Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 16:54:34 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Wildcat, Part 8, gay/incest

Yeah great I love him too, but how could I tell him that instead of Jimmy I
wished it was him?

"Well I'll tell you what, we done enough talking for now. I got to get my
truck in to check something out. A buddy of mine owns a small garage down
the highway a bit and I'll get him to check it out. You want to go for a
ride or you want to stay here?" Dad finally said.

"No I'll come. I guess I'll get dressed." I said with a sigh. I kinda like
the new house rules.

"Just grab a pair of shorts bud. Al is a friend and he is at the garage by
himself. No worries. I'm not even wearing shoes. Just putting some flips in
the back of the truck." Dad said.

I went to get some gym shorts that were kinda short, but sort of loose and
grabbed my flips too. I came out of my room and Dad was wearing an old pair
of maroon gym shorts that were well worn and faded. They were tight on his
ass and hugged his thighs real tight I didn't know how he kept his cock
from falling out. It was pretty hot. He had his flips in his hand also and
was headed to the truck.

We got in the truck and we both had that hot and steamy scent coming from
our pits. "It smells down right sexual in here son", Dad said with a sneer.
And with that we headed off.

We headed east on the highway and got off a few exits out of the city
limits. Turned down a main street of a small town and headed to the other
side. We came to a dirt road and Dad turned off onto it. We came up to and
old filling station with two old pumps outside that look like they haven't
worked in years. The sign on the pumps said gas was 45 cents for regular.
But there were no hoses on the pumps and the glass was broken out of both
of them, so you knew there was no gas to be had here.

We hopped out of the truck and Dad called out. "Al you around?" he said
into the garage door that was open. A tall, thin but muscular man came out
wearing mechanic coverall with no sleeves and unzipped to the crotch. He
had on nothing underneath and was sweating like a pig. His legs were cut
off too right above the knees and the coveralls had more holes in them than
not. They were thin also, so thin that they looked like they would tear if
the wind picked up.

"Well shit Mark. I didn't know you were around? What's going on and who is
this young stud you got with you?" The man grinned.

"Well this young stud is my son, Al."

"Oh shit Mark. Didn't mean no disrespect. But he is a looker."

"That he is Al. Now what the fuck you up to? I need you to look at my
truck. You got a few minutes?"

"Fuck yeah for you. I was just working on this old Maverick that one of the
neighbors refuses to give up on. I was underneath of it naked as a jay bird
and when the car pulled up; I thought it may be a paying customer so I got
dressed up" Al was laughing and we joined in.

"No need to dress for us, is there son? We're not exactly going to Sunday
service ourselves."

Al looked at me then at my Dad. Dad winked and nodded his head to Al. Al
grinned and said, "Well hell, then I don't need these after all." And with
that he shucked his coveralls and they fell to the ground. The man had a
nice big cock dangling from his hairy bush. It wasn't even half hard and
looked huge.

"Now what part of the truck am I supposed to look at Mark?"

"The rear." Dad said as he took off his own shorts. My mouth dropped open
as Dad walked over to Al and grabbed his cock right outside in front of the
garage. Not that there was a ton of traffic on the road, but I couldn't
believe it. I got hard and nervous all at once.
What are they going to do next?

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