Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2014 07:30:55 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Wildcat, Part 3, gay/incest

We must have sat there about 15 minutes not moving. As I realized this, the
door bell rang again. It had to be my dad. I didn't know if I had the
strength to go through anything else tonight, but I got off the couch and
went to answer the door.

As I opened it I saw something I wasn't expecting. At the door was a tough
looking dude. His head was buzzed real short and he had a mustache that
looked like an upside down horseshoe. The rest of his face looked unshaven
for a few days as well as a little dirty. His eyes were dark and almost
menacing.

As I took inventory of the individual before me I saw that he also had on
tight overalls with no shirt underneath, but he was wearing an unbuttoned
shirt over them. I could see parts of his chest. Then he also had on large
boots that looked brownish, and oily.

I must have been standing there for a few seconds with my mouth just
hanging open. I was expecting my Dad and this person showed up.

"I'm assuming you're Ryan?" the stranger asked when he realized I wasn't
going to say anything.

"er...yea, um who are you?", this dude knew me.

"I'm you're father, Mark Earl, don't you recognize my voice at least?" Now
that he mentioned it his voice did sound like the voice that I've talked to
over the years on the phone. But my Dad was a total nerd. There is no way
that this...this...this masculine hunky dude is my Dad.

"But, um...you're picture...? I stammered.

"What picture Ryan?" by this time Gram was making her way to the door.

"You're wedding picture to Mom..." I replied.

With that Dad smiled and chuckled a little and said, "I'm afraid that was a
long time ago. At least 20 years Ryan. People change in all that time. Hey
Mom how you holding up?" Dad said with concern when he saw Gram come up
behind me. She was looking more and more frail as the night wore on.

"Mark? Is that you? MY how time has changed you. What have you done to
yourself?" Gram at least sounded a bit chipper knowing that Dad arrived.

We all started into the living room. "Sorry guys, but I just hopped on a
boat and headed to the car when I heard that Jessica and Thomas were
missing. I'm afraid I didn't have any time to clean up or even pack a
decent set of clothes. Any word on them yet by the way?".

Gram and I looked at each other and she started to tear up again. I looked
at my Dad, I guess he's my Dad, sure doesn't' look like him, but anyway, I
said, "There were no survivors Dad." And I started to tear up as well. Dad
moved to Gram and took her in his arms, "I'm sorry Mom. I didn't realize. I
know how much you loved Jessica, how much she loved you too." It seemed
just the right thing to say and Gram seemed to relax a bit.

By this time it was about 7 pm and Gram was looking real tired. "Ryan, I'm
going to go to bed. I guess I'll sleep in Thomas' and your Mom's room. That
way your Dad can have the guest room. Give him something to eat and show
him his room. I'll see you both in the morning." And that abruptly Gram
turned and went upstairs.

"I've never seen her this frail," I said, mostly to myself, but also to my
Dad.

"It's never right when your child goes before you son." he turned to me,
"God, I've been wanting to see you for years, but I wish it was under
better circumstances."

"You have?" I almost didn't believe him.

"Hell yes I have son. But your Mom said you probably weren't ready to see
me yet. I don't know what that means, but hell I was always off somewhere
else anyway."

"Mom said I wasn't ready? Ready to see you? I don't get it."

"Well I'm here now. I guess I'm here for good. Does Thomas have any beer? I
could sure use one after all this."

I went to the fridge. Thomas was a Budweiser man and usually had over a six
pack in there. I grabbed Dad a bottle and went back to the living room. Dad
had removed his shirt and was sitting on the couch. I stopped just shy of
the couch and looked at him. He was built, what was the term...? Oh yea,
'like a brick shit house'. His arms were huge and his shoulders almost
engulfed the straps of the overalls. His skin was well tanned.

He saw me stop and said, "Sorry son, it's stuffy in here; do you mind? I
wouldn't have done it if your Grandmother was still here but I was hot."

"Er, no...um, here's your beer." I stammered again. Damn my Dad was a stud.

He also had a tattoo on his left bicep--an eagle and the initials U.S.M.C.
under it. United States Marine Corp.??? "You were a Marine?" I asked when I
saw it.

"Well yeah son. Didn't your Mom ever tell you? I joined after we separated.
I was in the corp. for 8 years. Thank goodness that Vietnam mess was over
with before that, or I probably wouldn't have joined." That explains the
change. There is no way a nerd could remain a nerd in the Marines.

Dad finished his beer and asked for another. I was glad to get it for him.
All this time I thought my old man was a total nerd and here he is a
fricking ex-Marine and he works on an oil rig in the gulf. Who would of
thought?

After Dad had a few more beers and he filled me in on some of what he had
done the years he was gone I realized it was getting to be about 10 o'clock
and I was getting tired. I could tell by his eyes that he was too. "Wanna
show me that guest room Ryan. I think I'm ready." he said as he stood up.
He unbuttoned the sides of his overalls too to loosen them.

"Sure Dad. I'm tired too. Come on up." I showed his the hall bathroom first
than I opened the door to the guest bedroom. The bed was already made up
and Dad sat on it and took off his boots, so I was about to say goodnight
before Dad said, "It's all gonna be alright Ryan. We'll take care of each
other. If that's alright with you?" and with that he stood up and unsnapped
his overalls and they fell to the ground. He was naked underneath and his
cock was thick and huge. He turned to get into bed and his ass was large
and muscular also. Damn this guy was built.

"That's fine by me Dad, good night." I turned to leave realizing that I had
a hard on.
"Good night son. See you in the morning."

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