Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2016 01:25:25 -0600
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 15

Redneck Brothers And Shit Pt 15

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It was the first of week of the ungodly hot month of August.  Monday
morning I was dripping with sweat by the time I walked in the door of the
hardware store.  Standing at the register was a butch looking female with
her hair in a big braid.  She had a brace/boot thing around her middle
leg.  A pair of crutches was next to here.

"Howdy! Good morning!"

"Good mornin'" I said shyly.

"I'm Frankie...you must be Mr. Maxwell."

"Yes ma'am."

I wondered where Craig was.

"I'm sure he told you about that dang knee of mine?"

"A little bit.  Is he sick today?"

She finished counting the till and closed the drawer.

"He's taking a vacation now that I am back."

"Nice to meet you...but he never said anything to me."

She just smiled.  It was kind of weird to me.  I had expected this woman to
return after I went back to school and not before the end of summer.  And
why was she back when she still had crutches and a brace on her leg?

"I talked to him, he told me you're a hard worker and a cool guy to work
with.  He spoke extremely highly of you!"

"Oh cool!" I said.

Craig had never told me about my job performance one way or another--the
compliment was nice.  I'd gotten to like him and we worked well together.
Now I had to start over with this new woman.  I was sure I'd be doing all
the grunt work with her in the brace and crutches.

I clocked in at the back and rolled up boxes of new stock that had been
placed in the stockroom pending the completion of the inventory.  I felt
kind of self conscious around Frankie.  She seemed harmless...and a total
dyke.  As soon as we opened, customers came in.  I stayed really busy all
day with helping customer's while she stocked shelves.  I figured she was
sizing me up.  At the end of the day, she told me I did really well.  To my
surprise, she got around very well despite her stiff leg and worked as much
as I did.

- - -

The next day at work, and while staring at a Mexican man's hot ass, I
wondered what it would be like to eat out his sweaty ass.  I was given a
till that day so I had the opportunity to ring him up when he was ready to
purchase.  The money he took out of his wallet was totally wet--soaked with
butt sweat.  Before closing the drawer I discreetly sniffed the
twenty-dollar and single dollar bills by pretending to scratch my chin with
it.  He smiled a sexy smile and said goodbye in a thick accent.  I sighed
and watched him walk out.  I had nothing be sex on my mind--dad was right.

It was then at which the idea hit me.  I'd seen ads for rim chairs in the
porn mags that Derrick had shared with me at his place.  I looked around
the store and realized I could make one myself.  So, when my lunch break
came I walked to grab a burger.  While eating inside, I took my pen from my
pocket and used a napkin or two to make some sketches.  I estimated what
materials I'd need and the cost.  The idea was sealed.

After lunch I walked to the bank and used the ATM to withdraw some cash.

Before leaving work, I bought all the stuff.  Of course Frankie asked me
what I was making.  I told her I was helping a buddy with some repairs at
his farm.  She bought the lie.  I purchased PVC pipes, connectors, screws,
wheels, brackets, and a toilet seat of course.

I carried the stuff home in the heat and probably looked crazy with the
toilet seat over my back in its cardboard and clear plastic holder.  I got
an erection because I was openly walking with the toilet seat and I knew
what it was for.  I kept imaging my father on the rim chair, cheeks spread,
and a massive brown turd sliding down to my mouth.  I looked down and saw
my denim-covered boner was obvious to anyone that passed.  I didn't care!

When I got to my apartment, the nosey woman next door told me that I didn't
have to buy a toilet seat and that the office would replace mine.  I had to
tell her it was for someone else.  Then she shut up.  My hard on was gone
by then of course.  Stupid nosey bitch!

When I finished dinner, I called the guys over and asked them to bring some
tools.  Dad was going to be home late and I thought it would be the perfect
time to construct it.  Only Derrick showed up and he brought a saw and
other tools he'd borrowed from his dad's toolboxes.  We sat the stuff on
the floor and measured out each piece of pipe required.  I got hard again
just thinking talking about constructing the dam chair.

He'd arrived freshly showered but sweaty after the ride.  I had stripped as
soon as I had arrived at home, so I told him to ditch his shorts.  We
fooled around a little in between our work--mostly cock and butt groping.
We farted any chance we could.  I fed him a quick piss and encouraged him
to keep drinking more of the bottled water in my fridge.

Strong PVC pipe was used with connectors and brackets to make the frame.
I'd bought some casters/wheels so we had a fucking chair that rolled!  The
wheels were cheap and wobbly, but they had small locks to keep in place.
When it was finally done, I got under it and asked him to sit on it.  I
hoped it wouldn't collapse on me--but if it did what a wonderful way to go!

His ass was perfectly accessible, but he was too high.  So, we shortened
the legs and put a pillow under it.  After more adjusting and tightening of
brackets, we each sat hard on it and knocked it around...it seemed quite
sturdy.  After all that work, it was perfect.  He put his tools away and I
cleaned up the mess.  It was time for dad to get home and I was gonna tell
him to leave.

The guys knew dad was gay.  Dad new about them.  I changed my mind and
thought, "why not keep using the chair until dad got home so he could see
it in action?"  Derrick was not so sure...he thought dad might get mad at the
intrusion.  I knew better.

Lo and behold, just another ten minutes later the front door lock clicked
and the door opened.  In full display, of the open door he saw his son
under a contraption with his face in another naked teenager's ass.  Dad
shut it quickly to hide us from the neighbors.  I'd forgot about that.
Then he just stared for a minute.

"Hey dad!  We made a rim chair.  I hope you don't mind.  We're testing it
out."

I moved out a little to see dad's face.  He looked tired, but I saw his
dick was already hard in his work pants.

"Wanna watch dad?" I said boldly.

I was prepared for him to laugh it off and go to the other room.  He didn't
say anything but just sat on the couch and looked at us.  I scooted back
under Derrick and started sucking on his sagging loose hole.  It was puffy
and round having been fisted so many times by his brother.  I rammed my
tongue as deep into his hole and found a soft mushy lump of shit.  I felt
my dick pulsing against my pubes.  I was so damn hard.

"Yew shore have a nice one sir!" I heard Derrick mumble in his Texas
countrified accent.

I immediately looked back to dad.  Dad was sitting there in his work
uniform with his cock out and jacking!"

"Thanks handsome!" he said.

I was shocked...but so turned on.  Derrick started jacking off and looked
directly at my father.  I got back under him.  He reached his leg out and
used his foot to play with my dick.  I sucked hard on his swollen ass
lips.  Then, right there in the living room with dad watching us, he shit
into my mouth!  Dad had no idea what he just did while my lips were locked
on that asshole!

It was unexpected and I gagged for a moment and kept my lips locked.  I
didn't want dad to smell it.  The shit tasted good and felt so creamy.  I
swallowed it all immediately in two gulps.  Then I took Derrick's balls and
twisted the fuck out of them.  He barely flinched. It was my payback for
the unexpected shit in the mouth.  I twisted it hard and then bit his
taint.  Dad must not have seen the latter...or known about the shit.  I let
go of his balls and they slowly unwound on their own.  Then I heard dad
moaning.  He was cumming!

I slid out to watch and after he was done, he seemed a little embarrassed.

"You have fun guys!"

Dad walked to the bathroom and disappeared.

"Oh my god...your dad is so cool like mine.  You think he would join us?"

I'd have to talk to him alone about that one.

"Maybe at some point."

I'd told no one about me and my dad having sex together.  I'd love to have
sex with dad and my buddies but I didn't think he would do it.  After all,
I was under age and he felt a little guilty about that alone.  He'd
probably be too careful to involve anyone else.  Maybe I could convince him
that we were all 16 and just two years from being "adults" in the eyes of
the law.

I sat up got on my knees.  Derrick pulled me into a rough kiss.  He tasted
the shit in my mouth and moaned.  We stood up and kissed hard.  I was so
turned on by everything...dad watching us, dad not knowing I ate shit in
front of him, dad cumming in front of my buddy.

"Fuck me now!" I told him.

He spitted all over his dick and pushed it in halfway went I bent over.

"You wet enough?"

"More spit...then do it hard!"

We fucked loud right there in the open.  I heard the bathroom door open but
I didn't look back.  The bar that divided the kitchen and living room was
all that blocked us from dad's view if had looked.  I had my hands on the
bar and one leg on a barstool.  Derrick fucked me from behind.  He spit on
his hand and jacked my cock with his big arm around me.

His big balls bounced hard against mine and I was drooling down my chin and
felt dizzy.  I burped and it tasted like shit and smelled like a dirty
fart.  I heard him groan after only five minutes.   He slammed me so hard
that it hurt--but I didn't tell him.  His hand never stopped jacking me and
I started spewing cum onto the wicker seat of the chair.

I bent down and turned around and cleaned shit off his dick with my
tongue.  He gripped my head and then began pissing a load.  The hot liquid
sprayed against my tonsils until I got it under control and just gulped it
all down like it was water.  We kissed more tenderly afterward and then he
pulled on his shorts.

"I gotta get my ass home..." He said.

"Cool, well thanks for coming to help me!"

He slapped me on the ass and winked.  Then he was gone.  I walked to the
bathroom and gargled with Listerine.  Dad was naked on the bed--he'd left
the door open!

"Don't shower...come here!" he said.

I spitted out the mouthwash and walked to him.  My ass felt warm and I
needed to fart.  If I did, I'd spill the fresh load of sperm in there.

"Lay on the bed!"

I obeyed and walked to him.  I scooted down next to him.  I still smelled
sweaty from work and sex.  Dad rolled over on me and got on top of me.  He
started kissing the back of my neck--something that always gave me chills.

"I'm gonna screw that freshly fucked ass of yours!"

"Your language, dad!" I joked.

He playfully bit my neck and pressed his dick against my battered hole.

"Oh yeah!" I said.

Dad pushed in with ease.  My ass was fully lubed and ready.  He must have
been so overheated over watching me and Derrick that he was already
"re-charged".  Dad steadily fucked me for the next half hour and deposited
another load of cum in me.  He sucked me off after we were done and then we
kissed.

"You're so sexy Max.  I'm glad you let me see you and your friend having
sex.  And that chair is so kinky!"

"I love you dad.  You're so fucking sexy yourself!"

I pulled him into a kiss and we made out passionately.  I could have cum
another time, but dad was expiring.  When I knew he was closed to nodding
off, I let him go.  I eased out of bed and went to the bathroom.  While
there I sat on the toilet until the urge came.  Then I squatted on the
floor and grabbed a paper cup near the mouthwash.  I grunted and squeezed
all that cum out.  It came out in liquid-like drips like snot.  Once the
tiny cup was filled, I sat on the commode and started jacking off.  I
slowly sipped the cum of my dad and buddy like it was a shot-glass of cum
until I came again.

I barely produced any cum myself, but the cum I ate was spectacular--mature
man cum and teenage cum!  I wiped my ass on the back of my hand and walked
back to the bed.  I rolled up next to my father, both of us naked and
stinky.  I spooned him from behind and hugged him hard.  I loved him so
much!

- - -

The next two weeks went by fast.  I never saw Craig at work, but I
developed a good rapport with Frankie.  When I asked about him after the
second Friday he was gone, she seemed troubled.  She said she didn't know
if he'd be back until later.

The brothers had started football practice daily.  The school was between
work and home forming a triangle.  The school was easy to walk to in a
short time, so on my lunch hour one Friday, I bought food and walked over
to the campus.  It was eleven thirty and the guys were all sitting there
being yelled at by their coach. The football team was in their own clothing
(shorts and t-shirts).  Some had tank tops; others had cut out sleeves or
wore them tightly.  All lf them had their pads and gear on over their
workout clothes.  Everyone was sweating and looked beat down.  My dick
stirred immediately.

I sat in a small set of bleachers and ate my taco.  Lee looked over my way
and discreetly nodded.  Then their coach dismissed them.

"What the fuck are you up to `hardware man'?" his brother said.

"I'm over here seeing what you fuckin' girls do all morning!" I teased.

"I gotta get inside and shower for work.  But tomorrow, I want you to come
here an hour later.  You're gonna love it!"

We did a man-shake by touching our fists and I walked back to the store.  I
had no idea what he had planned.  When I got to work I asked Frankie if I
could take a later lunch the next day.  She was cool with it, so from then
on I was in suspense.

- - -

The next day, my stomach growled, but I walked straight to the football
field behind the school and saw Lee and Derrick shirtless on the back of
their truck.  Each had denim shorts on.  They'd obviously showered after
practice.

"So what's this all about?" I asked.

"Follow us man!"

So, I walked behind them and entered the gym from a door I hadn't seen
opened before.  Just inside, was a small room with two washing machines and
a dryer.  The room stunk of bleach.

"Look at this!"

I moved to Lee's position and looked into a huge plastic container.  It was
full of jock straps!

"These are from the whole team.  They dump'em in here and they get washed
and laid out the next day.  Take a whiff man!"

I moved my head over the giant container.  It was actually a industrial
sized plastic trashcan with wheels, but was used for the jocks.  My breath
was taken away at the wonderful musk that hovered over it all.  I pulled
two of them to my nose and inhaled.

"Wow man, that's fucking amazing!" I exclaimed.

I pushed the pouch of one of them into my mouth.  The material was damp and
it tasted really salty.  The guys dug from a plastic bag that was sitting
on the dryer.

"Here man, Jerry Kincaid's jock!"

He handed me a jock with a big pouch that was still holding the shape of
some big-crotched player.  Jerry was a huge, African American stud.  I put
it in my mouth after I huffed it and sucked the sweat out.

"Yum!" I said.

"Here's Trent Garvin's jock!" Derrick said and pulled another out of the
bag.

I sniffed it.

"He puts the straps in his crack!" He said.

I sniffed the straps and noticed they smelled like ass.  There was the
slightest tint of brown on the underside.

"Shit man, you guys do this all the time?"

"Jock duty rotates with putting up equipment and stuff.  Today was our
turn.  That's why we're here late but we gotta get our asses to work!"

"You lucky fuckers!  I gotta get back to work too!" I told them.

"Take the bag!" they said. "You can give them back to us later and we'll
slip them in...or take them home.  There's a ton of extras.  No one would
have a clue."

"Sweet!" I said.

I grabbed the bag and I gulped down the rest of my fountain drink.  From
there, I jogged back to work.

- - -

The entire time I worked, I couldn't keep my mind off the two dirty jocks
hidden in my back under the front counter.   I couldn't wait to get home to
sniff them out better.  I was horny over most every man that entered the
store.  I imagined myself having sex with each of them...the handsome young
daddy who brought a baby in with him, a rough older man with a beard and
shaved head, a fortysomething with salt and pepper hair.  I was a mess.
The best was when any Latino Laborer entered.  They were always cute,
sweaty, and smelled wonderfully sweaty.

I had an erection throughout my entire walk home from work.  My cock was
pressed outward and I carried the plastic bag in my left hand just over it
for discretion.  It was tied up for both privacy and to preserve the
essences of each jock.  I had my shirt off an in the other hand.  It was
cloudy but humid as fuck and I felt sweat dripping down my back.  By the
time I got home, my boxers were soaked.

The moment I was indoors I stripped naked and got butter from the fridge
and lubed up my cock.  I lay back on our bed and pulled the first strap
over my face.  It still smelled of sweaty balls.  I imagined it was still
on a dude.  I forgot which jock that one came from who but I remembered
which two names they had told me.  Either jock was gorgeous.  I stroked my
dick slowly and edged close to an orgasm.  I held off before slipping that
strap off and pulled on the other strap.

The other jock was saltier and more pungent than the first one.  I pulled
it tightly over my nose.  Then I remembered the guys saying "Trent" kept
his straps up his crack.  I rotated it around and sniffed the back straps
and smelled butt stink.  I remembered seeing brown on it when I first saw
it at lunch.  I snorted the stink hard and jacked my dick faster.

So Trent didn't wipe his ass good.  I wondered who else on the team had
dirty asses or left tracks in their shorts.   There were many handsome,
beefy guys on the football team.  I imagined being the guy permanently
assigned to collecting and washing the jocks.  I fantasized that I had to
remove them personally from each guy after practice and lick their asses
clean if they wanted me too. I imagined half of them having dried shit in
their cracks and scraping dingle-berries from ass hairs with my teeth.
Then my cock exploded.

I was on my second load when dad walked in.  I kept on at it.  He walked
into the bedroom and smiled.

"Where did you get those?  I didn't know you wore jocks."

"I don't.  They guys sneaked these out of the locker room for me.  They
belong to some hot studs."

Dad pulled off his shirt and tossed it in the closet.  I smelled his sweat
when he sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around me to kiss me on the
forehead.  His damp armpit pressed against my shoulder briefly.  It stamped
its scent on me even after he pulled away.  He picked up the one I'd just
been huffing and sniffed it.

"Wow. That one's really ripe!"

"Yeah I know!"

Dad took over jacking me and I lay back.  Sperm from my previous cum was
still in my pubic hairs but in a more liquefied state.

"I can tell you already shot a load before I got here!"

I just grinned.  He spit on my dick to create more lube.  I inhaled his
work smells and closed my eyes.  Then I felt him sucking on my tit.  Dad
new all my buttons to push by now.  He raised his free arm over me and
pressed his sweat pit onto my face.  I started eating out his rank armpit.
As his tongue tickled the swollen nipple and the suction of his lips
surrounded it, I sighed and had my 2nd orgasm.

I opened my eyes and dad was licking his fingers.  We smiled at each
other.  Then I slid off the bed and pulled his shoes off for him.  His
socks were perfectly sweaty when I peeled them off.  I sucked his toes
after each sock was removed.  He lay back on the bed without pulling off
his pants.  I rolled over next to him and we napped until dinner with my
arms around him.

- - -

After dinner, I had dad try out the rim chair.  I got under it to eat his
ass.  When I started sucking on his hole, it seemed to be tight and closed.

"Loosen up dad!"

"Sorry Max, I'm sure you made it well but I don't want this thing to fall
on you.  I'm kind of nervous to put my full weight on it."

"Dad, just relax! You saw the big lug on it when you got here...it didn't
fall on me then!"

"Okay."

Well I tried eating more but my tongue couldn't ease in deep like I could
if he was laying on the bed.

"You're tightening up dad!"

"I gotta fart Max...not just a little.  Sitting on this is like sitting on a
real toilet.  My body's just reacting to the posture."

"So fart dad!  Who cares?"

"Well, okay..."

Dad unclenched his ass and his pucker wiggled a little.  I moved the pillow
below my head and puffed it up higher under my neck more so I could dig in.
Then dad let loose with a totally loud and nasty fart.  It smelled of
rotten eggs and shit.  It was indeed fucking horrible.  But I wanted it!

"Whoa son, haha, sorry!"

My dick reacted and was hard as steel.  I stuck my tongue in all the way
and was rewarded with the tip of a small mostly mushy turd.  I knew I had
to have it.  I slid out for a moment and went to the fridge to get dad a
beer.  He no longer got drunk, but he still had at least one beer a day.  I
popped the top and took it to him.  He looked a little surprised that I was
wanting him to drink.

"To relax dad."

He just nodded.  I scooted back under him and resumed nursing on his
butthole.   I constantly tweaked the turd with tongue.  Slowly, I dissolved
away the pointed tip.  The taste of shit was on my tongue but I wanted the
whole thing.  I stopped jacking myself and used both hands to pull dad's
cheeks apart.  This caused him to fart again. It was just a tame air puff
that time, but when tongued him again I felt that the turd had moved an
inch.  So, I spread his hole tightly apart with my fingers and tongue
fucked his pucker.  He groaned as he jacked his cock.

The turd was just sitting there begging to be released.  I was able to lick
all around the head of it but it didn't budge.  Finally, I just took a dare
and spoke up.

"PUSH dad...push out!"

His hole bulged outward as his ass ring slightly expanded.

"Do it again!"

He dropped the can on the carpet--already empty so fast!  He pushed again
and his hole flared into a circle and closed again.

"Harder!"

"Max, if I keep pushing on it I might sh--"

He stopped in mid-sentence. He paused for several seconds.

"That's what you want huh?"

"Duh dad.  Will you do it for me?"

"I don't know son, that's too wild for me."

"You won't even see it dad!"

"Seeing is not what I'm worried about."

He was worried about the smell!

"You'll be good dad.  Just do it for me one time.  If you freak or are
totally disgusted, I won't ever bring it up again."

He was quiet up there for a bit.

"Okay."

I grinned so big my face nearly broke.  My tongue rammed up his ass and I
drilled hard.  I heard dad grunting.  Then it moved out.  His turd pushed
into my mouth.  I kept my mouth glued to his hole and didn't move.  A
three-inch soft turd flushed into my mouth and I didn't move my head.  I
mashed it up with my tongue to break it into two pieces.  With a fast gulp,
I swallowed the first part whole.  Then I swallowed hard again and the
other pieces went down my throat.  My head was swimming with emotions.

After a five or six second daze, I continued sucking on dad's asshole.  I
tasted the remnants of the turd just inside his anus.  I sucked dad clean.
My tongue drilled again but found no more shit.  Then I felt cum splatter
over my dick.  Dad was shooting his load on me.  When he was done, he sat
there still.

"I gotta piss son."

My face was up under him again as he pushed his penis downward.  I opened
my mouth and dad pissed a long and strong load of urine.  With my mouth
wrapped around the heard of his dick, I constantly swallowed to empty my
mouth and received get every drop.  When he was done he got up and walked
away.  I just lay there reeling over the fact my dad just willingly pissed
and shitted in my mouth.

I heard the shower running.  I went to the bathroom and gargled several
times as he stood behind the shower curtain.  I did it loudly so he knew
what I was doing.  I got in the shower with dad and we washed each other.
Dad seemed a little different than usual.

"You okay with all this dad?  You're weirded out huh?"

"Well, yeah...kind of."

"Sorry dad."

"No, I mean...it's what you wanted."

"But you didn't like it," I said.

"I feel it's disrespectful to you son."

"Dad, you're not forcing it on me.  It's not some bondage S&M bullshit
thing.  It's fuckin' fun to me because it's nasty.  It's sexy."

He just shook his head and rolled his eyes.  He kissed me on the side of
the face and playfully slapped my wet ass.  He got out of the shower and
began drying off.  He looked disappointed.  I turned the water hotter and
sprayed it directly into my mouth.  I let the water flow over my head and
down my back.

I was sure he'd recover.  He might not kiss me for the rest of the night
for sure.  Still the shock of what just happened hit me again.

"Holy fuck," I thought,  "Dad just willingly fed me a turd!"

- - -

The next day after work, I was sitting under the chair when dad got home.
He shook his head and laughed.

"I don't know son.  This is too soon to do that again...if we ever do it
again."

I was disappointed.

"Well, how about just a good ass eatin'?  I know you're tired and could use
it."

I stuck out my tongue to demonstrate.

"Max, I'm beat.  I've got a fucking headache and my back is killing me."

"Dad, why are you helping load those damn trucks?  You don't have to do
anything but drive!  They don't pay you extra to hurt your back!"

Then I remembered.

"Oh yeah, Carlos!"

Dad's face flushed pink.

"Dad, you're blushing!"

I sighed and got up.  I pulled dad to one of the kitchen chairs and pulled
his shirt off.  I knelt down and started pulling off his shoes and socks.
I rubbed his feet.

"Ask him out dad...damn!"

"I don't know if he's gay Max...he acts totally straight."

"So do you!"

Dad shrugged and yawned.

"Ask him to go hang for a beer or a fuckin' game of pool.  Shit, that's
normal guy stuff dad!"

"Watch your language."

"Sorry.  Where does he live?"

"An hour from here."

"Then meet him halfway.  There's gotta be a redneck bar between here and
there where you two can just hang and chill."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"And if he's not gay, then you made a friend at least.  Face it dad, you
need to get out more!"

Dad burst out laughing and pulled me to his lap. He gave me a tight hug.
He kissed me on the lips briefly.  I stood up and moved to the kitchen to
make us something to eat.  When I was done fixing us sandwiches, I looked
over and dad's head and elbows were on the table.  He was asleep.

"Dinner time dad!"

He groggily raised his head and smiled.  I sat in his lap again and we ate
our food.  We shared the can of coke.  I playfully handfed the potato chips
to him. When we were done, I pulled him up to get his pants off him.  Once
dad was naked, we went to the bathroom and took a shower together.

We didn't have sex. We just talked about our day and washed each other
off.  I did spend more time than necessary, of course, washing his dick and
crack.  He played with my cock as he soaped it up, but I didn't cum or
anything.

The rest of the night, we just cuddled in the cool sheets under the
air-conditioned breeze and enjoyed each other's company while we watched TV.

- - -

As the days passed, there was still no sign of Craig.  I went to work each
day hoping to see him again.  Frankie was nice, but I had enjoyed his
company better.  She was kind of boring and sickeningly over-positive.  So
early in the morning, I didn't have patience for her happy whistling or
singing.  I preferred Craig's bitchiness--at least it had a little dark
humor under it.

Finally, it was the last weekend before school started and Craig came into
the store.  I was shocked at his appearance.  I just a month, he'd gotten
extremely skinny.  I got vibes something just wasn't right.  When I looked
him in the eyes, he looked away.

The three of worked that Saturday and discussed how I'd be working
Saturdays as usual after school started, but during the week the store was
going to be expanding their hours.  If I wanted to, I could work an a few
hours on the two days that the store stayed open later.  I figured a little
pay was better than no job at all, so I accepted.

When Craig was alone with me, I tried to talk to him.

"So where you been man?  She's killing me!"

"Sounds like an easier way to die," he said with a strange grin.

Just then several customer's entered the store.  Before I could say
anything else, Frankie who called us up front interrupted us.

I rolled my eyes and walked up to help some enormously big woman who asked
a bunch of stupid questions.  I tried to stay nice but my patience was
close to the breaking point.  Just when I was about to say something
smartass, Craig became free and stepped in to help.  He was able to get to
maker her "get to the point".  Two minutes later there was a tool in her
hands to buy.  I chuckled as I watched him direct her to the checkout where
Frankie was busily ringing up people.

Before the day was over, Craig left and I closed the store with Frankie.  I
didn't know it then, but it was the last time I was to work with Craig.  As
I walked home, I was in a somber mood and very tired.  I surprised myself
by only wanting to eat and then sleeping throughout the early evening.  I
only got up at midnight to snack and went back to bed.

- - -

Sunday morning I woke up after hearing a banging noise.  Dad's arm and leg
was around me.  I slid out from under him when the noise continued.  It was
someone banging on our door.  I grabbed a pair or shorts and slipped them
on.  If it was those damn brat kids playing around again, I was going to be
really pissed.  I peeped out of the blinds and saw Blake.  His truck was in
the distance parked at the curb.

I opened the door to see a troubling sight. Blake mouth was bloody with a
busted lip.  He had a black eye.

"Oh my god!  You tried to go fight them!"

He just stared at me and looked like he was going to cry.  I pulled him
inside when one of the kids outside stopped on their bicycle to stare.

"Get in here!"

He numbly followed.  I walked to the bedroom door and shut it.

"What did you do?"

He glanced up at me and looked so pitiful.  He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a sock.  It looked like one of mine.  He placed it on his knee.
  He looked up at me sadly again.

"Speak man!" I said snappily.

He was really sweaty.

"No wait, let me get you a Gatorade or something."

I got up and grabbed the last unopened bottle and brought it to him.  I
opened it and handed it to him.  He raised a shaky hand and took it.

"My dad woke me up before sunrise.  I thought I overslept but then I
remembered it was Sunday.  He yelled at me to open the door."

He drank some of the Gatorade and took a deep breath.

"I got up, pulled on my shorts, and opened the door.  I had it locked
because I had been beating off before I went to bed.  After I opened it, my
dad stood there just staring at me.  He looked at me hard and stared."

Blake told the rest of the story...first his mom found my sock in their bed.
Then their closest neighbor on the farm had been roaming their property to
catch a stray goat and saw me and Blake walking around naked.

"So did they see us fucking or what?"

"He just said we were seen naked holding hands."

"So they didn't see anything really...no actual sex?" I asked.

"That was enough.  My dad told me to get the hell out and that no
homosexuals were allowed in his house.  When I refused, there was a shuffle
and then I fell down the stairs.  That's how I got all banged up."

I put my arm around him and leaned against him on the couch.  He put his
hand on my leg.

"When I called out to my mom, she just looked away.  My dad said to get my
stuff and go.  I filled a giant trash bag with my clothes and stuff.
Stashed my weed and porn in the bag."

I felt anger swelling in me over his father being such a prick.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do man...I'm out on the street so-to-speak."

"Let me go talk to my dad."

I kissed him on the side of his face and slid from his grip.  When I opened
the door, dad was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I could hear every word, son.  He can stay here tonight.  Surely his folks
will calm down over this."

"I don't know dad.  His folks are older than you.  They're really stern and
old fashioned."

I spoke lower...

"They're religious freaks dad.  I really am sure they won't let him back."

"He's a minor.  We can call the cops and tell him what happened."

"I don't know dad, we'll see.  But thank you for letting him spend the
night."

I kissed my dad on the mouth quickly and walked out of the room.

"Have you slept at all?"

"No, I drove into the woods across the road from our place and parked the
truck.  It was too hot to sleep.  I lay in the back of the truck and then
in the front.  I was too stressed out anyway."

"Get your ass off the couch!" I said.

He looked at me weirdly and slowly stood.  I pulled the cushions off an
then pulled out the bed.  It had sheets and a worn out old pillow on it
from the last time I'd used it.  I went to get a pillowcase and shoved the
ratty pillow inside it.

"Lay down."

He hesitated.

"Sit!"

He moved over and lay down.

"Pull your jeans off.  Get comfortable."

"I ain't go no underwear on."

"So?"

He slowly pulled them and his shoes off.  He lay there naked except for a
pair of dirty socks with holes in them.  I pulled off his socks and pushed
them into his shoes.

"Just cover up with the sheet.  I'm naked here half the time.  We're all
men right?"

He just nodded and pulled the wrinkled cotton sheet from the bed and slid
under it.  He rolled onto his stomach.  I rubbed his back.  His white back
had light freckles it which ran up to his shoulders.  I lightly rubbed my
hand up and down it and then in long circles.  Slight snoring noises rose
from him.  I stood up and went to the vertical blinds and closed them.  I
quietly went to the bedroom with dad and closed the door.  He was asleep
again too.

I lay on my back wondering what could possibly happen next...

To be continued...