Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2014 17:56:05 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Wildcat, Part 5, gay/incest

Dad thankfully went to take a quick shower in his bathroom and I headed to
the bathroom off my bedroom. It was still kind of hot back there but the
shower felt great. I put my gym shorts back on and walked out to the living
room. Dad was in the kitchen (there is no wall between the kitchen and
living room) putting on coffee. He had on some board shorts that hung off
his ass with the slightest bit of crack showing. He looked fucking awesome.

"Hey son, you want some coffee?"

"Sure Dad. What are we going do today?"

"Well, Ryan, first order of business is to go to Sears and get three new
air conditioners. I had been meaning to do it for a while anyway. I knew
that those old pieces of crap weren't going to last much longer. And I have
to stop at a pay phone and call my bud in Gulfport and see if he can bring
some of my shit. He visits family here now and then anyway so I'm sure he
wouldn't mind. His name is Jimmy. He and I go way back...to the Marines
anyway." Dad said and he all of a sudden got a far away look in his eyes.

I noticed the coffee was done and mentioned it to Dad. It snapped him back
to the present. I wonder what that was all about.

"Sorry son, here. I rinsed out the cups, they should be fine. But we're
going to need some basics. Everything here is so fucking musty and, well...
you get it." He poured the coffee.

Our day went pretty quick after that. We first unloaded the truck and
unhitched the U-Haul and left it in the driveway locked up.

We stopped at Sears. Dad dropped $1000 on three new air conditioners; a
large one for the main living area and two smaller ones for the bed rooms.
We took the A/C units home first and left them in their boxes on the living
room floor then we headed to the grocery store.

When we got there Dad decided to call Jimmy from their pay phone. I started
shopping. By the time Dad found me again I had half the shopping cart
filled.

"Let's see there, damn boy, you know how to shop. Meat, potatoes, milk. So
far so good. But where's the beer?" We both laughed.

"I didn't see a liquor section Dad or it would be in here."

"Don't worry son, this is New Orleans. There's a liquor section in here
somewhere." And we headed off to find that and then the cleaning supplies
we needed.

"Oh by the way son, Jimmy is going to be down later tonight. He has the
next three days off. As you know I took another week off. Anyway he is
going to bring down my clothes and shit from the apartment for me and then
camp out with us for a night or two. I think you and Jimmy will hit it off
pretty good."

"He must be a good friend if he's doing all that for you Dad."

"He's about the best friend you could have son." Dad got that far away look
again.

So we loaded it all up and headed home. We went through McDonald's
drive-thru and got some lunch first and took that home too.

After we put everything away and ate our McDonald's, we started with the
air conditioners. We were stripped back down to just our shorts again. The
trailer was getting hot again too as it was getting to be about 1 in the
afternoon. I was sweating and stinking and so was Dad. I loved the fact
that he was so natural like me. His scent was going to drive me wild though.

So we got the two small conditioners up pretty quickly and set the old ones
out on the porch. The larger one posed a few problems though. It was too
heavy to hang out the window without support, so while Dad was busy
attaching the support on the outside of the trailer, I was unpacking it
from its box. It was almost too heavy for me to lift by myself. By the time
Dad was finished though I had it all ready to lift up to the window. Dad
came in and we each took a side and lifted it up. Just as we did I heard a
rip. "Shit" Dad said.

"What happened?" I asked.

"My damn shorts just ripped down the crack of my ass" I started laughing so
hard I almost dropped the air conditioner. He started laughing too, but
then said, "Alright son, we're going to drop the damn thing. Set it down
for a second.

"Sure dad. You want to change?" I asked as we set it down.

"Nah son, one thing you'll learn about me is that I don't wear much anyway.
I'm only still dressed for you. Otherwise I would have been bare-assed as
soon as I hit the door. So having a hole in my seat isn't going to ruin my
day--unless you mind." Dad said with a wink.

"er...well... Hell no Dad, um... I don't care. Don't change for me. I'm not
used to it, but I don't think I'm all that shy either. I wish I had the
nerve to shuck all my clothes all the time, but Thomas was pretty
conservative so I always wore at least shorts and a tee shirt around the
house. But I rarely wore a shirt out with my friends and stuff."

"So you were a bit of a show off then eh son?" Dad said with a gleam in his
eye. "If I had the body at 17 that you have I would have been too. But
being the class nerd had it disadvantages."

With that we picked up the air conditioner and put it in the window, and
then secured it.
By around three we had the air conditioners up and running, but it was
going to take a while to cool down the tin can of a house trailer. We went
out to the porch and Dad brought out a couple of beers. The rip in his
shorts was barely visible until he bent over to pick something up. Then I
could see his total crack and even the pucker of his hole.

We were drinking slowly but steadily when around 4:30 we heard a vehicle
drive up. It was a pick up truck sort of like Dad's. "Jimmy's here," Dad
said with a smirk.

I looked over and there was a shirtless hunk behind the wheel. He had
longish hair and muscular body, but not overly so. He got out of the truck
and yelled, "You better have a beer cold for me you son-of-a-bitch. The
drive was hot and I have no air conditioning." He was wearing tight jeans,
501's it looked like, and he looked hot. He sort of reminded me of Kurt
Russell in 'Overboard'.

"Then get over here you asshole. We got beer on ice right here. And watch
your fucking mouth in front of my son." Dad laughed.

Jimmy came up on the porch and Dad gave him a bear hug. "Thanks for making
the trip."

Jimmy hugged back and said, "Yeah, you owe me. That apartment of yours is a
sty. I didn't know what was clean or what was dirty so I just threw it all
into garbage bags and let you sort it out."

"Well, yeah, but don't be saying that in front of my boy. I want him to
have the illusion of a neat and orderly father. Oh by the way, Jimmy, this
is my son Ryan."

Jimmy came over and shook my hand. "Good to meet you buddy. Your dad always
talked non-stop about you and how proud of you he was. Maybe you could
straighten out the old mess."

"Hey now, I'm not a mess. I just leave messes." We all laughed.

Jimmy turned out to have a great personality--very funny and outgoing. He
went in and changed to a pair of gym shorts and we sat out on the porch all
evening drinking, eating steaks and talking. We all got along great.

About 9 o'clock I was getting tired and said good night. I went into my new
room and it felt nice and cool thanks to the new air conditioner. I
stripped down and dove into bed. I didn't even bother to shut the door. It
must have been a couple hours later I was awakened by a bang or something.
I laid there for a few minutes in a fog.

Then I heard Jimmy and my Dad. It was Jimmy first. "Fuck I missed this ass
dude. I haven't had anything this good in a while."

"Just how many asses have you had in the lousy 10 days I've been gone you
old slut?"

"Come on now Mark. It's just a number. Who cares? You're just pissed
because you haven't had a cock up your ass in those ten days."

"Well, true, you got me there. Ohhh...fuck. Damn I missed that tongue." The
talking faded and the moaning increased.

"I hope Ryan's a sound sleeper," Jimmy said, "Because you're getting louder.

"Hmmm, yeah, Don't worry. I jacked off on the couch last night with him
sleeping there. You know how loud I get. He didn't make a move."

"And I bet it turned you on to know he was there too eh?"
I was wide awake now...

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