Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 17:57:55 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Wildcat, Part 13, gay/incest

Sam stroked me and held me. "This is so fucking hot being with you man. It
can only get better."

"I agree Sam." I said as he rolled off of me. "Now let's eat I'm starving"

"Oh you are eh?" Sam said as we got up to go into the kitchen.

We made a couple of hamburgers and had a couple of beers. We pretty much
stayed inside all day and stayed naked too.

By 6:00 pm we had had about 7 or 8 beers a piece and Sam was fucking me for
the third time. The man's cock is so fucking fantastic that I couldn't get
enough. My ass would never be the same.

This time after he came in me he pulled out really fast and turned me
around so he could eat my ass. He must have gotten every bit of his cum out
and then he swung me around again and kissed me. He still had some of the
cum in his mouth. We swapped it back and forth for a while then calmed down
and sat back on the couch and watched T.V...

At about 7:00 pm Sam called his foreman to see if they were working
tomorrow. He said they were and he was to be there at 7:00 am.

"Well little man. I guess I got to go. 6:00 am comes awful fast. You going
to be okay?" Sam started collecting his things.

"Fuck man, I should sleep like a baby tonight. I've never been this worn
out bud." I said as I reached out to him.

"Happy I could help sugar. Give me a kiss and I'll be on my way. Next time
maybe we both can tag team your Daddy." He said as we hugged and kissed
each other goodbye.

I stayed naked and started cleaning up the trailer of all our cans and our
dinner. At about 8:30 pm just as I was about to call it a night the phone
rang. This was only the second time it rang since I lived here.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey son, It's Dad. What you up to?"

"Just picking up around here. I was about to turn in actually. What's going
on? I didn't expect you to call until the morning."

"Well that's just it son. I'll be taking the boat back to New Orleans in
the morning. Can you be at the dock around 8:30 to pick us up? We should be
there by then."

"Sure Dad. I thought you would have to be gone three days. This is cool!"

"Yea, they're letting me go a day early to enjoy the rest of my vacation
with you. The problem is handled and I can be off another 6 days. So I'll
see you at 8:30 okay?"

"Sure Dad. I'll be there. I have the map right here."

"Good son. Is Sam still there?" Dad kinda chuckled.

"No sir he went home about an hour ago. He called his foreman and found out
he had to work tomorrow."

"How many times son?"

"How many times what Dad?"

"Come on now. How many times did he fuck you today?" Dad was so blunt
sometimes.

"Well, 'er...I guess about 3 times"

"Holy fuck son! Your hole must be stretched. Well get some sleep and I'll
see and talk to you in the morning. I love you."

"Yes sir. Love you too. Bye."

I went about my business and as I was finishing the dishes I realized that
Dad had said 'we' several times. He must be bringing Jimmy back. But if he
was bringing Jimmy back then they would have Jimmy's truck. Something
didn't add up. I guess I would find out in the morning.

I got to bed by 10:00 pm and set the alarm for 7:00 am. The alarm, of
course, worked far too well. I was sore and slightly hung over and I hit
the alarm several times before it went into snooze mode. It rang again ten
minutes later and I figured I better get up this time.  I walked into the
bathroom and took a quick shower and went into the kitchen to get some
coffee.

At about quarter to eight I pulled on my old gym shorts and found a tee to
take with me. I got into the truck and started towards the docks. I got
there with 15 minutes to spare. About five minutes later I saw a small
transport boat pull up and two guys got off of it. One of the guys was my
Dad. He had on his stupid overalls with no shirt and flip flops.

The other guy was someone I had never seen. He had on some really old
501's--real tight and real worn. His shirt was an old blue plaid one
unbuttoned down to his navel. He was moderately hairy--muscles every where.
His sleeves were cut off. He looked almost like a lumber jack. He had nice
long and curly brown hair. Just over his ears but not down to his
shoulders. And he had on construction type boots.

The dude was hot and was so my type. He was young too; couldn't be more
than 22 or 23.

Dad all of a sudden saw me in the truck and waved. I got out and waved
back. It was then that I realized that all I had on was my gym shorts. I
felt a little under dressed. I was about to meet a stud from god knows
where and here I was looking like a fucking whore.

They got to me and Dad said, "Hey son, you miss me?" and he took me into a
huge bear hug. He didn't let go for a minute or two. I returned the hug
with as much force. Dad smelled great--a little grease, sweat and dirt. I
loved it.

"Son, this is Roland. I'm sure you heard his name out of Jimmy's mouth the
other day. He's the one they thought fucked up the shaft. Roland, this is
my boy, Ryan." I shook his hand. Big meaty hand it was. The guy had a
slight glisten of sweat on his chest and i just wanted to lick it off. He
wasn't a muscle god but he was thick and meaty and muscular. Like a really
hot football player. He had broad shoulders and a really small waist.

"Glad to meet you Ryan. Your Dad won't stop talking about you. I happy to
meet the legend," Roland had a smile that could melt a better man.

"Well don't believe everything he says. I am just as bad as other teenagers
my age." I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"Come on boys. Roland is going to stay with us a couple of days son. He is
on suspension and I expect them to take him back soon so he can stay with
us till then, okay?"

"Sure Dad. Always up for company," especially hot fucking company was what
I was thinking. The guy had to be a mixture of Irish and Italian. Brawny
yet suave--shit I'm hard and I didn't' even notice.

Dad got in the driver's seat and Roland was seated in the middle of him and
I on the bench seat. We got back to the trailer about 10:00 am and Dad
said, "I hope you and Sam didn't drink all the beer son. I need a few right
now, how about you Roland?"

"I'm the guest sir. I follow the leader in cases like this. Hell yeah I
want a beer." Roland had a smile from ear to ear again. I also noticed
sitting by him in the truck that he smelled like one of my wet
dreams--masculine as hell. Sweat a bit of dirt. I wanted to live in his arm
pit.

We got in the trailer and Dad started to open the beers. Truth be told
there was a case and a half left. We were not hurting for beers.

"Make yourself at home Roland. It's not much but it's ours free and clear."
Dad said as he let his straps of his overalls fall off his shoulders.

Roland sat down and took off his boots and socks. I was tempted to grab
those socks for later and have a good jack off session.

I was still just in my gym shorts. Hell I was practically naked. My cock
was half full of blood since we been home. My Dad looked as hot as ever too
but I couldn't take my eyes off of Roland.

After about four beers a piece and Dad telling some old jokes and stuff we
all started relaxing. Dad got up to get us our fifth round and on the way
to the kitchen let his overall slide off of him and he stepped out of them.

Roland kinda chuckled but then looked over at me sort of uncomfortable. I
looked over at him and then stood up and took off my gym shorts. "Dad makes
the dress rules around here. I usually join in." I said.

Dad came back naked with the three beers. I was sitting on the couch buck
naked myself and Roland still had on his jeans and shirt. I took my beer
and Roland took his.

"You mise well join us Roland. God knows I know you want to," Dad said.

Roland looked at me again unsure. So I got up and went over to him and
unbuttoned the only button he had on his shirt and helped him take it off.
Then I unbuttoned his 501's and then gave him the 'well?' look. He lifted
his ass off the couch and slid his jeans off. He didn't have on
underwea--thank goodness.

After that we had a couple more beers and just shot the shit. I did notice
that Roland had quite the piece of meat. It didn't quite measure up to
Sam's but it was thick and I bet it was close to nine inches hard.

I was close enough that I could still smell him. I was starting to get
hard. Dad noticed.

"It's okay son. Roland is one of us. He wanted to meet you." Dad said all
of a sudden. "He likes all the same things we do. He likes to fuck, but he
likes to get fucked too. You okay with that?"

I looked at Dad then at Roland. Poor guy looked so uncomfortable. He was
looking at me for acceptance. I was the youngest one here and yet I felt
like Roland was actually the youngest.

"Of course I am Dad." I said looking at Roland the whole time.

I slid over on the couch and looked into Roland's eyes. I moved in and my
lips met his. I started opening my mouth and so did he. I moved my hand
down to his cock and felt it up. I felt his balls too. His breathing
started getting heavier.

I pulled back for a minute and then lifted his left arm. I dove into his
pit. I heard him gasp then moan. I stayed in there till it was clean as
could be.

He looked down at me and put his finger under my chin and lifted me up to
his lips again and we started to make out. The kissing got real sloppy and
I couldn't stop. This guy was perfect. He was getting sweatier too. I was
up against him and the heat was building.

All of a sudden the phone rang. I broke our kiss and looked at Dad. "I'll
get it," he said. It was then I noticed that Dad was hard.

I went back to kissing Roland. I couldn't believe how much I liked kissing
him. Then I heard...

"Oh hey Sam. Yeah it's me. What's that?" Obviously Dad was talking to Sam.

"Well sure, you can still come over. I brought home a buddy of mine from
the rig and it looks like I'm about to get left out of stuff so I know I
would appreciate the company... what's that? Oh yeah. He and Ryan are
getting along real good." Dad stopped to listen. "Yeah. I can use a big
black cock up my ass. I'm not sure where Ryan is going, but I bet it will
be a hell of a party. Come on over."

"Sam will be over in a bit. You two stay as you are. I'm going to go get
more beer." Dad said as he put on his board shorts.

After Dad left Roland looked down at me and said, "Damn bro, you are
fucking hot. I hope I didn't freak you out or anything."

"The only thing that would freak me out at this point Roland is if you
stopped what you were doing." With that I got down on the floor and lifted
his legs. I kept pushing up till I saw his hole. I dove into it. It tasted
funky as hell but I was willing to clean it.

His moaning was a good indicator that I was doing a good job. "Ah dude, you
gotta fuck me. Damn you feel good." Not exactly what I wanted to hear. I
wanted him to fuck me. But this dude was so hot I was willing to give him
what he wanted.

"Just go in dry man. I need you now." Roland was basically moaning out his
words. Who was I to deny him? I spit on my cock and rubbed it on his hole.
I spit again just to be sure. His eyes were rolling back at this point.

I lined it up and started to go in. He was impatient though and started to
grab my hips and pull me forward. It hurt my cock so I knew it must be
hurting his ass. But I drove in anyway.

He moaned and hissed but I got all the way in. Once I was he grabbed the
back of my neck and started to kiss me again.

"I may not be too clean Ryan," Roland said between kisses.

"Do you really think I care at this point?" I replied.

Then I just started fucking him. I lifted his knees around my hips and
started fucking him hard. I didn't care about anything else. This man felt
so good and so right. We kissed and slobbered all over each other. Our
sweat started to build up and I was in pig heaven again.

I started to build into an orgasm. I couldn't believe it. I fucked him with
shorter but more determined strokes. He was moaning like I was yesterday
with Sam.

I couldn't hold it any longer. I asked him where he wanted it. He said to
not even think about pulling out. He wanted me in him.

As soon as he said that I couldn't hold off any longer. I shot in him with
all my might. I didn't feel like I was going to stop anytime soon. That's
when he came. He shot all over his stomach. It was fucking hot!
That's also when I heard a voice behind me, "Now that was fucking hot!" I
looked over my shoulder and it was Sam. He had just walked in and watched
the end of our session. "Where's your daddy? Sam needs some lovin' now."

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