cute but not perfect.   Neither
of us had perfect teeth.  On him, it didn't detract from his good
looks.  I took a pic of him before he left and sent it to Dean.  I
texted, "Good job you did on bubba!"

Jeff came back home before midnight and was in a weird mood.  When I
grilled him about it later, he told me that Alex had invited other
guys too...other online hook up buddies.  He wanted them to have a group
scene.  The whole thing was supposed to happen while Alex's parents
were drunk downstairs in their own party downstairs.  Jeff had been
under the impression that it was a special date between the two of
them--sort of a "second chance" after their first bad experience.

We had waited to talk about it after midnight.  Once JJ was in bed and
dad was dozing on the couch, I found Jeff in his room playing video
games with headphones on.  The music was so loud I could hear it
clearly from the headphones without being close to him.  He jumped
when I touched his bare shoulder.  He was naked; sitting with his legs
crossed, and had a blanket over his lap.

"You okay dude?" I asked and rubbed his shoulders.

He put the game on pause.

"How did you find someone decent and I keep finding these flakes?  The
first one was a closeted wimp...this one is a big time slut.  I cut my
goddamn hair off for him!"

My hands slid down his back and massaged it.  He fell back against my
chest causing me to recline against the beaten, old headboard.  He
rested his head on my shoulder.  The close contact made my dick
instantly rise.  It was the typical reaction of my dick when making
body contact with him.   Feeling my dick press into his back, he
rolled over and grabbed it.  He moved his mouth on it and began
sucking.  I closed my eyes and then pulled away.

"What?" he asked

"I shouldn't.  It feels good though.  He's just in the other room."

I spoke lowly.

"So man...we're brothers.  We've always been close like this."

He rolled over defensively on his side and faced the wall.  I rolled
over next to him, spooning him.

"I know," I said.

I put my arms around his slim waist and rested my face into the soft
hair on the back of his head.  His hair smelled good like something
citrus.  His neck smelled of his new cologne.  Part of me wanted to
roll him over and give him a major fucking...one that he deserved and
Alex didn't.  The other half of me thought about JJ fast asleep in the
next room. Guilt won over and I just embraced him for a while.  I
loved him.  I hated to see him sad.

I feel asleep for probably ten or fifteen minutes, but opened my eyes
and got up.  My body immediately missed the warmth of his after I
pulled away.  The video game long forgotten, I turned off the screen
after easing from Jeff's bed.  In the dark, I entered the chilly
hallway and drug myself into my room.  Naked, I slid in the bed next
to JJ.  He stirred as I bumped him accidentally with my elbow.  He
turned over and hugged me.

"Happy New Year!" he said groggily.

"You too dude!" I said.

I kissed him.

"You just come from your brother's room?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You smell like his cologne," he answered.

It wasn't an accusation...just a statement.

"Yeah, I was on his bed for a bit.  I hugged him good night before I left."

"Oh..." he said with a huge yawn.

He wasn't mad--just curious.  I was relieved.   I rolled over to the
opposite side of the bed and put my head on my own pillow.  JJ was
asleep again.  His soft breaths whispered behind me.  I opened my eyes
and stared into the dark.  I thought of my brother naked in the next
room.  I imagined JJ and me fucking in front of my brother.  I
imagined JJ fucking both me and my brother.  I fell asleep with a huge
boner.

- - -

After the holidays, dad got false hopes when he thought he landed a
plant worker job.  It was a big let down to him after having three
interviews to be told he was overqualified.  He interpreted that as
"too old".

"Dad, you're in pretty good shape for a late forties dude." I said.

"Thanks...I guess," he said.

He raised an eyebrow and went back to his online search.  Yes, dad was
using the computer!  After his old school newspaper searches and
faxing resumes didn't land him a job, he finally began searching on
the internet.  It was a momentous occasion.

Although dad had texting down well, he sucked at using the computer.
We all sat around showing him how to create an email address and all.
We were confused as dad had supposedly used email at his old job.
Some of the machines he used were computerized for laser cutters.
After more questions were asked, it turned out that dad used ancient
computers at work and had a secretary do his emails.  We tried our
best to be patient with him.  I tried to keep from making fun of him.

- - -

"Dude, my dad is killing me back there!" I complained.

JJ and I were driving to work one evening to get our paychecks and
were discussing dad trying to use the computer just moments before we
left.

"Well, he's trying.  You gotta give him that.  He's not a stupid man,
though.  He knows shit loads about cars and mechanical stuff.  I
really respect that."

With money from his first paycheck, JJ took me out for dinner.  We
drove into town and ate a really good Italian meal.  I had a great
time just chilling with him.  When happy, JJ was fun to hang around
with.  His humor was on the dark side, but he made me laugh a lot.
When I spoke during our meal, he looked directly into my eyes.  His
eyelashes were long and sexy.  I wanted to kiss him there at the
table.  The semi-dim lighting made his features look sultry.   I could
see the ethnic features that he shared with his father.  His aunt had
called his dad an "Arab boy".  I imagined JJ with darker skin as I
finished eating my dessert.

After we ate, he asked me to take him to the used book store in town.
It was two blocks down from where we worked.  It was former an old
house that was converted to other businesses over several years.  It
had experienced many add-ons and patching over time.  It looked like
it three houses glued together...both ugly and unique.  When we walked
in, I smelled the musty, but comforting smell of the old books
immediately.

I watched his face light up as he took me around the rooms that housed
different topics like science fiction, mysteries, non-fiction, etc.
They even had a section of really old vinyl LP's.  The various rooms
were connected with odd and extended hallways.  Each part of the
building, both upstairs and downstairs, was crammed with books.

I walked with him as he picked through many old novels.  He casually
mentioned that he'd stolen several books there before but brought them
back and traded them for others.  He told me the plots of half of the
books that he'd read before and placed them back on the shelves.  He
was so caught up in the moment.  I figured he must have spent so much
time living in the worlds of his books to escape his own life.

In a dark section, I interrupted his rambling by kissing him on the
lips.  His handsome face went red.  There was no one around but us,
yet he was still so shy.  I patted him on the butt and moved him back
to the direction he'd been moving.

Half an hour later, he ended up picking five paperbacks and one really
worn out hardcover book.   Then he took me to sections that he felt I
might find interesting...sports, photography, even comic books.  I found
a lot of them very interesting, but not enough to pay for them.  I
just wasn't as into reading as he was.  The most interesting book was
the one of black and white photography.  I respected his joy in them
and patiently waited for him to go through more piles of books in a
bargain bin.

While I watched him, I got a little sleepy.  I began to imagine how
easy it would be to fool around in there with it being so dead and
just the little old lady at the counter downstairs.  Just when I was
going to fondle my crotch, he told me he was ready to go.  I figured
I'd be going there again sometime in the future.  Maybe I'd give him a
surprise BJ in a dark corner.  I looked at the time and couldn't
believe how long I had spent in an old dusty book store.

- - -

Once back at home, we showered and lay in the bed next to each other
and did our homework.  I lay naked on my stomach while he read under
the small lamp.  I was studying for a biology exam when I saw the
photo of his dad sitting out.  He hadn't taken it out in front of me
since the day we found it in his mom's pink box.

"You thinking of trying to find him?" I asked.

I turned my head to face him.  He closed the book and held the place
with his finger.

"Sometimes I do.  But I don't know how to even begin.  I don't even
know his last name."

He paused a moment and then went back to reading.

"That woman's name is on the letter about your dad.  I bet if you find
her, you could find more about him.  I'll be right back."

I got up and went to the other room to get the computer.  Dad was
asleep in his room.  Jeff looked a little surprised that I was coming
out naked with dad home.  The computer was sitting on the coffee table
turned off.  I picked it up and walked away.

"If you're not gonna bother then why should I?" Jeff said.

He lifted his butt off the couch and his shorts fell to the carpet.
He kicked them under the coffee table and went back to watching a
hockey game on the TV.  He fondled his nuts as I left the room.  Once
back in my room, I asked JJ to get out the letters from his mother's
belongings.

After the computer was turned on, we searched for the woman's name
found on the return address of the old envelope.  I searched for the
woman's name and included the name of their university.  I found lots
of unrelated stuff with similar places and names, so I re-did the
search with other combinations of town names, dates, etc.

"Jennifer Maxwell...where are you?" I said aloud.

"Too bad you don't know her married name--if she is married."

I searched for "marriage records" and with her name and the town
listed on envelope of the letter.  A site with Texas marriage records
from the early 90's appeared in my search results.  She had a common
name, but certain there couldn't be two from the same small town
married in those years.

"This might be her," I said.

The records archive listed the husband's first and last name.  With
more searching, we found his name in a business listing for a real
estate company in that same town.

"We should probably be asking my older bro to help with this.  He's
good at stalking...I meant 'tracking' down people. This could be the
husband...it has his photo and he looks to be your dad's age.  I'll
write down the number and try to call tomorrow."

- - -

The next day after school, JJ used my cell phone to call the business
phone number that we found online for the man who we hoped to lead us
to his mom's friend.  When we called, we could only reach a
receptionist.  JJ only told the woman that he needed the owner to call
him back.  We thought it best to not leave any personal details with
the message.

We didn't hear back for two days.  When the man finally responded and
called, he asked for JJ.  I handed the phone to him.

"Yes sir, I am actually trying to reach Mrs. Stilinovic--once Ms.
Maxwell.  You see, she was a good friend of my mother who has passed
away.  I would like to let her know.  Yes....yes sir.  Okay."

His tone didn't sound too good after he hung up.

"He said he and his wife are divorced, but that he'd give her my number."

"You didn't even tell him who your mom was or ask what his wife's name
was." I said.

"Yeah...well we probably have the wrong people anyway.

- - -

JJ joined me and the guys at school whenever someone planned a movie
night or eating out.  Those outings were a lot of fun--even when
someone went and invited females.  I found a few of the girls to be
fun.  I wasn't happy one of the guys invited a "girlfriend".  I hated
to see them act all sickly sweet and gushy with each other.

The girls I liked tended to be the least popular at school because of
they didn't conform to the norms.  There was Frida Benton, the white
girl with an out of control afro.  There was the girl from India whose
name I couldn't pronounce and called her LaLa (she thought it was a
riot).  I have to mention Teri who reminded me so much of Dave's
lesbian sister.  If those misfits tagged along I was cool with it.
Otherwise, I preferred the bitch girlfriends were left at home.

On such a night, just as we stuffed our mouths with pizza, my cell
phone beeped.  Everyone pulled out a phone to see if it was theirs
that got a voice mail.  The copycat actions made us all laugh.  The
text beep wasn't for me, but I noticed I had two missed calls from
earlier in the evening.  My phone was on the "silent" setting that I'd
set it to during the school hours.  I didn't recognize the phone
number.  I checked my voice mail as the others laughed and talked.  It
was the lady JJ was trying to get hold of.

"Here, listen to this." I told him and handed the phone.

His expression changed but not negatively.  He hit a button on the
phone to replay it.  I had only heard the intro where the woman had
said, "JJ...I got your message.  I'm very saddened to hear about Grace".
He covered one ear and strained to hear with the other.

"Wow!" he said.

Jeff returned to the group from a bathroom break.

"What's wrong?" someone asked.

"No, it's good," he told all.

He spoke to me in a lower voice.

"My mom's college friend...she recognized my last name from the message
I left, so she connected that with my mom.  She left me her number."

"Dude, here's the keys.  Why don't you go sit in the car in call her
in private?" Jeff said.

The gesture surprised me. JJ told him thanks and headed out with my phone.

"That was nice of you," I said under my breath.

"He's not so bad.  Like I said...if you see something good in him--"

The others looked at us strangely because of JJ's disappearance and
our secret whispering.

One of our friends asked, "Where did JJ go?"

"He had to call someone really quick.  It's family-related."  I explained.

JJ didn't come back inside for almost twenty minutes.  When he finally
returned, he looked happy.  I sighed in relief.  He plopped down next
to me in the booth and handed me my phone.

"Good news...I'll tell you at home," he said.

That was the first time he referred to our place as "home".  I
discreetly held his hand under the table.

 - - -

Jennifer, the woman who wrote the letter to JJ's mother, was sad to
hear of her old friend's passing.  JJ had explained to her on the
phone that he was now searching for his father and needed to know
Ahmed's last name.  She could only remember that it started with a "K"
but promised to call JJ if she remembered it later.  She asked for
JJ's mailing address.  He didn't learn much of anything new, but the
small bit of information the lady gave was more information than he
had before.

When the copies of the letters arrived later in the week, it was a
huge surprise.  The two of us read them aloud to each other.  Jennifer
had mailed them to JJ after their phone conversation.  They were
letters from his mother from years ago.  The letters spoke of problems
always referring to "him" or "he" but never used his name.  She
complained about his and her parents being so old fashioned.  No exact
details were given.  We assumed that Jennifer knew about the issues
already and his mom was just merely referring to something she had
already revealed.  There were two letters written after he was born
and talked about her "beautiful son" and him being so wonderful.  He
really needed to hear that.  I recall him reading that one letter many
times over.

- - -

As Spring Break arrived, dad suggested we all take a long vacation for
the first time in years.  He decided he needed to get away for a
while--being out of work and idle didn't sit well with him.  Our first
leg of the trip would be to his cousins' home in Louisiana.  After
that he planned to drive us up to my mom's family in Tennessee.  It
was JJ's first trip ever outside of Texas.

- - -

In Louisiana, we stayed with my dad's uncle and his cousins.  My great
uncle Lee was really old and his two sons, both my dad's age, still
lived at home. Growing up, I recalled many fun adventures around their
old house next to a lake.  We used to take airboat rides and did a ton
of fishing.  It used to be a blast to visit there.

The cousins, Vernon and Louis, ran a swamp tour business.  During our
first day there we road in the airboat.  It was more fun than when we
were small kids.   We saw many alligators and types of water foul.  We
fished and caught quite a few.  The cousins pulled nets from the water
to catch other things swimming around in the water.  As we fished and
relaxed, I couldn't wait to cook the fish we'd caught.

However, JJ was kind of squeamish after seeing the ingredients of
dinner squirming around before being cooked--crawfish for one.  He
wasn't too happy to join me in cleaning all the fish either.  Jeff and
I had been cleaning and de-scaling fish for years with my dad.  He
thought it was disgusting, but laughed his way through it.

Once the food was cooked and the fine smells drifted through the
house, JJ's mood changed.  He was as hungry as the rest of us.  With
no females in the house, the two brothers and their dad had mastered
cooking for themselves.  We had gumbo and fried fish served with
cornbread cooked in an old iron skillet.  There was plenty of iced tea
that looked like tea but tasted like plain water.  I was too thirsty
to care.  There was plenty to go around and we young guys stuffed our
bellies with no shame.

Once we finished eating, my old great uncle took out his fiddle and
sang several old songs.  We could hardly understand a word of them.
They were mixed with local expressions and French/Cajun words.  Dad
got totally drunk with his cousins and was a mess.  Jeff, JJ, and I
just laughed at their antics until we were in tears.  After the music
came nostalgic stories from all of the older men.

Then while telling one of the stories, Louis mentioned my mom's name.

"And when you brought that pretty girl here..."

It was nice to hear a story about her I hadn't heard.  By then, JJ was
lying down asleep on an old couch and Jeff was struggling to keep his
eyes open.  The older men were smoking cigars and it was kind of
stifling.  I decided to go outside for some fresh air.   I walked
several yards away from the house and down some wooden steps to a
small boat dock next to the water.  I sat down and dangled my bare
feet over the water.

"You hang those long legs too fah' and gator's gonna have your foot
for dinner!" came a voice.

It was Vernon.

"You tired of us old guys?"

"No, sir...just came out for some fresh air."

He chuckled to himself and sat down next to me.

"Well, they all know me and I dare them to bite my foot!  And don't
call me sir...I ain't old like yer daddy!"

We both laughed.

He was my second cousin but felt more like another uncle.  Dad had no
brothers of sisters but he had a lot of cousins.  Vernon and his
brother were nearly the same age as dad.  In old photographs, they
were good looking like dad, but each of them had big bellies now with
grizzly beards.  You'd never guess they were the same men in those old
pictures.

I could never figure out why they didn't get married.  I knew Louis
was to be married years ago and his girlfriend died in a hurricane
flood.  Louis always talked about the local ladies or noticed and
flirted with them in passing.  He loved women!  Vernon was just as
boisterous and animated as his brother, but didn't speak about women
ever.

"How's yo' brother?" he asked.

"Dean's doing really good.  He's in college and has his own place.
He's going to be an artist."

It was quiet after that except for strange animal sounds from the
nearby woods.  I looked up and the moon was partially covered by a few
clouds.  It was the perfect setting for a swamp monster movie setting.

"I know about your brother.  Your daddy told me before."

I wasn't sure what he was talking about...Dean's addition?

"I hear he's with a really nice boy now.  Good for him."

I was shocked at his reference to Dean being gay.  Vernon was the
perfect stereotype of a country redneck.  I was very surprised to hear
him say that.  Then it dawned on me...

"Cuz, you have a good friend like Dean does?"

I held my breath after I said it.  I expected instant laughing or anger.

"I got me a really close friend, yeah."

My shoulders relaxed again.  I just patted him on the back and said
nothing more.

"Oh damn, I drank too much buddy..."

He got up and faced away from me.  I heard his pants unzip.  The sound
of piss hitting the water followed.  I looked over from the corner of
my eye and saw the arc of his stream flowing down to the water.  It
lasted a good minute or so.  I felt my dick rise in my pants.  I
wasn't turn on my old cousin, but by him openly pissing like
that--just whipping it out and pissing.  I never saw his dick.

He zipped up and sighed really loud.

"I'm getting too old to drink like this!"

He let out a long winded laugh and started walking back to the house.
 As he walked off and I heard the wood creaking, I wondered if he and
my dad had fooled around as teenagers.  Maybe they had fumbled around
in the boathouse.  I looked back and no one was around.  I took out my
dick and spit on it.  I began whacking it really fast.  I imagined the
young image of Vernon bent over taking my dad's big cock.  The
combination of the fantasy and sensation of jacking off in the cool
air sent my orgasm into overdrive.  I began squirting my jizz into the
water as my toes curled in the air.

Spent, I lay back on my hands with my hands supporting me and my eyes
closed.  I jumped when fingers tousled my hair.

"Good one, son."

It was dad!

"You snuck up behind me man...not cool," I said.

"Hell, were you so locked onto your pole you didn't hear me walking
down those creaky old steps?"

"No sir..."

"Vern said you were out here 'enticing the gators',' he joked.

"Yeah, it was kind of smoky in there," I replied.

"Well they're all hitting the sack.  You heading back in soon?"

I stood up and rubbed my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm heading back with you."

"You might wanna put that away," he laughed.

I looked down and quickly pushed my dick back into my pants and zipped up.

- - -

We woke up to the smells of country breakfast foods...sausages, eggs,
and coffee.  JJ, Jeff, and I slept on the couch and sleeping bags.
The sun wasn't even up yet when the loud talking began.  I wondered
how they could get up so dang early after boozing it all night.  We
just covered our heads or slipped down into our sleeping bags until we
heard someone say, "You guys hungry?"

The three of us were sitting at a long wooden table less than a minute
later.  Dad was talking to his cousins.  Old Uncle Lee was engrossed
in the Sunday paper, reading it with a squint and a magnifying glass.
The sun suddenly burst in the window facing us and we moved our heads
down to avoid it.   The old mangled blinds did nothing to block the
glare.  I just closed my eyes and kept eating.

Being typical teens, we ate the delicious food and then went back to
sleep yet again.  By noon, I got up and found dad outside working on
one of the boats with his cousins and uncle.  Jeff was at the edge of
the water trying his luck with a fishing pole.  JJ laid on the dock
that I had beat off on the night before.  He was reading one of his
books and seemed mesmerized.

"Hey bud," I told him quietly, "What are you up to?"

"It's about time you got up!" Jeff said from several yards away.

I rolled my eyes at him and sat next to JJ.

"Hey!" JJ said.

The breeze was cool and nice.   The smell of the woods and water
around us was so different than home.  The lake home was so rural and
peaceful.  The house wasn't very pretty, but it practical.  Built on
concrete stilts, it was big enough to park a car under--yet you
couldn't for all the junk stored underneath it.  It contained three
small bedrooms, a living room and kitchen, one bath, and large covered
deck.  There were stairs on the front of the house where the cars were
parked as well as the back leading up to the porch/deck.  Going down,
the back steps turned twice and ended at the small boat dock.

JJ kept reading and I just sat there waking up until dad came down the
steps.  He asked if any of us wanted to go to town with him for a trip
to a hardware store.  JJ and I volunteered to go.  Jeff was determined
to catch a fish and stayed there with the older men.  We got up and
followed dad to his truck.  We sat in the front seat with him.  He was
kind of grimy looking but didn't stink yet.


As we drove out I tried to find a radio station for us to listen to.
The first station I tuned to played country music.  It was the twangy,
honky-tonk kind.

"Leave it there!" dad said.

He began singing awfully to old song.

"I though you were an 80's music guy," JJ said.

Dad replied, "My daddy played this music night and day!  It's Hank
Williams Senior."

Dad kept singing and we kept laughing.  I pretended to cover my ears.
JJ was grinning ear to ear.   In good spirits, we drove onward down
the small country road as it merged into a four lane highway.  We went
from swampy backwaters to civilization by turning around a curve in
the road.  There before us was a Wal-Mart, fast food restaurants, and
more.  None of that was there when we were kids.

Dad dropped us off at the Wal-Mart so we could go in and get some
stuff we'd forgotten like toothpaste, snacks for the road, etc.   Once
inside, we first only saw older redneck types of men like my uncle or
dad's cousins.  As we walked further into the store, we encountered
guys our age dressed the same as our friends.  I couldn't help but
noticing JJ openly checking the hotties out.  Cute country boys to
urban types were all around.  We saw one hot guy bending over to pick
up his kid.  His butt was perfect.  JJ's eyes bugged out.  I poked him
in the ribs playfully with my elbow.

"Am I chopped liver?" I said.

"What?" he answered.

"I thought you liked MY butt!"

His face flushed pink.

"Was I that obvious?"

"Yeah," I said, "but his ass was beautiful in those jogging shorts."

When we got to the soft drink aisle, there was an effeminate guy
trying to reach a twelve pack of Canada Dry Ginger Ale.  He was short
and was standing on a lower shelf to try to reach the drinks.  He had
on skinny jeans and a skintight shirt that said "Easy" on the back of
it.

"Oh man, let me get that.  That's dangerous dude!"

JJ reached out to help him.

"Oh, thank you!" spoke a girly voice.

The guy was sort of cute but too swishy for me.  He had two
fingernails painted purple. He was probably about twenty one or so.
JJ's strong arms easily lifted the box down into the guy's hands.

"Could you please get me another?"

That was followed by girlish giggle.

"Sure, here you go!" he said.

"Thank YOU!" said the guy. "You are SO strong...I love it!"

The guy was openly flirting with JJ.  JJ was eating it up.  I didn't
know if felt upset because I was jealous or because JJ was turned on
by that type of guy.  I tried to blow it off and ignore the whole
thing.  JJ smiled back at the dude as he trotted away in a shopping
cart blinking back at him.  I loudly got two cases of Coke and plopped
them loudly into our shopping cart.  He snapped out of his flirt mode
and stared at me kind of funny.

Once done shopping, we pushed the cart out to the curb and waited for
dad to drive up.  Five minutes later, he drove up with a box in the
bed of the truck containing something for the boat.  JJ and I packed
the groceries into the back seats.  Just then, the nellie guy came out
of the store with his shopping cart.  JJ's back was turned.  I gave
the guy a "go to hell" stare and he looked off suddenly and hurried
away.

- - -

As we drove out of the developed area and back into the countryside, I
turned the radio back on.  Another country song played as we drove
over an ancient old bridge with mossy trees hanging over it.  I felt
transported to another era and closed my eyes.

"It's so different out here...so many cool sights!" JJ said.

"Yeah, so many things to STARE and look at!" I replied in a droll manner.

The smart ass comment was lost on JJ--or was it?  I could never tell.
He was too intrigued at all scenery we were passing.  Maybe he was
becoming too confident...

- - -

We drove out of Louisiana the next day and headed to Tennessee.  My
Aunt Carol, one of mom's two sisters, lived in a suburban neighborhood
in Nashville.  We spent the day there before driving out to my other
aunt's house in the country.  My mom's family all really liked my dad,
so when my mom died they didn't sever connections at all.  They doted
on dad and were very supportive.  Both Aunts were married with kids.
My cousins were Dean's age and older, but we all got along well.  My
uncles acted like dad was their brother.

While at my Aunt Carol's, I hung outside with my cousins Ernie and
Mike.  They were kind of quiet and nerdy--not the hyper dudes I had
remembered.  Both were in college now just like Dean.  I was glad JJ
and Jeff were there or I would have been bored to death.  It was kind
of relief to leave at the end of the day.  My aunt asked us to stay
the night, but there wasn't really room for four extra people to sleep
there comfortably.

Just after dark, we arrived at my Aunt Betty's home.  It was a huge
two story house in the middle of a working dairy farm.  It was just as
I had remembered it from childhood.  There was a huge barn with
milking machines, lots of fields of manure, and their giant house in
the middle of it all.   You could smell the cowshed a mile away.  As
we drove in, Aunt Betty and Uncle Ricky met us at the truck and hugged
everyone.  Somehow over the smell of manure I could smell fried
chicken.  I hoped that was for us.

We followed them in and took our bags in with us.  The food smells
were driving me crazy.   After we stepped in the house, Uncle Ricky
said to drop our stuff there and take care of it later.

"When I heard three teenage boys were coming, I knew I better have a
lot of food cooked!"

"Thanks Betty!' dad said.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek.  She laughed heartily.  I swear I saw
dad's hand rest on her ass.

"Don't be hittin' on my woman now!" my uncle joked.

The house was old and the decor was dated, but it was clean and roomy.
We followed Aunt Betty to a table with a huge platter covered with
fried chicken.  There was a bowl of gravy beside it.  She'd made
mashed potatoes and black eyed peas.

"Now Jim, those peas came from the garden.  Boys, I remembered how you
loved my brown gravy!" Aunt Betty said.  "You better get some before
your daddy eats it all!"

Aunt Betty looked more like mom than Aunt Carol.  She had big tits
like mom and wore a t-shirt that showed cleavage.  I saw dad staring
at her boobs more than once as we ate dinner.   Aunt Betty even
sounded like mom at times when she laughed.  She kept getting up and
serving someone more tea or checking the stove to see if the extra
rolls were done.  Dad and Uncle Ricky kept telling her to sit down and
eat.

When dinner was done, she brought out a chocolate pie.  In less than
fifteen minutes, the pie pan was completely empty.  She was beaming in
pride when she picked the empty pan and took it away.

"You boys eat like my own kids!"

We went to living room and talked after eating.  Jeff was bored, I was
a little restless, but I could tell JJ loved it.  He hung on to every
word and grinned.  He just soaked in all of the conversation.   He
looked so handsome.  He looked nothing like the dreary dude that made
fun of me months before at school.

Then my Aunt jumped up and headed out of the room.  We looked at my
uncle for an explanation.

"She's always darting in and out like that...there's no telling'." he said.

Then she came rushing back in with a VHS cassette.

"You guys, when I heard you were coming, I began to look for things I
had of your mama's that you might want to take back home--some
mementos of her.  I lost this years ago and found it last summer when
we was cleaning out the attic."

She turned on their ancient VCR and slid the cassette inside.  After
numerous clicks and pops, the TV screen lit up with a fuzzy image.  As
the VCR set the tracking, the picture cleared and there was Aunt Carol
and Mom drinking beers and laughing.  It made my brother smile big.
While sitting on the floor, he bumped me on the leg and nodded to the
TV.

"Mom!"  I said happily.

It was a home movie from some Thanksgiving in the past.  Mom and Aunt
Carol were cooking and you could hear Aunt Betty's voice from behind
the camera.  The women joked about the men and pretended to pour beer
into the turkey's neck before sliding it into the oven.  Then the
image immediately flipped to the living room.  It was full of men
gathered around a TV watching some football game.

"And while the brains are in the kitchen, the brawn's out here doing
hard work!" Aunt Betty said.  Then she yelled, "Who grabbed my ass!"

She laughed hysterically as Uncle Ricky waved his hand in front of the
camera to confess.  Then two screaming brats ran across the TV screen
hooting and hollering.  It was me and Jeff!  A very young and slightly
pudgy Dean came in huffing behind us.  When he realized he was in
front of the TV, he laughed and ducked.  He rolled onto the floor to
trip me before we chased him back outside.  The rest of the video
contained Aunt Betty's family videos of other holiday events.  Even
so, it was fun to watch her on camera or listen to her behind it.

When it was done, she took it out and handed it to dad.

"You keep that one.  My Regina's done copied it to a DVD."

Suddenly I thought about how JJ was feeling about seeing the candid
family scenes.  He seemed to be unaffected.  I figured seeing mom
would remind him of his own mother before she was fucked up.  He
stayed in a good mood.  Perhaps he was escaping again.

Once the video was over, things got a little dull again as the older
folks chatted.  Jeff stood up and said he was getting sleepy.  My aunt
jumped up and started fussing over us again and took us to the spare
rooms where we'd be sleeping.  With my cousins no longer living there,
the four of us would be splitting the two available rooms.

Jeff told her he'd sleep with dad.  He winked at me when she turned to
get out some blankets for us.  I gave him a thankful nod back.  After
she left us in our room, we were finally alone for the first time in
days.  Without me making the first move, JJ came up behind me and
began kissing my neck.  I closed my eyes and sighed.  His hands moved
down to my ass and grabbed my cheeks.  My dick was instantly hard.
After licking up and down the back of my neck, he lifted the back of
my shirt and ran his tongue down my spine.

I got shivers as his mouth moved up and down.  He pulled my shirt over
my head and then took off his.  He pulled me to him and we made out
slowly and sensually.  Despite riding in the cramped truck all day
without the AC on, he still smelled like soap.  He hadn't shaved
during our trip and there was a soft layer of hair on his face.  It
wasn't harsh like dad's whiskers nor firm like Dean's.  It drove me
crazy when he rubbed that soft fuzzy chin against my smooth neck.
Then there was a knock at the door.

My aunt shouted, "If you boys get hungry again, the chicken's in the
fridge.  Good night!"

She didn't open the door but spoke from the other side only.

"Yes ma'am...good night!" I said.

JJ pushed me down on the bed and sucked on my nipples.  At that point
I was his--I liked his aggressive moves and wanted more.  His tongue
flitted on each tit making them hard.  The light tongue movements led
to full-on sucking.  Meanwhile, I slid my hand down the back of his
pants trying to feel his ass.  Without moving his mouth, he reached
down and undid his fly.  When he let go, the waist of his pants
loosened and my hand moved in to grab his butt cheek.  JJ reached down
and opened my pants.  I lifted up so he could pull them off me.  I had
no underwear or socks on.  I was naked under him after my jeans were
gone.  He pulled his pants off and kicked them away.

As we lay there groping each other, I closed my eyes and imagined us
doing the same out on the boat dock where we were the day before.  I
opened my eyes when I felt his dry finger try to force its way in my
hole.

"Ouch!" I said.

He spitted heavily on his fingers and then reinserted.   I knew he was
going to fuck me and I wanted it bad.   He finger fucked me but his
spit lube didn't work very long.

"Hold up dude, grab my bag." I asked.

He stood up and pulled if off the table and handed it to me.  I dug
around for the small lube bottle I brought just in case--and I was
glad I did.  I poured some all over his dick and squirted some on my
finger.  After self-lubing, I told him to carry on.  I got on the
double bed on my hands and knees with my butt close to the edge.  I
felt the head of his dick pop in and he moaned.  Once he was in, he
pushed all the way to the root of his penis and held it there.  I
reached back and grabbed his waist with each hand to hold him there.
I loved the feeling of my butt being full of dick.

He remained standing.  Slightly hunched over, he reached over and
poured some of my lube on his hand.  He reached around to my cock and
pulled it to the side to jack it.  As his hand milked me slowly, he
pulled his dick out until its head threatened to come out and then he
pushed it back in.  It started as a slow fuck and then he moved
faster.  I heard the bed squeak and whispered to him to slow down.  My
knee began to ache, so I moved forward and lay flat on the bed.  He
got on top of me and entered me again.  He pretended to bite my neck
and made a low growl.

"Mmmmm," I groaned.

He moved his mouth to my left ear and spoke quietly.

"You're so fucking hot man.  I love lying on top of you.  Your back is
still tan and it's so smooth."

He'd never spoken like that during sex.  It was usually me doing most
of the work and being the aggressive one.  I loved it.  His cocky
attitude reminded me of the times that Dave used to fuck me.  I could
remember the times that he and Dean were fighting or not speaking.
Fucks received during those times were sometimes animalistic.  I
fantasized of Dave's muscular torso drinking a beer with his garage
uniform pants and boots on.  I wondered what it would feel like to
take two dicks in my ass at once.

We locked our arms together beside us while he humped my butt.  I
clenched and clenched my ass ring to give him some friction.  He
sighed deeply.  My dick pressed hard against the old bedspread.  As I
humped the bed, I thought about my brother.  I thought of how if would
feel to fuck Jeff while JJ was seeding my ass.  That would be so
perfect.  Could I make it happen?

Lost in my fantasy, JJ huffed and puffed beside my face and started
coming.  His legs clamped onto my own as he fucked me faster.  When he
was done, he rolled over.

"Oh Jesus!" he said weakly.

His forehead was damp and glistened in the light.  His dark bangs curled up.

"It was that good, huh?" I asked.

He just shook his head and grinned.

"How do you want to cum?" he asked quietly.

"Stay right there lying on your back.  I'm gonna face fuck you!"

He looked startled.  I think he thought I was going to be rough like
in those porn videos Jeff openly watched all the time (the ones where
a dude gets skull fucked).  I wiggled up his body and was on top of
him as if I was doing pushups.  My crotch was over his face.  Holding
on to the old metal headboard, I pushed my dick into his mouth and
slowly fucked his it.

"Tighten your mouth and stick as many fingers in my ass as you can." I
whispered.

He did as I said and wiggled three fingers inside me.   His fingers
were soon covered with his own cum.  First it was three fingers.  Then
he dug into my butt until there were four of them in there.  He
twisted them around until I was shooting down his throat.  He gagged
and choked but I wouldn't pull out until I was done.

"Breath through your nose dude," I coached.

After the last tingle went up my spine, my orgasm waned and I was
done.  I pulled out of his mouth and lay on top of him.  We kissed and
exchanged cum back and forth.  He didn't protest at all.  My tongue
moved all round in his mouth rubbing against his own tongue.  We made
out until my jaws hurt.  Both of our faces smelled like saliva and
sweat.

He rolled over and I spooned him.  I let my dick rest in his damp
crack.  He didn't get up shower or anything.  That's how we fell
asleep.

- - -

We woke up in almost the same position with half the covers off.   I
ran my hand down his soft back to his ass.  I quickly got an erection
and craved to eat his ass.  I flip flopped to the other end of the bed
with my feet now on the pillows.  Down under the covers, I pulled his
ass cheeks apart and stuck my nose in there.  It was kind of musky.
The soft, curly hairs there tickled my nostrils.  I couldn't help
myself and started sucking on his hole.  He began to stir.

"What are you doing you nut" he asked drowsily.

"I'm eating breakfast," I answered.

He laughed.

"It tickles...but don't stop."

"Let's rub one out together before we wash up!" I told him.

We lay on the bed side be side and with the lube in between us.  We
used our inner hands to reach the others cock and started jacking.
His hand felt so good massaging my rod.  He paid special attention to
my cock head--he was learning!  It took us about five minutes to build
up a good rhythm.  I was torn between edging it and just letting
myself go when I felt the urge.  I decided I wouldn't hold off.

"I'm close!" I gasped.

"Me too...here I go!"

I heard him grunt and then I started shooting.  We kept jacking one
another until the other said to stop.  He'd built up a nice load since
the night before.  I rubbed his jizz on my chest and just lay there
relaxed.

"Fuck, now we do need a bath for sure," he said.

I forced myself to stir and rose from the bed.  I gathered my backpack
and pulled on some shorts.  Just as I made it to the bathroom, dad was
leaving it.  My nose was hit by a cloud of his flatulence.  I waived
my hand over my nose and bravely entered.

"Good grief dad!" I said to myself.

I turned on the hot water and took a quick but thorough shower.  When
I got out to dry off, I looked at my messy hair.  Maybe it was time to
cut it off.  A change was good, but I didn't want to copy my brother's
new look.  I decided to wait until inspiration hit me regarding how to
change it up.  For the moment, I towel dried it and let it do its
thing.

- - -

Mom had spent most of her childhood in Tennessee.  My granddaddy moved
them all to Texas when he got a job transfer.   After mom and her
sisters graduated high school, one by one they all moved back except
for mom--that's when she met dad.

Dad had told us the story of how he and mom met years ago.  Some
things didn't add up like how Dean was born before they got married.
Eventually my parents alluded to the fact that mom had Dean before
they married.  It was years later that we found out dad married mom
after Dean's real dad died after a military accident.

Dad didn't know that my brother and I had turned on the VCR when we
were little and stuck in the videocassette that we found on his
dresser.  We saw him rolling around with another man.  Mom's voice
laughed in the background.  We didn't know it was sexual.  Dad was
naked like my brother and I often were.  It didn't seem strange.
Since we weren't supposed to messing around in mom and dad's room, we
turned if off and ran when dad came back in the house from doing yard
work.

When we got older and found out Dean was our half-brother, we
recognized the photo of his dad to be the man in the video.  Jeff and
I think there was some kind of sex triangle going on.  When my dad,
aunts, and uncles reminisced the night before, they remembered dad and
mom's antics quite well:  their crazy goings on in the late 80's, how
they partied, etc.  However, nothing was even mentioned about Dean's
father.  Maybe one day dad will sit down and talk to us about it man
to man.

The next morning, we had breakfast made for us.  We had pancakes and
sausage with biscuits and gravy.  The amount of food was not as
elaborate as the Louisiana relatives cooked, so we ate conservatively.
There was less food, but it was just as delicious.  Aunt Betty talked
a mile a minute.   My uncle was at work and she chatted mostly with
dad.

Aunt Betty got to talking about their old home place and how she
hadn't been there for years (even though it was only half an hour
away).  Dad offered to drive her out.  I feared being bored until my
uncle got home in the evening.  I was sure the three of us teenage
guys would be bored if we sat in the house and did nothing (unless JJ
fucked me again).  In the end, dad said we were all going together.
So, just after breakfast, we crammed into the truck and headed out.

- - -

The "old place" as they called it was outside of Nashville city
limits.  We turned off the highway and drove through old neighborhoods
with lots of trees.  My aunt kept narrating the drive and told us
where this or that happened when they were girls.  JJ looked amused
and was absorbed in every word of it.  Jeff looked like he was
fighting to keep his eyes open.  The houses were mixed--some old and
not taken care of...others looked refurbished.  We turned on a country
road that led out of the old neighborhood where homes began to scatter
out.

One mile later, Aunt Betty told dad to slow down.   Coming up in front
of us was the old home I had seen in numerous photos.  In old photos,
it looked a hundred years old.  Now, it looked completely different.
The yard had no tractor nor farming apparatus blocking the sides.  I
had remembered seeing photos of an old rotting school bus that used to
sit behind the house.  From where we parked, the back yard appeared to
be lushly gardened.  The yard had the same ancient huge tree in front.
Everything else had changed.  The house was totally refurbished on the
exterior.

An African-American lady was walking out to her car when we drove up.
She paused and walked to the street were dad parked.

"Hi, can we help you?" she asked.

My aunt began telling the woman that she grew up there.  While they
gabbed, a hot teenage guy drove into the yard on a bicycle.  He
carefully placed the bike at the far end of the old country styled
porch.  He unlocked a chain and twisted it through his bike.  He
attached it to the post of the porch.   As he walked around his hot
ass bounced.  My dick shifted in my pants. I admired his smooth dark
skin, sexy neck, and closely cropped hair.  As he opened the storm
door and stepped inside, he briefly looked back and our eyes met for
only a second.  My attention was diverted when an elbow bumped me in
the ribs.

"Stare, why don't you?" JJ said through his teeth almost inaudibly.

Before I could react, Aunt Betty snapped a photo with her cell phone
and told dad to head out.

"Dad, can we stop somewhere for lunch?  I'm starving!" Jeff said.

Dad drove back into town and found us a tiny little restaurant that
sold hamburgers.  The food was greasy, but damn delicious.  We gorged
on huge burgers, milkshakes, onion rings, the works.  Each hamburger
patty had buttery grilled onions on top.  Under the toasted buns were
juicy tomatoes, pickles, and lettuce.  We ordered a side of chicken
livers and gizzards.  Us boys were laughing and talking while dad and
Aunt Betty ate.  Poor dad had been 'talked out" by my aunt, but he
looked more calm and relaxed than he'd been since before his layoff
drama began.

- - -

We were so stuffed after our lunch that the three of us took naps when
we got back.  We slept until early evening when we heard my uncle come
rumbling in.  Luckily, it was dinner time and I was already hungry
again.  We scrambled downstairs to eat supper.  Supper was followed by
TV and more reminiscing from the old folks.  Around 9 o'clock, I
hinted to JJ for us to turn in.  He was totally enjoying being with
the adults even though I was bored to tears.  I was even considering
going to the bedroom and reading one of his books if he didn't follow
me there.

Once we got into the room, I pulled down my pants and waived my dick
at him.  He pushed me toward the bed in an attempt to tackle me
playfully, but knocked me off the bed and I banged my head against the
dresser.  Luckily, no one came to check out the noise.  There I was
with my pants down at my knees lying upside down.  I was about to yell
at JJ when he started bursting out laughing.  I had never seen him do
that.  He was trying to talk but was in tears as he helped me up.  I
couldn't spoil that.

"Dang dude, next time you wanna bang me just ask!" I joked.

"I was going to push you down and spank you for flirting with that
black dude!" he joked.

"What?  You practically wanted to go home with that queen in
Wal-Mart!" I retorted.

He just laughed.

"My bad, dude!"

Settling down, we sat on the bed with our hips side by side.  My pants
were at my knees.  He pulled my head to face him and we started
kissing.  He was kissing in a loving way.  He was very tender as he
nibbled on my bottom lip and down my neck.  I lay flat on my back and
he rolled on top of me.  He pulled his shirt off and tossed it across
the room.  His left leg popped over me and he straddled my waist.
Slowly, he moved his head down to kiss me again.  His hands slipped up
under my shirt and tweaked my nipples.  His thumbs and forefingers
lightly squeezed them and then his thumbs massaged around them.  It
drove me wild.

He kissed all over my cheeks and chin...even my forehead.  Next his
tongue reamed my ears inside and out.  I didn't want it to stop.
However, he moved off so I could strip.  He got completely naked.  The
light was still fully on and he wasn't trying to cover his body up
with the sheet or anything.  I couldn't believe he wasn't acting so
timid anymore.  His face moved down and licked me as he made his way
to my pubic hair.  He sucked on the light bush there and went straight
to my cock.

He started by giving me a really good blowjob.  There was no teeth
nicks or anything.  He did it really well.  I returned the favor and
sucked him off.  We cuddled up naked together under the quilt and just
enjoyed snuggling until we dozed off.

- - -

The trip home seemed longer than usual.  Jeff lay across the back seat
and napped most of time.  JJ was engrossed in a novel.  I sat between
him and dad.  Whenever dad's arm was tired, he'd stretch it behind my
head.  Sometimes, he stroked my hair.  It was simply an affectionate
fatherly gesture, but it turned me on.  I squirmed and shifted my
shorts so my hard on wasn't obvious to JJ.  I wouldn't care if dad saw
it.

On each rest stop, I got out and stretched my cramped legs.  All the
same, I hurried back to the truck so we could get home faster.  Dad
was trying to make the trip home in one drive.  By night time, I knew
he was tired, but he didn't want to spend the money to get us a motel.
After I saw him rub his eyes, I offered to drive.

"You sure bud? We got another hundred miles or so to go."

"Yeah dad, and then Jeff can drive...hell he's slept all day already.
It's time for his butt to wake up."

Dad laughed and pulled over.  He got out and I followed.  He moved
back in to the middle and I got into the driver's seat.  I had rarely
driven the truck...and when I had it wasn't night time. I was both
nervous and excited as I latched my seat belt.  Once everyone was
settled in (Jeff never woke up), I put the truck in drive and entered
the highway.

The ride was much more interesting when doing the driving.  I felt
much more alert.   I heard dad lightly snoring and was glad he was
getting some rest.  Yes, all was good.  All was good until the tire
blew out.  The sound was like a small explosion then a ripping sound.
I totally freaked.  Dad woke up right away.

"It's okay Curt; just slowly pull over to the shoulder.  Get us out of
oncoming traffic but try to stay on the asphalt."

I moved us onto the narrow shoulder just past the solid line on the
road.  Jeff was totally awake and asking what happened.   Dad told him
to be calm.  Like a pro and without loosing his cool, dad got out
flashlights.  We held them for him while he quickly got the spare tire
loose and pulled out the jack.  He was about to start jacking the
truck up, but paused and looked at JJ.

"JJ, you ever changed a flat before?"

"No sir, I don't have a clue."

"I'll teach you how,"

Dad let JJ do the work as he guided him through what to do.  For some
reason, I was turned on by watching dad interact with JJ.  Especially
when he put his hand on JJ's shoulder to show him how to do this or
that.  I noticed Jeff was missing but in the distance I heard piss
hitting a rock.  Afterward, I heard his tennis shoes scuffling back to
the truck.

"We could have helped dad do that in like five minutes and we'd be
back on the road by now," Jeff whispered.

I ignored his comments.  I was glad that dad was trying to show JJ
something useful.  He had no dad to show him all the stuff we knew how
to do since we were kids.  With some frustration--but with
determination--JJ changed the tire and lowered the truck.  Dad packed
the tools back up and slid the rim with the butchered tire into the
back of the truck.  Dad drove the rest of the way home.

- - -

We fell into a routine after the trip.  There was school during the
week, JJ and I worked weekend nights, Jeff worked weekend days, and
then it started over again.  During the week, dad worked on things on
the property or did some freelance welding.  School was tolerable but
I was glad for the weekends to come--even though it meant working all
night and sleeping half of the day.

As spring arrived, the temperature became warmer and everything around
us became green and lush.  Newly planted shrubs around the house made
it look less like a trailer.  Dad used some reclaimed lumber and built
a roof over the front porch which extended it by a couple of yards.
Then we had a small patio to sit on during the rain.  The dogs' pen
was pulled down and put up again with new housing and better fencing.
Both of them got "dipped" for fleas.  We all stayed busy with the
chores, but in our spare time I tried to find some kind of pastime for
JJ and I to do together.

I loved anything athletic, but JJ didn't have my desire for it.  He
wasn't any good at skateboarding or roller blades.  He really didn't
play any sports.  I tried to get him to go jogging with us, but he
kind of hated it.   He seemed to enjoy the weight room at school, but
we had no access to it on weekends.

It was his idea for the two of us to go out one day on the bicycles.
I let him lead and he took us all over the countryside.  I even tired
before he did.   He seemed to enjoy just riding in silence with no
talking.  He even asked Jeff to go along when I wasn't in the mood for
it.  Jeff, no longer at odds with him, would usually go along.  I was
glad for them to be at peace.

Speaking of my brother, since the trip he stopped bothering to wear
any clothes when dad wasn't home.  If he took a shower, he stayed
naked.  When he woke up, he went to eat cereal or watch TV in the
buff.  JJ already knew we were nudists before he came along.  A month
after the trip, I didn't bother wearing clothes either.  We didn't do
it around dad because I felt that he still worried about JJ's reaction
to our nudity.  JJ himself relaxed enough to go shirtless.  At first,
he would only be shirtless in the bedroom with me but would put one on
to go watch TV or eat.  I told him finally to not bother.  He told me
he was still embarrassed about his gut.

"What gut?  You need to go look at yourself in the mirror.
Seriously!" I said. "You don't have washboard abs but you don't have a
belly anymore.  You finally got off your lazy ass!"

He looked pissed at first and then saw I was smiling.  So, he pulled
off his shirt and tossed it in the corner.

"Fuck it!" he said

>From that day on, he rarely wore a shirt at home.  All the better for
me.  I loved seeing his hairy arm pits.

- - -

After Easter, the month of May buzzed by quickly.  Dad found a steady
job doing welding and other metalwork for a small company that sold
customized aircraft parts.  It didn't pay as much as the plant manager
job, but he was cool with it.  He acted enthusiastic about it in front
of us, but one day I caught him off guard in the bathroom stooped over
rubbing his back.

"Dad, you okay?" I asked

He sat down on the toilet after putting the top down.

"Son, my back has been killing me lately.  I'm thankful for the new
job, but I can't do the same kind of work I did when I was your age.
They've got all these young men that are Dean's age ripping around and
I feel like an old man."

When he looked down at his feet and rubbed his back, I saw extra lines
under his eyes that I hadn't noticed before.

"Go lay on your bed dad...I'll give you a back rub."

The two of us were in shorts.  JJ was outside playing with the dogs in
the yard.  Jeff was at work.  Dad walked to his room and lay on the
bed on his stomach.  I looked around under the sink and found the old
bottle of lotion.   I went to dad's room and got onto the bed on my
knees.  I straddled dad's waist and generously poured lotion onto his
back.  He flinched a little when the cold liquid hit his skin.  I
began rubbing it all over to get most of his back moistened.  Once
done, I concentrated on the lower back where he'd been rubbing in the
bathroom.

"Oh son, you got great hands!  That feels so good.  Oh yeah.  Harder.
Don't be scared to put your weight into it. "

I kneaded his lower back muscles and he groaned in satisfaction.  I
moved up and worked on his shoulders and neck before moving back to
the lower back.  I had pulled his shorts down a few inches and his ass
crack was exposed.  As I massaged, I happen to glance in the mirror.
I pretended not to see him.  JJ was standing just out of the room in
the hallway.  His hand was in his shorts jacking himself.

To be continued....

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