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The Vacation House Ch. 01

By: 1Puck1



18 years old already! Home for only two weeks from my freshman year at the University of Rhode Island. I find myself lucky to have been offered a part time job landscaping at my local ice rink. I've played hockey my entire life, well as long as I can remember. No longer playing on a league team because URI does not have league organized hockey. I still play on a local team but my studies finally are more important. I've had too many concussions over the years, wear and tear on my body has taken its toll.

My parents, sister have always been important to me but it seems I've become an outsider. Mom works full time as a nurse in a retirement home, my sister is involved with cheer-leading, soccer as well her high school swim team. Dad is a builder, he doesn't own the company but he's been with the same firm forever.

My dad is not the most handsome guy but he is one of those Italian lookers that seem to not age. A very modest man, a bit of a hot head temper when provoked, he is Italian by decent after-all. Standing 5'8" tall, his skin is sun darkened from the years of working outdoors. His hair is beginning to thin a bit on top, black with hints of white at his temples. His whiskers come in course and heavy, a bit more white these days. Dad is all Italian in more ways than one, he is pretty hairy almost everywhere.

Seeing dad walking around the house in his boxers is something that I'm accustomed too. When he comes home, he routinely shucks off the heavy fabric tan work overalls, the hard toed work boots, while the only things he leaves on are his T-shirt and boxers. After getting out of his evenings much needed shower, his hair is wet, slicked back from his rugged face.

Robert this, Robert that, it's all any of us hear from mom throughout dinner these days. Dad just goes on eating, seemingly oblivious to her constantly pointing out what's not working or what needs immediate fixing. Nagging, there is really no other way to put it, nagging 101.

Our house isn't large nor really much of anything special but it is ours and it sure is clean. Mom's adamant about the way she keeps everything spotless, gets us to help her with pretty much most of the household chores. My mom works a good 40 hour week, overtime on Saturday mornings whenever she can get her boss to offer it. Dad is out of the house by 6:30 am every morning, back by 5:30 every evening, Monday thru Friday. Saturday and Sundays are his days off.

By the time that I was in my sophomore year in high school, my parents had finally set aside a small amount of money in order to buy a modest piece of property in Vermont. They've always wanted to build a vacation home the family could use for summer vacations as well as winter ski weekends. Mom skied as a child having grown up in Canada and being of northern French ancestry, it's in her blood.

I take after my mom in many ways, my love of winter sports. Like mom, I have a relatively fair complexion compared to dad and my sister. They're both compact, very dark with dark eyes and tan just by walking past a light bulb. On the other hand, I have sandy blond hair like mom. By the time I had finished growing in my mid teens, I topped 6'2, slim toned body created from years of playing hockey.

During the summers, dad and I hop into his pick-up truck, drive from Rhode Island to the Vermont property. We work all day Saturday and Sunday only to return home very early Monday morning. This is our regular working trip on the vacation house. This is when I really get to appreciate the time dad and I spend together.

I've found that my parents have been having some relationship issues. Seems dad has gotten to the point where he's finding it impossible to ignore mom's nightly nag fest. Dad's temper is beginning to get out of control, arguments occurring with greater frequency. It's not uncommon for my him to be sleeping in the downstairs den. His cloths have been moved into a dresser brought down from my bedroom. His favorite recliner and a television that had also been in my room are now taking up residence down there as well.

The hours of my landscaping job allow me time at home alone before my parents get out of work. My sister is usually out until 9:00 every night with her practices, clubs or friends. It seems as if she's decided to keep out of the way of arguments by throwing herself into activities.

Friday evening comes, dad and asks if I'm up for going to the Vermont house. Not even thinking twice, moves my head in an up and down motion, yes! 

It seems as if Saturday morning came quicker than ever. I place a small bag of clean cloths, cooler chest filled with food, several pony sized Miller High Life beers for dad, several bottles of iced tea for me by the front door. I hear dad's pick-up pull into the driveway, gathers up the items along with a paper bag of cloths that dad had put together earlier in the morning. Out the front door I sprint, a sudden reversal, I had forgotten to give mom a kiss goodbye, then off again to the awaiting truck.

I place my bundles on the floor of the truck, which by the way is pretty much a disaster area. Dad's most important power tools are kept in the cab of the truck while the rest of his work items are in the cap covered back. As soon as I hop in, dad reminds me to buckle up, he always says this. He's a bit of a stickler about safety, will not budge one inch until everyone in any vehicle he is in is securely belted in.

Unrolling the passenger window is an instant must, it's hot in the truck, hot as all get out. Dad seems to be immune to the stifling heat and heavy smell of old cigars. He never smokes at home or on his job sites because he considers it to not be a good example to set but as soon as he gets into his truck he reaches to the dash board, locates a box of White Owls and lights one up. I guess it's his guilty pleasure.

We drive north, our surroundings become wooded, the radio is full of static, I press the second button from the left, the soothing voice of Frank Sinatra, dad loves Sinatra. I've become a lover of his music too, having been exposed to it over the many years of long weekend trips to Vermont.

The scenery becomes greener, pines line the parkway. I know in a short while we will arrive at the familiar road side rest station, it looks like a great log building. Inside are rest rooms that are such a welcome a sight, having been in the vehicle for such a long time. 

Dad parks in his usual spot, I hop out and run in before him. Dad digs out his thermos bottle which had earlier in the day contained coffee. He takes off the top, empties the remains onto the grass, then walks in behind me. Over to the stall he goes, I hear the familiar unbuckling of his belt, fabric against his sturdy thighs being lowered.

I walk over to the sink, dad had placed the empty thermos on the counter for me to wash out and fill with cold water. The plumbing is not completely finished in the vacation house so we make due with things we bring. The only water available at the house is from a large container on the roof that captures rain water. The wells that had been dug so far have not yielded potable water. Every one of the wells so far have produced water with too much iron in it, rusty in color and a foul smelling sort of like rotten eggs.

We arrive at the vacation house, work ourselves weary only to find it is already Sunday morning. Dad gets up at the crack of dawn, allows me to continue to sleep in on the one king sized mattress we share in the master bedroom. He jumps into the truck, drives a few miles into town, gets a large bottle of water, food and a few donuts from the local shop.

I'm awakened by the alarm clock, gets up, starts gathering things together for our breakfast. We have a long day of working on the water heater and pipes ahead of us. The sound of dad's truck pulling up to the front of the house gets me moving quicker.

The bag of food is placed on the counter, dad grabs the thermos, walks a short distance, sits at the end of the long scrubbed wooden table. Dad and I had built the table from spare pieces of lumber the first year we had outside walls up and the roof on.

I bring his favorite mug and another one for myself to the table, sit down on the long family style bench. I dig out the donuts, place them on paper towels. There was no sense in using dishes, forks or utensils, our hands work just fine. The water is so limited that it's practical to just throw our rubbish into the fireplace, burn it before we leave, no trash to take home.

Dad's already sitting at the table, the local newspaper opened up in front of him. He reaches forward grabs his breakfast, takes a bite out it, then a big slurp of the black coffee all without loosing his place in the paper. I sit quietly, still a little groggy, sip my coffee. I usually drink a cup of coffee before diving into the jelly filled pillow of sugary dough.

"Robbie?"

Dad's voice comes from behind his newspaper, he begins to lower it, folding it into quarters. Lays the paper on the table next to his coffee cup, drops his gaze downward toward it. I reach for the thermos, pour more of the dark brew into his mug. His voice comes again, for some reason it sends a little shiver up my spine. 

"Robbie?" 

"Yes dad?"

"Robbie, I know that you have been cleaning my room for me, I appreciate that but I also know that you found my stash of magazines."

Fear sets into me quickly. It's true, in my down time between getting home from my landscaping job and my parents return from work, I found myself going into the den, looking through the stack of adult magazines I had found under dad's recliner. I thought I had been careful, placed them back exactly as I had found them. I was so sure that I would not be found out for having invaded dad's privacy, that I had found a particular magazine on the bottom of the stack of Penthouse, Playboy and Hustler magazines.

There was this one magazine, devoted entirely to images of naked men. I found it very stimulating, jerked off a bunch of times to the pictures in it. I was confused why Dad would have it so I convinced myself that he had bought it by mistake. Maybe he just wanted to see how he measured up against other guys, heck we all do that in the locker rooms after hockey practice, it's really no big deal, right?

I have known for some time that I am attracted to some of the guys in the locker room. I keep this all to myself find I can keep myself under control. Well, that is until I'm home alone and able to take things into my own hands. No one knows about this and I do have a regular dating history.

"Robbie, I know that you have been going through those magazines, I can not tolerate your snooping through my private things. It is one thing that your mother and I can barely look at each other without getting into an argument and the fact that I have lost pretty much everything in my own home, relegated to the den. I work my ass off to keep the bills paid, your sister, you in new cloths, schooling that costs more than all of our other bills combined. Listen, I don't care one iota what your education costs, I want both of you to have the life that your mother and I will never be able to have. But,, if you think that I am going to just sit back, let you go through the very few personal things in the only place that I can call my own anymore, you sure as hell have another thing coming."

Stunned, tears well up in my eyes. I gnash my teeth together, prays that he will not notice that I'm shaking. Tears run down my face, burn my red hot cheeks. Feels my ears burn, the pit of my stomach drops to the floor. I become light headed with ringing in my ears.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" 

It's short, a demand for an answer, not a question. I don't know what to say, wish to get up and run out the front door, hide in the truck. It's a foolish thought that passes quickly, my body begins to feel as if it were made of rubber.

He looks directly at me, his eyes burn into mine. Sense's that he knows my fears have been revealed, that he is not going to give up, that he's going to get an answer.

"I, I, I, don't know dad. You're right, I'm so sorry but I don't know what to say. It's up to you, I'm sorry, really sorry."

Panic, fear washes over me, then I feel compassion from dad. He breaks his stare and looks down at his coffee.

"You know, you are not a little kid anymore Robbie. You are an adult, you should know better by now. Right from wrong is not that hard a thing to figure out. Had you still been little, this whole thing would have been easy, spanking you would have given you what you deserve but like I said, you are no longer a little kid."

Stunned, I see the hurt in dad's face. This is worse than anything that I could have anticipated. I see all the tension that's been building up between him and mom, now this. Damn it, I'm his son, the one person that he continuously gives to, trusts in. I'm his right hand man, helps him build this house we're sitting in at this very moment, shit, what was I thinking? I blurt out the very first thing that comes to me, it just falls out of my mouth.

"Well dad, I guess I acted like a sneaky little kid so maybe you should treat me like a bad kid. Do it, pull down my pants, give me the spanking of my life, I need to make it up to you, make you feel better, show you that you can trust me again." 

I regret what came out of my mouth the second I finished this ridiculous proposal.

Dad looks up at me with the most stunned expression on his face. His mouth opens slightly as if he's prepared to say something but nothing comes out. He looks down at his newspaper, picks it up, unfolds it. He's making believe he had not heard what I had said or maybe that the whole thing had turned around so quickly in a way that he hadn't expected that it just needs more time to sink in.

The days work seems so much longer, more difficult than it normally does. We work pretty much in silence the entire day, the only time that dad speaks to me is when he needs a tool that was no where near him. We get an awful lot done though, the water heater is installed, the pipes put in place and sweated. We stop for a quick lunch of pressed ham and mustard on hard rolls which Dad had gotten when he went into town.

We finish up working, take a shower together, same as we always do, this to conserve on the little bit of water that had been stored up. Cold showers do help me to keep things under control too. Being this close to dad after such a horrific confrontation keeps me from even looking at him, we both rush though our clean up, then into the bags of fresh cloths. We sit down in the living room, a simple lamp plugged in on an overturned old milk crate. Two folding chairs, another crate for Dad to use as a foot stool.

He walks past me in his clean boxers, white T-shirt, gives me a little nudge of his elbow. I know instantly that things are going to be all right. I look into his eyes, he nods toward the small Styrofoam cooler. I run over to the cooler, grab a pony beer for dad, an iced tea for me.

The ice packs kept cool all day, it feels so good in my hand. I run my bottle of tea over my forehead, it cools off some of the heat that has built up in the non air conditioned house. All of the windows are open but there is not much of a breeze. Hands dad his beer, I sit down on the floor by the side of his foot rest.

Dad puts his bare feet up on the box next to me, I feel his large rough hand tussle the top of my hair. I turn toward him, see's a little smile. 

"It's OK Robbie, we'll work this out."

He takes a long draw on his small bottle of beer, it is emptied in a moment. Gets him his second bottle, he does not have to ask me to do this, I know he is thirsty. These pony sized bottles are only about half the size of a regular bottle of beer. Dad is not one to drink in excess, the fact that only a few bottles would be brought each time we come up here proves this.

The sound of carbonation being released from the bottle shortly after I hand it to him lets me know that things will get back to normal. I sit at the foot of his folding chair, he continues to relax, we both listen to the oldies on his old portable work radio. Dad finishes his second beer followed by a large belch. Lets me know that he has to take a leak, will be in shortly to go to bed for a few hours before we set out again for home.

I turn off the radio, heads to the bedroom, strips down to my boxer-briefs, crawls under the single sheet. We have three pillows, I take just one leaving the other two for dad. A small light bulb on the ceiling keeps the room aglow until he returns. The click of the switch, our darkened room signals it is time to get some shut eye.

Moonlight floods the room, I make out dad's outline, he crosses to his side of the mattress. He takes off all of his cloths, all except for his boxers, lay's on his side of the mattress, soon he's sound asleep. Dad always snores but it is not one of those hard, disturbing snores. It is more like having white noise, it lulls me into a quick deep sleep.

It is all too short a time when dad awakes me. I find all of our dirty cloths, stuffs them back into the wrinkled paper bag. I collect the other items that we had brought with us, totes them out to the truck. I will soon find myself once again falling asleep, this time to someone talking in a low monotone voice along with the constant hum of the trucks engine.

Almost a week passes, Friday is here once again. Dad asks me the very same question that he has asked me for years. Sure enough Saturday comes and we are stopped at the familiar rest station. I'm washing out the thermos and before I know it we're walking into the partially completed vacation house.

It's sweltering hot this weekend, stagnate. The sky is dark, you can smell rain in the air. We quickly unpack, set to getting some stacks of sheet rock into the garage after having been delivered earlier in the day. Impending rains cause us to work ourselves into a pair of massive sweaty and exhausted messes.

It's late, dad suggests we shower in the morning since as we will have more after tonight's rains. I readily agree, go in, gets him a pony beer, settles down on the cool floor next to his chair. The radio is turned on, Saturday with Sinatra is playing. Heat has my head buzzing , the massive amount of work we had somehow squeezed into a few short hours time is taking it's toll.

The sky's open up, the rains come down in buckets. A welcome breeze picks up, sending cooler air into the living room. The windows are left wide open, some rain comes in through the screens yet it is all right with us, the floors are still in their bare plywood state.

My head to tilts to one side, I find myself falling asleep while seated on the floor along side dad's chair. I feel his large hand rustling through my hair, the sound of his small empty bottle being placed on the floor opposite side of me.

"Robbie, come on let's get to bed, it's late, we have a long day ahead of us.. Come on kiddo, let's go."

Walks to the bedroom, pulls my shirt over my head at the same time, almost falls over. I remove my shoes, then my pants, crawls under sheet. So thankful for the rains as cooler air filters into the room.

Dad follows shortly, lays heavily with a long sigh of pure exhaustion. It is in no time that I hear the familiar snore. I awake sometime later, not sure of how long I have been asleep. By the darkness that the room is still consumed, it must be some time around 1:00 in the morning.

I feel heat against me as I find myself between sleep and awake. Not sure of my surroundings, there is this feeling of damp, wet heat. My pillow is damp, my short crew cut hair is damp, everything just seems to be clammy. Lays on my right side faces the wall next to me in the position I normally sleep in. I realize that the heat down my neck, back, side and legs is not caused by the weather, it's dad spooned up to me.


The Vacation House Ch. 10



The top sheet's balled up in my clenched hand. Cool wood floor boards below me, I find my legs tucked underneath me. Standing up, my naked form is shadowed on the white wall across the room.

Right knee, then left are gently lifted, placed on the king sized bed. My body slowly lowers toward the surface of the disheveled bedding.

Laying my head down on the pillow, eyes open wide. No sound comes from me except for the constant pounding of my heart beat.

"SLAM".

Holding my breath in terror, suspense of who or what might come through the bedroom door at any moment. 

My shadow lays on it's side near me. My left arm moves toward it, fingertips barely touching it's shoulder.

Hearing nothing for what seems an eternity, then a door opening, a faint creaking. 

"CLICK". 

A door being locked? Who's locking it, which door is it.

Light floods into the master bedroom. Momentarily blinded, having adjusted to nothing more than the moonlight filtering in around me.

A familiar outline stands for a moment in the open doorway, moves toward me in it's slow, determined swagger.

The pillow on Dad's side of the bed is lifted up, the bulk of the outlined figure turns, walks back out of the room.

Plunged back into darkness, I feel sweat wash over me. I'm very uncomfortable, unstable, shaking, confused.

What the hell just happened. Dad had just come in, taken his pillow, left me without saying a single word. Not sure what I had thought might occur but this is definitely not the scenario I had been ready for.

My fingertips reach out, touch the shadow, caress the length of the upper body. Visions of myself develop in my minds eye. Dad is laying next to me, spooned, sweat pooling between us, his heat mingling with mine. Fingertips gently touch my side, slowly moving from my shoulder to hip, then back to play with my nipple. It all fades into a blur, a swirl of heat, hair, muscular scent and my raging hard on in hand.

I awake with a gulp of air, sit up so quickly that I bang the side of my head on the wall behind the bed.

Water is running in the master shower. It's one of the most calming sounds, fills me with comfort, like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold night. 

The room is very warm, sunlight floods in through the unadorned window. The bedding is heated in it's glow. 

Focusing my vision, rubbing my eyes while laying stark naked. The top sheet rolled into a ball along side my hip. My dream time spooner? 

Sound of the shower handle being turned to the off position, I hop up, grab a pair of dirty shorts from the floor, pull them up quickly. 

Dad walks out of the bathroom, goes over to the dresser. Freshly laundered cloths are pulled out of an opened drawer, in no time his once naked body is fully clothed.

That ass, that monstrous, muscular ass is pointing itself right at me, tempting me, taunting me to no end. Dad bends forward, pulls the laces of his tan work boots. Heavy tan cotton fabric covers his back side, stretches taught. 

I feel a twinge in my penis, it pops up just a bit. I hop out of the bed, walk into the bathroom as fast as my feet will take me, close the door.

He did not make eye contact with me, not once! Why? 

Warm water cascades over my blonde crew cut hair. Lathers of soap, slick, the smell of clean, spreads across my chest, runs down my stomach, over my bulging thighs, down the drain between my feet.

A thick cotton towel is rubbed all over my damp skin. 

The handle of the bathroom door is held firmly hand, I'm frozen in place. 

Emotions, thoughts, fears, just about anything one could think of threatens to split my head in two like the shell of a almond.

Determination finally outweighs fear, I walk into the master bedroom only to find it unoccupied. 

Dressing very slowly, not even aware of what was being put on, all I know is that if it comes out of the drawer, it has to be clean.

I exit the bedroom, fear once again seems to take control. Standing stock still, thinking the worst of the worst is about to present itself.

Dad's sitting at the scrubbed wood table, his newspaper spread before him, obscuring his upper body. 

Lee comes into view, I continue into the kitchen. His strikingly rugged and handsome face turns toward me, a flash of brilliant white, his toothy smile is presented.

"Good Morning Robbie, sit down, we,re almost behind schedule, have to get to the site asap. Your Dad is going to head in early and open up, I'll take you to the bus stop so you can get yourself to practice. We'll be taking your Dad's truck, I have business in Keene and I would rather not get messed up with bug splat before I get there. Your Dad will take the Harley. OK, with you?"

OK with me? My head is spinning. Dry mouthed, breath barely coming and only in short bursts.

Dad on a Harley? What the? I didn't even know that he knew how to ride let alone handle a hog the size of that beast.

Shaking my head, "Yeah, fine with me Lee. My gear's in the garage, I'll get it and throw it in the back of the pick-up now."

The newspaper folds down in half, I see Dad's eyes for the first time since the previous night. 

"It's already in there Robbie, sit down and have your coffee. There's a glazed doughnut on the counter for you. Not much time left, I'll talk to you when I get home tonight."

He stands up, folds his newspaper, stuffs it into the waistband of his work pants. Picks up the keys to the Harley from the counter just behind Lee. 

"See you later Boss" Robbie, if you need anything just leave a message on my cell."

His burly paw tousles my freshly washed hair, a quick pat on the back of my neck. The door from the Kitchen leads into the garage is opened, he steps out, the door closes behind him.

"GGGGGRRRRRRRROOOOOAAARRRRRR!"

The Harley comes to life, gravel is tossed against the garage door, Dad heads off to work with a mighty roar.

I turn toward Lee, a puzzled look plastered on my face. Eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape. 

"C'mon Robbie, we have to hit the road if you are going to make your bus. My meeting is not until 10:00 so it's you we have to concern ourselves with."

Lee hadn't left last night, well obviously. That was a stupid thing to even think Robbie. If he had left, he wouldn't be sitting here right now, would he? OK, if he didn't leave, what the heck is going on about what happened last night? I'm not bringing it up if he doesn't. Hey, don't ask, don't tell right?

The passenger door is tightly closed, I feel the comfortable coolness of air conditioning on my face. Dad does not usually use the A/C, Lee on the other hand seems to like the creature comforts that he can afford. 

The engine rumbles, the gear clunks into drive, tires spin and kick up some gravel, pelting the underside of the wheel wells. 

We are well on our way toward New Hampshire, so far so good.

"Robbie, you know that your Dad is really upset about last night. Give him some room, a little extra patience, OK? A favor to me. If you need, text me if you find you can't seem to handle things or if he is not handling things well. You have my number in your phone don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, I have it saved, no problem. What do you mean not handling things well though?"

"You never know how someone is going to react Robbie. Let's just say that he is really upset, not with you but with me. I'm OK, don't worry your head about that in the least. Things are cool between us, right? Everything copacetic?"

"Yep, everything is cool with me."

Sitting in silence for the last dozen miles, my mind go off and wanders. Man oh man, the shit is really gonna hit the fan isn't it?

I grab my gear out of the bed of the pick up, slam the tail gate shut, the handle of the cap turned. 

"Beep, beep."

Lee has this thing about tapping the horn twice when ever he is leaving. Does it on the bike, does it in his truck, just his thing.

This has been one of the roughest days on the ice I've had in some time. Twice five for fighting, checked so hard that I think one of my teeth is kinda loose now. My best friend wasn't at practice today cause he's on vacation with his family. Somewhere on a beach in Daytona Florida. Who goes to Florida in the summer? Too hot for me and those darned Palmetto Bugs. Those things are about as gross as all get out. Huge Red Cockroaches, that's what they are and the damned things fly too! Not for me. Lizards in the house and cockroaches the size of a small dog? NOPE, I'll stay in New England thanks.

The bus pulls up to the stop, it's full, not a single seat available. Standing, my hockey gear and stick between my wide spread legs, I have to use both hands to grasp hold of the metal bars to keep from toppling over onto someone.

Just my luck, the A/C's not working on the bus to boot. Man, my gear stinks to high heaven. It's gotta be real bad if I can smell my own brand. Bet it's making some of these people sick to their stomachs. A few heads are turned toward their windows. Not sure if it is just the natural anti social thing, don't want to connect eyes thing that happens on the bus or if people are being grossed out from the smell coming from my stuff. Damn, this day just can't get much worse can it?

A group of workers sitting toward the back of the bus get off, I drag my gear, sit down, shove my stuff under my legs. The smell comes up again, shit, I really have to do something about this, it's gonna make me yip.

My stomach begins to tighten, I feel my balls pulling up inside of me as if I had just walked into freezing cold water. The bus slows down, I grab the strap on my bag, get up, step down the few stairs, fresh air..

Walking over to the work-sight, gear slung over my shoulder, crossing the road with lightning speed to keep from being mowed down by an oncoming tracker trailer truck. 

Dad's pick-up is right by Lee, um, I mean Mr. Townsend's trailer office. Gear now safely stowed away in the bed, I kick off my flip-flops, grab the work boots. The tailgate is closed, I head over to where Dad has been working for the past week completing finishing touches on the first of the "Show Houses" for the complex. 

Walking into house #1, the cool air hits me the second that I open the front door. I have never felt the A/C in one of these buildings cause none of them have come to this level of completion. Obviously Lee has had the Central Air hooked up, guess they are just testing it out to make sure it works.

"Dad? You in here?"

"Down here Robbie, in the basement. Take off your shoes because they finished putting the hardwood flooring in over the weekend, I'm gonna have you take a roll of drop cloths, cover them from wall to wall, keeps them from getting scuffed up. The roll's are down here."

The darkness of the basement is a stark contrast against the brilliantly sunlight filled first floor. Grabbing the hand rail, carefully making my way down toward a single light bulb that dangles from the ceiling on the far end of the cement walled room. 

"They're right over there Robbie. I've put down some drop cloth for you to walk on to get them so your feet don't pick up any cement dust, that stuff will scratch the heck out of those new floors in no time."

Barely making out Dad's figure in the dim lighting, there is another very large figure bending over along side him. It stands up but because there just was not enough light, I could not make out who it was, that is until a brilliant white flash. It's Mr. Townsend's broad toothy smile. 

Damn, now I am more confused than ever. I was positive that things were going to be really bad between Dad and Mr. Townsend. All day I've been preparing myself for the news that I was being let go, maybe that we both were being laid off cause they got into a huge fight.

Dad would have in no way have allowed himself to be so close to Mr. Townsend had he been sacked earlier in the day. Dad's a very proud man, maybe sometimes too proud, too bull headed, kinda too much the heavy Italian temper, blows like a can of soda after having been shaken, then the tab pulled. No way of keeping the contents inside. 

"We've got the Central Heating and Air unit all hooked up and not a single leak."

"Over there Robbie, those rolls need to be taken out of the plastic wrap, carefully lay them on the floors. Make sure that there is a good 10" overlap of each sheet just in case someone hooks a foot on the edges. There's a tape gun over there too, load it with the blue paint tape and run a strip along the edges to keep it from being kicked up every time the doors or windows are opened up." 

"Go on Robbie, Mr. Townsend and I will be down here for the next hour wrapping the lines with insulation. See if you can get the floors on both levels finished by quitting time will yeah kiddo?" 

"Yeah Dad, no biggie, just call me if you need any help."

"Will do Robbie, I doubt your Dad and I will have any trouble from here on out. Everything seems to be running just fine."

Grabbing the clear plastic wrap that held the 6' tall bundles of drop cloth, heck why do they call it drop cloth, it's just kinda thick plastic.

Pulling the first roll out of the bundle proved to be a little trickier than I had expected. They are pulled so tightly together that none of the outer rolls can be pulled up. I have to figure out how to get one of the center rolls up and out without disturbing all of the other rolls or I am going to have to clip the plastic band that binds them all together. 

I figure I am going to take it the easy way, just clip the heavy duty 1/2" wide plastic strap that binds the bundle. 

"Snap"

The rolls fall in every which direction, scattering all over the basement floor, unrolling, coming undone.

What an idiot, blushing, feeling like an absolute fool, Dad's and Mr. Townsend's laughter bring me back to my senses.

"Yep, you're not the first or the last to pull that one Robbie" 

I run around grab the rolls, put them all back together along the concrete basement wall. A single large roll tucked under my arm, the tape machine, a 6 pack of blue paint tape in my hands. Up into the well lit first floor I climb, toss the roll down, close the basement door behind me.

Nearly an hour into laying the drop cloths, I've got the entire first floor, almost all of the second floor covered. Just one more roll, then to tape them. I'm right on schedule for quitting time.

The bell outside gives notice to all of the workers that it's quitting time. A parade of sun darkened guys walk past the Show House on their way to the bus stop across the street.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, SLAM"

Dad saunters into the back bedroom just as I'm laying down the very last 10' of tape. DONE!

"Good job kiddo, here, take the keys, get the A/C going in the truck. You've earned it."

Keys fly through the air, my right arm raises instinctively, fingers close around them. Nodding toward the front door, I make my way outside. 

The coolness in the truck is a very welcome feeling on my dirty, sweaty skin. My T-shirt clings to my chest, bare knees white from kneeling down on the flooring. 

The drivers door opens, Dad slides himself in behind the steering wheel. His bear paw sized hand on the gear shift puts it into drive. 

All the way home there's silence between us, no radio, nothing. The cold air blows on me it's really welcome but I could not keep my eyes from wandering, stealing a glimpse of Dad. His big hands on the steering wheel, his bulging crotch as it pushes the front of his filthy work pants upward. DAMN!

Home, finally, this day could not end soon enough for me. Got to get in, wash this crud and worry of the past off of me. Get myself clean, no more worries, no more nothing, just start fresh and new.

"Robbie, you use the Guest Bathroom, I'm going to get cleaned up in the Master."

Huh? I never had to use the guest bathroom to get washed up before. I just wait until Dad's done in our bathroom, me preparing, setting the table for diner, then us switching places. Maybe something is up, things not as OK as I had let myself believe. CRAP!

The last of the soapy water swirls and runs down the drain. The towel wrapped around me. I walk out of the guest bathroom, turn the Master bedroom door knob. LOCKED! 

What the? All of my cloths are in there, why would he lock the door? He knows I need to get something to put on. I don't have anything in the spare room or in my sisters/storage room.

Backing up, entering the spare bedroom that Lee had occupied over the weekend, my cloths are in neat piles on the bed. OK, I get it, he's mad and he's kicking me out. No luggage though, I panic inside, what if he is actually kicking me out of the house, sending me back to Rhode Island to live with Mom and my sister? Holy shit, I don't want to move back, my life is here now. Here, my friends are here, my new University is up here, DAD is here! I can't, I can't go. I'll, I'll.....

Knocking on the bedroom door brings me back around. My head snaps and if looks could kill, then holes would be burned through the solid wood.

The door slowly opens.

"You decent?"

"Yeah, I'm decent." 

Like heck I was, I was still standing there in shock, the cotton towel had slipped off my bubble butt, lays on the floor in a heap. My cloths untouched, I'm standing here in all of natures glory.

Dad walks in, stops.

"Robbie, you said you were decent. Put something on will you? We need to talk. Get something on, I'll meet you at the kitchen table once you're dressed."

He turns on his heals, walks out of the room, closes the bedroom door behind him.

I can't believe this. Dad has never had a problem seeing me naked. It isn't like I was trying to seduce him or had a hard on or something like that. I reach for a clean white T and a pair of University of Rhode Island loose shorts, fumble until I am, well decent. 

The padding of my feet on the hallway wood floors alerts Dad to my presence.

"C'mon in Robbie, take a seat."

Dad stands up as I enter the kitchen, does not take his seat again until I have gotten myself in my normal spot at the table.

Silence.

"Robbie, let me start by saying how sorry I am. It's my fault not yours. You're just a kid, hormones out of control, your life is all out of whack. Me, your Mom, Sister, new home, job, friends, school, rink, everything. I should have known better, put a stop to this sooner."

"NO!"

Dad's eyes fill with tears. A bear of a man, broken, tears streaming down his face. His hands clasped to each other as if in prayer, fingers interlocked, trembling, white knuckled.

"No Dad, it's me, I planned this all. I'm not a kid any longer. I knew, well at least I thought I knew what I wanted, what I was doing. I screwed things up big time, especially between you and Mr. Townsend."

"Lee, we're not in work, call him Lee will you? Robbie, there is more to this than you know, more than anyone knows. I'm not pulling any punches here kiddo, I am going to lay the cards on the table, let the chips fall where they may."

Mouth hanging open, mesmerized by the words coming from him, I couldn't do anything but stare.

"Robbie, I'm not angry with you, let's get that out of the way here and now. Lee's not angry with you either. He's kinda upset with me, nothing that you did, just cause of something, well something I did."

?

"You see, back when Lee and I worked together in Rhode Island, we had become pretty good work buddies, nothing out of the ordinary. We would sometimes go out for a beer after work on special occasions or after finishing a job, we usually had lunch together too. Someone to talk to, share with, some times we'd discuss things that were stressing us out at home. Figuring out ways to make a project at work better. You know, two heads are better than one."

"OK, so Mr. Townsend, uh, I mean Lee and you have been friends, so he is angry with you cause of what I set you up for? That's stupid, I'm gonna quit tomorrow. It's not....."




The Vacation House Ch. 10



"Will you shut the hell up Robbie? Sometimes you just don't know when to keep that trap of your closed."

"Anyway, Lee and I use to hang out together. I would tell him about how scared I was raising two kids, a wife that had to work to keep a roof over our heads. That I did'nt make enough to be the man of the house, make the bacon and all that crap. For that matter, Lee would tell me about how difficult it was bombing out of the NBA with his injury, how he had such a troubled childhood. Got into a lot of trouble, drugs, running with the wrong guys. You know the story, he's had a rough time of it, made it though, pulled himself by his own bootstraps, made a comfortable life for himself too. Did it all on his own back with his own blood, sweat and tears."

"Don't get it Dad, if you guys were so close, what's this all about?"

"Robbie, you see, things in life happen that you don't expect, you don't invite it, don't want it to happen but it happens anyway. Remember what I told you about my cousin Bo? Didn't want it to happen but as they say, shit happens."

For the first time since we sat down at the table, Dad actually smiles. Tears still staining his cheeks, a smile though. I begin to become a little less uncomfortable. Realize I had been sitting on my hands the entire time, I pull them out from under my butt cheeks, place them on the table in front of me.

Dad stretches out his left arm, places his paw on my hand. It is huge in comparison. Gentle though, very rugged, calloused, still the touch was reassuring.

"Robbie, Lee and I went out one night for a beer after a really rough job. He had a little too much to drink, started telling me how he was not happy working for someone else. He kept saying he appreciated our boss and the opportunity he gave him to learn a trade but he, well he just said it right then and there."

?

"Like I said, he was close to being hammered. I don't drink much but I had a couple more than normal too. Feeling it but not plastered mind you. Lee says to me, he was staying in Rhode Island cause of me.. ME! I don't even know what I was thinking at that moment, everything is kind of a blur. Like looking through the outside of a fish bowl and things kinda get distorted?"

!

"Back then, no one ever said things like that to anyone. First off, he's a guy, you know a Man's Man, the kind of guy the rest of us wish we were, watch on T.V. thinking some day, we might get lucky and play in the big leagues only to come back down to earth and realize that we live in a crap hole, with no future and a couple of kids to weigh you down."

"Huh? We weighed you, you, you and Mom down?"

"NO, NO! Oh shit Robbie, I didn't mean it that way. Just one day you're a kid with no worries in the world, everything's new to you, you think you know everything, that everyone older than you is dumb. that you have learned more in your few years on earth than they have in their entire lives. You figure out soon enough when you wake up one morning and realize that no one looks at you the same way, no one winks at you, flirts with you, gets all hot and bothered wanting to be with you cause you're no longer the big man on campus. NOPE, you wake up, realize you're one of those old farts that you knew was an idiot, too old for anyone to want, pretty much a waste of oxygen."

"Dad, you've never been that way to me. You've always been Superman to me. I know that I'm never going to be half the man you are. Don't think that way, please, otherwise I have nothing to live for if I can't even be half as good as you, and here you thinking you're a nothing. To me, you're everything."

"Thanks Robbie, you're everything to me too. Really, more than you will ever know. If it were not for you, you and your sister, I would have lost my mind years ago. I loved your mother, still love her but just not the way a man and a wife need to love each other, you know what I'm saying?"

"Back to me and Lee, he asked me to come with him, we could start a business together, that he felt more for me than he had for anyone before. That for years, he had been hiding his real self behind the image that his coaches and he had created. He knew he was living a lie but he could not let anyone know for the fear of losing everything and I mean EVERYTHING!"

"You mean that Mr. Townsend, I mean LEE is,,,,,,,,,GAY?"

"No, not saying that at all. From what Lee explained, he had never actually felt love or real sexual interest in anyone, female or male. Kinda what they call asexual. Of course he went through the motions, slept with a slew of girls, only to break it off as soon as they wanted more, wanted a commitment. He just didn't feel like he could give himself 100 percent to anyone, believed he never could."

"But then you come along, what was that all about Dad?"

"I don't know why, it just happened I guess. He fell in love with me. Never said anything about it till that night. Let me get this straight, I never, I mean WE never did anything. NEVER. I reminded him that I was married and just did not feel the same way about him as he did towards me. That anyway, could you imaging a Black man and a White Guido hooking up? Shit I think I would have died if anyone had even found out about Lee's confession!"

"So, you and Lee never did anything, no sex, nothing? What's the big deal? Lots of straight guys are friends with gay guys. Man crushes are all the rage yeah know, right?"

"It was a different time Robbie. There was no such thing as a Bromance back then. People did not understand, and to be honest with you, I don't think many people of my generation or older still understand, accept that buddy, buddy thing. I'm no Brad Pit and Lee sure as heck is no George Cluney."

Dad's smile broadens. His hand tightens upon mine, squeezes it. I slide myself a little closer on the long bench seat. The smooth finish rubs along the underside of my butt cheeks causing a little "Fart" sound... We both break into an uncontrolled fit of laughter.

"Yeah well you see kiddo, by the time the next morning came, Lee had sobered up, he deeply regretted ever saying anything that he had the night before. We became a bit uncomfortable around each other. No longer were the nights when we would automatically assume the other was going to go to the local watering hole for a cold one. Lunches were still spent together but we never had the same kind of personal sharing after that night."

"So that's what happened. Lee felt like he had just outed himself only to be rejected?"

"No, I think it is deeper than that Robbie. A short time later is when Lee and our boss at that time had come into an agreement to go into a northern business partnership. Since Lee had a fairly decent retirement from the NBA, not a fortune mind you but more than I will ever see in my lifetime, he jumped at the chance to get the heck out of there and away from me."

"So, why is it that you came to coming up here, working with him after everything that had happened? You knew he had a thing for you, that it might rip off an old wound? Dad, how could you?"

"Robbie, that's what I'm trying to tell you, this IS ALL MY FAULT. I'm selfish, didn't take into consideration that things might still be there for him the way it was before. I just chalked it up to youth, infatuation between us that would just be forgotten in time, you know the old time heals all wounds thing? I was wrong, DEAD WRONG!"

"So you knew that Lee still had the hots for you Dad? Why didn't you just go for it? Mom's not in the picture any longer, well at least not in bed. I'm not going to be here forever you know, I go back to school in just a few weeks, then what?"

"Yeah, about that, well, Lee and I have actually had a few face to face talks before this whole fiasco last night. Mind you, it's not as if I am saying that I was not a willing participant, I was and that is again my fault. Robbie, you have to understand that you make me so hot and bothered that I don't know how to channel it, how to keep things from getting out of control. I want you to grow up and find someone of your own to love, fall for, live with if you want to, you know the whole shebang."

"Dad, I don't want the shebang. I want you, I can't tell you how happy you make me. How safe you make me feel when you hold me in your arms. The way I lose my mind when the rough fur on your chest rubs up against my back in the middle of the night. Then there is that Baseball Bat between your legs, OH MY GOD!"

"C'mon, enough, you're going to work yourself up into a hard-on and that is not going to help right now. Let me finish will you."

"All right Dad, but sorry, already have a hard on.. I think I got a splinter from it rubbing against the underside of the table top."

"PIG!"

Dad's laughter again makes me just fall for him so much more. How the heck could Lee have ever walked away from him. I know I can't.

"Robbie, Lee and I apparently have a little bit of a sexual dilemma. We are both devout tops. We discussed it, I can honestly tell you this, I just have no interest in having that billy club buried up my back side. Doesn't do it for me, actually is a deal breaker. That's where we are today. Neither of us able to do for the other what we wish we could but still I know now that Lee is and has always been in love with me. I have found that I have a certain attraction to him that I didn't want to happen. Like I said, it is not always fair, things happen whether you wish for them to or not."

Shifting on the bench seat, I can see that the sunlight is beginning to get lower in the sky. Diner, I still have not gotten Dad his diner.

"OK Dad, let me get you fed, I'm sure we can both think better on full bellies. Sound good to you?"

"Sounds good to me Robbie. I love you, you know that don't you?"

"More than you might ever know Dad, more than you might ever know."



The Vacation House Ch. 11



The sun streaming into my bedroom hits me in the face. There's no better alarm clock than having no curtains on your windows. It's something that Dad and I are going to get to soon, well that and a million other things that need tending too.

"Pat, pat, pat." 

Dad's footfalls and a light shuffling sound out in the hallway cause me to grab my morning stiffened penis. Turning my head toward the door, I see it crack open just a bit. Dad looks in at me while I pretend to still be asleep. I hold my dick tight in my left hand, laying on my left side, fear inside of my stomach as I try to make no movement. Praying that he will not notice my excited member or that I am faking sleep.

My door slowly closes and the gentle shuffle of footsteps trails off as Dad heads into the kitchen. On my back now, I rub myself into a frenzy and an orgasm. Well, that didn't take too long. Reaching over the side of the bed, picking up the T-Shirt that was worn last night only to wipe up the mess that is made this morning.

Coffee, the fantastic smell of coffee filters in. Sitting up, my feet planted on the cool floorboards. My muscles in my arms flex as I push myself up from the mattress. Shuffling over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of jeans, boxer briefs and Rangers T from the drawers filled with clean cloths.

As I toss the cloths on the foot of my bed, grab the top sheet and pull it up to the pillows in an attempt to make the bed kinda look made, well, just.

Out into the hallway and just as quickly into the spare bathroom. 

Click.

The door jam latches behind me. Turning the handle of the shower to the usual position, cascading streams of cold water covers my arm. Goose bumps pop up all over my nakedness. Grabs my semi-hard friend, a long stream of piss gushes out and splashes into the toilet. 

Steam fogs the mirror over the toilet and vanity. Stepping into the hot water, the smell of Ivory soap fills my mind. Eyes closed, water pounding on my crew cut cropped head only to run in rivulets down my body and swirl into nothingness of the shower drain.

Cool air replaces the comforting hot water, my feet step out of the shower and are met by the deep plush shower mat.

The weight of my Terri-Cloth towel embraces my glistening nakedness. Quick rubbing, the friction of cloth against skin sends tingles of youthful physical emotions to every corner of my body.

Teeth brushed, face shaved, deodorant on, Nivea face cream smoothed over my face and neck. A quick handful of Shower to Shower padded between my butt cheeks and under my balls. My morning ritual is nearly complete.

Into the hallway once again, bedroom door closed behind me, I grab my clean pair of black boxer brief, lift one leg, place my foot into the opening, switch standing legs and repeat the process. 

Walking out into the hallway and heading toward the kitchen, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee gets my senses to peak.

There was the opened Newspaper, two coffee cups, toasted English Muffins. No more Donuts for us. Were home now, so English Muffins and Olivio are the standard breakfast of champions these days.

The feel of my jeans covered backside sliding over the smooth wooden bench to my place at the table tingles me a little down there again. Not that I really need much to get me to tingle. Seems to happen at just about the touch of anything these days. Don't even get me going how it feels when I get checked into the boards during a hockey game or scrimmage. I have been left with a raging hard on at some of the most inappropriate times. 

Wolfing down the English Muffin, gulp down my first cup of coffee. I reach over and grab the coffee pot and pour first Dad's cup full of nearly black brew and then top off my mug. 

Not a word, not a sound, pretty much the norm. 

Dad's left hand and then his arm slide toward me on the table. Something is obviously hidden under his huge paw cause I can hear the sound of something being slipped against the surface of the scrub wooden table-top.

His huge hand concealing something, the side of the newspaper folds itself toward the table without the hand to support it. 

Looking up, looking directly at Dad's dark eyes as they gaze directly at his own paw. 

My own eyes follow the direction of his gaze only to be met by his now upturned calloused hand. 

Keys, a few keys on a key ring with a fob in the shape of a Hockey Stick and puck. I look back up at him and am met by a sheepish smile. Bright, devilish, playful, nearly kid like..

He pushed the keys toward me, nods his head up once urging me to take them. 

My head tips slightly to the right, eyes shifting from Dad's expression of anticipation, then to the key's and back to that Cheshire Cat grin.

My fingers touch the cool key fob, closing over it and lifting the keys. I look carefully at them, recognize the age warn keys to Dad's Pick-Up, my house key and the keys to Mom's house in Rhode Island and the key to my locker at the rink.

I look up at Dad again, not fully comprehending what this was all about. Why had he given me a set of keys to his truck along with this great new key ring and fob? 

"Robbie, I was hoping that you would be able to give me a ride into work today, couldja kiddo?"

"HUH"

"Yeah, well since you're the only one in the house at the moment that has a vehicle, I am hoping you could return the favor of all those years of my driving you here, there and everywhere on earth."

"But, why can't you drive me and I take the bus to practice like I always do?"

The silence between us was deafening. My face suddenly flushed, a shudder of excitement ran from the top of my head, right down to the tips of my toes.

"Dad, are you telling me that the truck is MINE now?"

"Sometimes it surprises me at how long it takes such a brilliant young man to figure out the most simple of situations. Of course the truck is yours.. I wouldn't be caught dead with some dumb assed Hockey Stick as a watch fob. I'd never hear the end of it from the guys on the job. Just think of me, this over the hill ole man trying to play some young man's game. No way kiddo. Those keys are yours."

"Dad, what about you? Now you don't have a truck! I guess I can drive you to work every day on my way to the Rink, but then I start school again in a week and a half. I don't have to be there until my first class at 8:30. Wait, I get it, I'll just get up a little earlier and drop you off and,,,,,,"

"Come on, are you really that dense? I know you are great at Hockey but have you taken a few too many pucks to the head boy? After you drop me off at the site this morning, Mr. Townsend has agreed to drive me to the dealership where he purchased his truck cause he gets discounted prices on the fleet of used trucks that we use on the jobs."

"All right, I get it now. DUH!"

Placing the key, my key into the lock of MY OWN truck is one of the most exciting things that I have ever experienced. That is until sliding myself behind the wheel, putting the key in, turning and the feeling of the engine coming to life. 

"Slam."

"All right there Robbie, she's all yours. We'll go down to the DMV this weekend and transfer the title, registration and I will call the insurance company and have it put into your name."

Tears burn my eyes, vision blurs as I turn and reach over to hug Dad. His return embrace is warm, and real. My head falls on his shoulder, tears stream down my cheeks, staining his white T-Shirt.

His gently lips kiss the top of my head, he pushes me upward and toward the drivers side.

"OK there big fella, enough of that, we both have a big day ahead of us. Let's get this buggy on the road."

Gravel pelts the underside of the fender-wells, traction catches as stone and asphalt meet. Wind blows in through the driver-side window that rolled all the way down. Daring not to take my eyes off the road for a second, I look up to the rear view mirror, barely catching a glimpse of the smile that is chiseled onto Dad's face. Pride, joy and happiness. I feel so big inside. 

"Click, click, click," the turn signal purrs, stops, the wheels of the truck leave the asphalt of the well paved road and bounce on the dirt drive-way of the job site.

"Alright kiddo, I'll see you this eve. I might be a little late so I'm going to pick something up for dinner. Just do me a favor and do some laundry for us will you? I'm just about out of skivvies."

"Will do, thanks Dad, I promise, I'll take great care of your, I mean my truck."

"Slam"

Pulling out of the job site and driving my very own vehicle was so exciting, I realize that Dad is probably watching me so I drive as slow as some little ole lady, well at least until I am sure I am well out of his site.

Slowing down, speed bump causes some squeaking and thump. Pulling into the farthest parking space from the entrance of the rink. Don't want anyone scratching or bumping into us. Pride fills me as I step out of the driver's side, close the door, lock it. 

Off in the distance, Tag walks from the departing city bus. Hockey bag dragging behind him, nearly as big as he is and that sure is saying something. The bulky size continues walking toward the rink, stops, adjusts the direction, begins walking toward me. 

The squeak of the handle to the cap echo's in the early morning quiet. The birds chirping, the sound of wheels against the paved drive, Tag approaches with a broad smile, stops, extends his free hand with closed fist as we exchange nugs.

"No bus this morning? Howdja get the ole man to let you take his truck?"

"Didn't, decided to drive my truck to the rink this morning, that's all."

"What? what are you going on bout R.J.? I recognize your Dad's truck, been in it enough times when your Dad gave me a lift home after practice. So come on, spill."

"For real man, it's mine.. Dad gave it to me this morning. MINE! Do you believe this? You're not gonna have to take the bus any more. I'm gonna come and pick you up and drop you off on my way."

"Dude, that's so cool! I'm saving up for wheels of my own but gotta tell you, with the rink going up all the time with ice time, looks like the only wheels I'm gonna be able to afford is a Hot Wheel."

"Sorry Tag, I didn't mean to laugh. I'm with you, I couldn't afford the front tires after my salary is doled out to the Rink, gear and all. Heck I can hardly keep myself in sticks."

"Yeah know R.J. if you learned how to skate faster, you might not get checked as often. A few less broken sticks and bones maybe too."

Tag's big arm wraps around my shoulder, we walk toward the rinks entrance. Super proud buds of the first of us to have wheels of their own.

"Hey, R.J. how bout we truck pool to classes, that is, I'll swing you a few bucks a week, make coffee for the ride to help offset gas and stuff. What do you think about that? Bet we can both save a few extra here and there for date nights."

"Great! You didn't have to ask but thanks so much for offering. We can keep a can in the truck for gas money, works for you? Works for me."

Every inch of my body ache's. What a rough scrimmage. With the guys coming back to campus this week prior to first classes at the new University, I hardly imagined that the hoard of Canadian's that come down here to school would be so damned big. Freshmen too! I mean BIG! Don't think one of them was under 6'1 or less than 190 lbs. What the hell do they feed them up there? TREE'S?

Tag comes running out of the doors of the Rink, I meet him half way across the parking lot, having gotten out of the showers a bit before him.

"Squeak, thump, squeak." Seeing Tag open, toss his bag into the bed and close it again. "Slam"

"OK Kemosabe, Tonto ready to ride off into the sunset." 

Tag burst out into a fit of laughter at his own joke. It's infectious, I laugh whole hardheartedly. Life is good, no life is great! What more can I ask for?

"Thanks R.J., appreciate the ride." 

"No prob man. See you in the AM, K?"

"See yah when I see yah Kemosabe."

"Slam"

The road feels smoother than it has ever felt before. Air rushing in every open window of the pick up, freedom, happiness, pride. I hardly believe this is my life right now. 

Gravel growls as the tires of the truck come to a complete stop in front of the right garage door. Keys jingle as they are pulled from the ignition. The front door of the house swings open at the turn of the knob in my hand. Looking back over my shoulder at my "SILVER, yeah, that is what I am gonna call her, SILVER! The Lone Ranger, Silver and Tonto... Me, Kemosabe."

Keys clink as they come in contact with the glass coin dish on my dresser top. 

Rounding up the piles of dirty towels, cloths, socks, underwear from all around the bedrooms and baths, down the basement stairs, stuffing all of the dark's into the washer. Pours in a cup of Liquid Clear All, some Downy fabric softener, turn the nobs, the water fills the tub of the Westinghouse White Washer as the lid closes.

In the basket of separated dirty laundry, spies a pair of Dad's white boxers. Not soiled or anything like that, just can tell they have been worn. Picks them up, rubs the soft cotton fabric against my cheek. Holds the bunched up fabric to my nose, breath in deeply. The unmistakable scent of Dad. A hard on pushes against the inside of my nylon gym shorts. The tenting looks huge! Damn did it grown since this mornings jerk off? 

Throws myself full force onto my poorly made bed. The sun streaming in through the open windows has heated the top sheet and mattress. It feels so damn good against my sore back. Fingers slip under the elastic waist band, push downward. Rigid dick freed to breath in fresh air. Fingers wrap tightly around the hard flesh. Up, down, up down, up... Drifting into darkness, warmth, the feeling of falling. Lights, different colored lights as I fall faster and fast past them. Colors begin to streak, blur from one to the next. 

Feet hit hard ground in a running motion. It's so damned hard to move. Can't figure out why it feels like I'm running through marshmallows! Arms stretched out wide, the marshmallow leaves my feet, floating, flying only a few feet above the ground but I'm flying. Everyone around me, who the heck are all of these people anyway? All watch in amazement as I fly. I always knew I could fly, here I am doing it and everyone can see that I am able to and they can't. 

Wind begins whipping around me. Flying is becoming more and more difficult. Flying higher that before just trying to get above what ever is causing this sudden storm. Rumbles of thunder off in the distance. Vibrations causing me to loose altitude, feet again running as quickly as they can trying to hold off from touching down on the ground again. Try's to stay aloft but only inches from the ground. Arms flapping, nothing helps. 

"BANG."

Laying there on my back, the damp grass presses against me. Sunlight blinding me, turns my head to try to avoid the burying light as it attempts to force it's way through my eyelids. The ground shakes, shakes forcefully, fear wells up in my stomach, head goes dizzy.

"Robbie, ROBBIE, come on kiddo, wake up.. Have something I think you are gonna like... Hey, get up lazy bones.."

Eye's opening, focus not exactly perfect. Dad's formidable silhouette in front of me by less than a arms length. I jump up so quickly that I scare the hell out of myself.

"WHAT"

"It's OK Robbie, just me.. You must have dozed off before you got the wash in. Still have one of my shorts in your hand. Get up and throw a load in the wash for me will yah fella, then meet me outside. Come on, got a surprise for you and I'm going to need your muscles."

Aware of what Dad had just seen and said, total embarrassment fills my head. Stomach drops to the floor. Jumping up, running down the hallway, down the basement stairs. Opens up the lid to the washer, the cycle has completed already. Toss the boxers in, pour in soap right from the bottle, turns the dial to start, the washer comes to life again. 

Up the stairs, through the kitchen, out into the garage. Hits the door switch, garage door opener roars to life lifting the white aluminum door with it. Light floods into the darkened garage as the opening grows from the ground up.

Awe strikes as the massive Platinum Silver 2014 Dodge Ram 3500 Heavy Duty 4X4 Pick-Up becomes completely visible. Sunlight still shining brightly in the early August evening bounces off of the magnificent metallic finish. Eyes drawn upward, Cab lights line the top of the truck. A huge growling grill as if a mad bull dog snarling at me.

Looking over toward Dad's old pick-up, he's leaning against the drivers door of the old girl.. Of my "SILVER!" Arms crossed and a shit eating grin on his face.

Stunned, my feet make their way out of the garage, toward the most beautiful beast I have ever laid eyes on. It's huge, towers well above my height. Not a scratch on her. She knows she is home and that she's proud to be protecting her domain...

Silver sits next to her, Dad still leaning against her. The two seem to be very proud of the new addition to the family. No jealousy on "Silver's" part, she is the proud best friend of this new behemoth. 

My feet continue to move me from the front, around the drivers side, the back tail gate, my hand reaches out and touches the trim of the blackened windows of the matching fiberglass bed cap. It is a true thing of beauty. Continuing around to the passenger side, I'm abruptly met by the equally massive body of Lee Townsend. 

It becomes apparent to me that while I was dreaming in my bedroom, the rumbling of thunder was actually the Harley Davidson. There is so much masculinity surrounding me, that I feel a little feminine. This is the first and hopefully the very last time that I ever feel like this.

The outstretched huge dark brown manicured hand of Lee Townsend presents itself before me. My hand clasps his, shakes. I am drawn close to him by his other hand as it pats my back.

"Robbie, Lee is here to help us with a few things I picked up today. If you look in the back of my truck, you will see we have some work ahead of us."

Hands now released from each other, turning toward the blacked out windows of the cap, hand firmly placed above my brows, peering into cavernous depths of the trucks bed, boxes and boxes with IKEA and and arrows all pointing skyward fill the 8" long covered cave.

Dad walks to the tailgate of the NEW truck, inserts a key into the right cap lock, then the left cap lock, yet another key inserted into the tailgate lock.. WOW, this puppy is like Fort Knox! Screaming, lights flashing, Beep, Beep, Beep..

"Sorry about that, not use to this new alarm system yet. Have to deactivate it even with all of these safety locks in place."

The cap handles are turned, they are quiet and don't squeak the way MY Silvers does, but I kind of take that as a bit of pride. Silver shows her loyalty, her years of service to Dad. This big beauty has a way to go to earn that kind of trust and loyalty to her. Yep, it might take a whole week long this beautiful thing.

The tail gate is lowered, Lee hops up in one leap, hands fumble with a blue tie down strap that stretches across the back of the stacked boxes. Each end of the tie down is S hooked into a permanent tie down loop on the wall of the bed.

Looking directly at Lee's ma-gumbo sized ass, his heavy balls sag heavily in the black leather pants that encases his muscular form. I am telling you, it is like being presented with a Filet Mignon after having not eaten for weeks. 

NOPE, not going to look, not going there. Dad has made things perfectly clear to me that there would be repercussions if anything else were to happen. Here on the very day that Dad presents me with my own truck. NOPE, not now, not ever. Look away Robbie, look away before your eyes burn a hole in the backside of his leather clad butt.




The Vacation House Ch. 11



The hand being placed on my shoulder causes me to jump, jerk my head in it's direction.

"Robbie, Lee was kind enough to not only come and get me a great deal on this new truck, but since he is also furnishing the Display House at the site, I was able to pool some money with what he was already buying and we both got some great deals on furniture. Look, there's a complete bedroom set for your sisters bedroom, a leather sofa for the living room, a pair of chairs and end tables too. Now, this is my baby, take a look at that!"

His outreached hand points at a box that is being pulled out from the right side of the piled high boxes by the Bull in Leather in front of us.

"WEBER" printed on the side.

"You've got to be kidding me! A WEBER GRILL?" 

"Not just any Weber Grill, this is the Granddaddy of all Weber Grills. This is going to be a project for you to put together this weekend, so I am going to ask if you would forgo one day at the rink in exchange for a little homework before University starts next week, we would be very grateful."

OK, "WE?" that was not lost on me. I know I heard him right so I repeat it.

"WE? As in you and me, WE?"

"We as in You, me and Lee, we. That is if it is OK with you of course."

Lee turns his head, looks over his shoulder at the two of us, settles down on his right butt cheek as his leather pants meet the steel diamond point covered tailgate.

"That's right, this is all up to what you are comfortable with R.J. The furniture is here but it has no bearing on whether I am nor not. Honestly, I only wish for you to be happy, so you get the final say. OK?"

Head begins to spin a bit, not sure what to say, of course I have no problem with Lee moving in with us, this is going to present some real issues with controlling myself though. OK, I am starting school in a week and will be home a lot less thank I have been all this summer. Dad, Dad really does deserve having his best friend around if that makes him happy. Lee, well, he has been more than kind to the both of us, has even overlooked a situation witnessed that most people would have blown up over. 

"Hey, Lee, Welcome HOME!"

The broad smile that crosses Lee's face is nothing compared to the huge bear hug that Dad pulls me into. His burly hands gripping my sides, his lips repeatedly kissing the side of my cheek. I feel his tears burning against the side of my neck. It's his turn to melt down with appreciation. 

"Hey you two, cramps, cramps, gotta get up and move these boxes out of here. Anyone want to help?" Lee shifts himself and up into his bent over position once more, those huge nuts hanging like those of a farm bull. The stitched seam of the crotch straining at their imprisonment. 

The last box is set into the corner of the garage, finally. If I thought my back was sore before, I am suffering now!

"R.J., would you please go into the saddlebags on the Harley and bring in my change of cloths and leather kit? Thanks, just put them into the Master Bedroom for me please?"

"Sure, will do." 

Opening up the saddle bag lid, the meticulously folded cloths are in a clear plastic bag. The other saddle bag contains the leather bathroom kit. Carefully placing them under my arm as not to disturb the neat folds of obviously freshly laundered cloths, closing the lids of the saddles bags, into the house with Lee's items. 

The clean cloths, removed from the plastic bag and laid our neatly on the military perfectly made bedspread.

The bathroom kit, placed on the stone counter, unzipped and the contents placed one by one into the mirrored medicine cabinet. In the very bottom of the leather kit is the familiar yet still mysterious crushed velvet covered object. It is removed from the bag and placed on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet. 

"Click"

Walking into the kitchen, the delicious aroma of Fried Chicken fills my nostrils. KFC, Holy CRAP! We have not had KFC for ages. I've loved it since I was little. Always a special treat for my sister and myself what in reality was a quickie pick up meal when Mom did not have time to make dinner for us. Dad never complained cause he seemed to really like the biscuits even more than the one's that Mom or my sister made from scratch.

Opening up the kitchen cabinets and retrieving three plates, glasses, forks, knives, napkins seems a little out of the norm. The norm it is going to become though so I find myself filling again with a sense of great pride. 

"Robbie?" Dad's voice calls from the living room.

Placing the dishes on the table, I shuffle into the living room. Dad sitting on the dark brown leather over-sized recliner that we had placed under the picture window. 

"Come here kiddo."

Sitting down in front of him, I look up into his eyes. Wide, dark, damned near black. The pelt of dark chest hair mixed with a peppering of silver forces it's way out of the top of his wife beater tank top. A clear view of the massive penis peaks it's way from beneath the right leg of his plaid boxers while the darkness of his fur covered ball sack can be seen in the recess of his left.

The stirring of my growing dick in my shorts is covered up by a quick move of my left hand over it. 

Dad leans forward and places his arms around my neck, pulls me close to him. The roughness of his whiskers scrape along the side of my cheek until his mouth is just next to my ear.

"Are you sure about this Robbie? You can be honest with me. You have the final call on all of this. If for any reason you find that you are not happy with this set up or something that happens, you know you can come and talk to me, anytime. It's still you and me kiddo, nothing changes. OK? I love you, you know that."

"My lips barely touch Dad's cheek as he releases his grip around my neck. I bend sideways, lay my head on his muscular, harry thigh. The view is wonderful. Keep it to yourself Robbie, just keep it to yourself."

"Yeah Dad, I love you too, you know that right?"



The Vacation House Ch. 12



My first week is finally done and over with here at Keene State. It sure has been a completely different experience than it was during my freshman year at the University of Rhode Island. I would not say that it was more difficult, just different.

Walking across the campus to get to the parking lot by the Keene Community Ice Arena is an adventure in itself. Classes are spread out all over the place. The quad is about as far from my first and last class that I have to run from one to the next just to make it in time before the professor starts his lecture.

I really don't know how it turned out this way but Tag and I have most of our classes together. Just lucky I guess. It works out great when one of us is running late, the other is too. Just divide the ire of the Professor and neither of us gets the full wrath. It's cool to have a wing man who already is in an established relationship. It keeps the questions to a minimum about my personal life cause I can always deflect the conversation from me towards them. Works like a charm.

"So, hows about we grab a Pizza after practice tonight Rob?"

"Can't, have way too much to do with Professor Xe's ridiculous Trig homework. Is it me or do you feel like they are piling this crap up on us just to see who lives through the first semester without breaking down and screaming through the hallways naked, screaming at the top of your lungs?"

"Give it a break Rob, you're just being a drama queen. Suck it up big boy or I am going to have Melanie kick your butt into shape. Don't be a pussy."

I tackle Tag so quickly that I hear the wind being knocked out of him. His bulk hits the grass that lines the sidewalk with a deafening THUD.

"Bitch, get off me!"

"Who you calling Bitch, you Bitch? Mel's got you so whipped that your balls are bluer than my eyes."

"Your eyes are blue?"

Rolling off Tag's back, laughing myself into a fit, curled up in the fetal position, gasping with spasm until I catch my breath.

"Hack, phew." 

"OK, that was about as gross as it gets. Next time you decide to spit grass out, not on my shirt will you Tag?"

"Yeah, well next time you decide you've go the urge to hump me in public, give me a little warning so I can put a cup on backward, DEAL?"

"Deal, c'mon gotta get in gear, like I said, I'm drowning in Trig and it's not going to get any easier laying here and smelling the lawn."

"You started this, not me. I was fine, walking along, minding my own business when out of no where, some damned pussy jumps me from behind and decides that I am going to be his scratching post. Next time, scratch your own itch in private, got it Kemosabe?"

My mouth spreads into the widest grin, Tag takes my extended hand, pulls me up to my feet. Man, he is built like an anchor, I sure am glad he is on my team cause if he had tackled me the way I did him, I think I would have ruptured my spleen.

The late afternoon sun beats down on my pick-up that I inconveniently park as far from anyone else as possible. 

"Heads UP!"

Tossing my keys up into the air, Tag instinctively snatches them just before my bad throw has them soaring over his head. He lands a little awkward, his right ankle rolls over, he collapses into a heap on the hot asphalt. His ankle clutched in both hands, lying on his side, grimacing in pain.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Son of a, FUCK!"

My feet planted for what seems an eternity, then a full sprint to my best friend, writhing on the ground, cursing like a drunk sailor in a whore house.

"I'm sorry, please, please, Tag, I'm sorry. I just thought you'd like to drive tonight. I didn't mean to throw the keys so high above your head. Dude, tell me you're OK. Please, don't be fucked up man, please!"

Tears are streaming down Tag's handsome face. His eyes closed as tight as a clam-shell, his lips pulled back baring his teeth in a snarling grimace. Shit, I really fucked up big time!

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! Help me get up and to the truck will you?"

The keys still tightly gripped in his hand, I lift Tag's arm up and over my head. He pulls tightly toward me, slowly, we begin to rise together from the hot pavement. The underside of his forearm scraped, bleeding in small spots where bits of sand and glass where ground into his flesh as it scraped the parking lot under his falling weight.

We limped slowly toward the truck, the beep, beep of the Viper Alarm system unlocks the doors. I open the passenger door, pivot Tag around until his backside was resting on the side of the seat. He braces himself with both hands against the frame of the truck's door jam, pushes himself up assisted by me as much I could considering his mass weighs more than I could lift on a good day in the gym. He slides himself back onto the seat, I lift his injured leg as gently as I can, allowing him to initiate the pace that he can tolerate. 

Damn, why did I do that? What the hell are we going to do now? The hospital, I have to get him to the hospital. 

"I'm taking you to the E.R., you just put your head back and take it as easy as you can. I'm sorry Tag, honest to god, I'm sorry."

"NO! Can't, we can't go to the hospital, just take me home, I'll be OK, just a tweak, trust me, I'm fine."

"What the heck are you talking about, tweak my ass, you're going to the hospital, not taking any chances, for all you know it could be broken."

"NOPE, can't, trust me, I can't go to the hospital, just can't."

"Why the hell not? If there is something really wrong, they will be able to fix it and you'll be back up and running after me to kick my butt in no time."

"I don't have insurance Rob, my parents don't have the money to pay me to go to the hospital, have you any idea of how much X-ray's alone are? Not to mention everything else they might bill for? Sorry, I just can't lay that on them. I'll be fine, it's not the first time I have rolled an ankle. That's all it is, I just need to get some ice on it."

ICE! Shit, why didn't I think of that?

"Be right back."

Closing the passenger door, making sure to do it as carefully as I can. I did not take any chance that I might jostle Tag, causing him even more pain than I already have. Turning on my heals, running across the parking lot toward the back of the Ice Rink. Piles of melting ice from the Zamboni wait for me to grab a couple of hands full. I dump my books out of my ruck sack, fill it with the shaved ice. Grab my books back up, tuck them under my arm and head back to the truck.

Seeing Tag's face, his closed eyes, his mouth slightly opened as he breaths in and out in an attempt to deal with his pain sends my stomach to my feet.

The passenger door opens, ever so gently I place my dripping shaved ice filled ruck sack onto his already very swollen ankle.

"Ahhhh."

Tag opens his eyes, looks at me with the twinkling reflection of sunlight on his tears as they resist spilling over the bottom eyelids.

"Thanks, that's so much better. Really, I'm fine. Come on, let's get going."

Hoping into the driver seat, a big paw reaches from the passenger side of the cab. My best friends upturned open palm, keys presented to me. The spoiled moment of my innocent gesture gone really badly.

The engine is brought to life, the pick-up very slowly covers the distance from it's parking space, rolls onto the roadway. 

Small moaning sounds from the passenger side, I take my eyes off the road for a moment, look down toward the swollen ankle covered with my soaking wet ruck sack. I quickly look back to the road, look back at the handsome face of my friend, pain showing through his tough exterior. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, he really is hurt, badly.

I just drive in silence, don't even think to put on the radio to help distract us. It comes to me like a bolt of lightning.

"Listen, Tag, wake up. You OK? Look, this is what we're gonna do; I have health insurance, you don't. Yeah, I know this sound crazy but there really is no other way around this, you are going to have your leg checked out by a Dr. You, me, we don't look that different and I have never been to the hospital up here. There is no way that some lady who takes information and ID numbers is going to know you are not me. RIGHT?"

Breathing in deeply, I am sure that I have just come up with a brilliant solution to the insurance problem. But, is Tag going to go along with this? He's proud, just as proud as my Dad is. Would my Dad allow someone else to help out if he was in the same situation? HELL YEAH! He just did recently when Lee moved in with us to help offset living costs, gave him a huge raise and a new job title as site manager for his construction firm. Co-signed so that Dad could get his new truck. He not only would do exactly the same as I am, I bet he would even encourage me to do it.

"Rob, I don't know if that's such a good idea. Yeah, we might kinda have the same colored hair and eyes but you're kinda scrawny compared to, well, you know, my mythological god like good looks and build."

His smile broadened. I know he was kidding, well, kinda. Tag knows he is handsome, has been told it his entire life but he is not full of himself, if anything he is kinda self deprecating. 

Pulling into the E.R. driveway, stopping just outside the automatic doors that lead into the well lit entrance. I push down on the parking brake, hop out grab the wheel chair sitting next to the cigarette ashtray.

Minutes turn to hours, I call my Dad to let him know that I would be home late, making up a lie that I had to stay at the rink for an unscheduled practice, asked if it was OK if Tag could spend the night. Dad did not have any clue that I was lying through my teeth, that I was going to have to come up with another whopper when we show up with my friends ankle blown up like a balloon.

Dr. Weinstein hands Tag aka Rob a prescription for an anti inflammatory med. Gives him some printed instructions on how to take care of his sprained ankle, advice on how to shower with a garbage bag over the splint on his lower leg and foot so as not to get it wet. 

Cool night air flows through the cab of the truck, bright lights of oncoming traffic glares across the not so perfect surface of the pick-ups windshield. Tag tugs on his shoulder strap of the seat belt, clearly uncomfortable, shifts in his seat. 

"You know, Dad doesn't have to know about any of this. We just have to get our story straight between the two of us. You had a fall in the locker room after you took your skates off. Tripped on some tape or something, just had it wrapped up by the assistant coach and that's that, OK?"

"What ever you say Kemosabe, Tonto goes where ever the Lone Ranger goes. Someone has to protect him."

"You're such an ass, you know that Tag? Shit, here, take my cell, let Melanie know you're staying with me tonight, then call your parents. We have to keep everything straight with our story, just in case one of them decides to call the other."

"Yep, you sure must have used up a whole slew of those random brain cells of yours figuring out this whole scheme. I surprised you have enough left to be able to even talk."

Pulling into the gravel driveway, I see Dad's new beast, Lee's truck and then the Harley which is covered form. The truck comes to a stop on the far end of vehicles, the engine cut off, dies.

The sound of crickets and loose stone under my feet as I open the passenger door, Tag swings his legs out, the injured one heavily wrapped, braced, crutches placed carefully down. The bulk of weight being borne by his one good leg, my hands at the ready, just in case his balance is lost. 

"Dad, we're here! You're not gonna believe this, Tag had a little accident, that's why it took me a little longer to get home. Good thing we planned on him staying over tonight cause his folks are away for the weekend, he would have no one to help him get around. DAD? LEE? Anyone here? C'mon I saw your trucks in the driveway, you guys have to be here somewhere?"

Looking around the living room, entering the kitchen, no-one, notta, nothing! 

"C'mon, the guest bedroom is right here, brand new furniture and everything. No one has even slept in the bed yet so it looks like your gonna get to break in a Virgin!"

"Rob, you are one sick bastard, you know that?"

"Yep, you don't know the first half of it."

Tag hobbles on his crutches, enters the guest bedroom, the door closes behind him. 

"CLICK"

Shuffling down the hallway to my room, the very next door on the left of the hallway, wondering if my friend was really going to be OK. I know that the meds that he was given at the hospital were taking their toll on him. He kind of slurred his speech a little, his eyes barely open slits. The life that normally sparkles from them, subdued, almost extinguished. Hopefully after a long nights rest, things will look more upbeat. Hope he can get back on the ice soon, we sure need him, well I guess so do I.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, BANG!"

"Shhhhhhh!"

Stopping in my tracks, my head snaps toward my sisters intended bedroom at the end of the hallway. Creeping slowly, crouching a little like a stalking cat, listening for more sound, any sound. HOLY SHIT, Dad and Lee, are they at it? CRAP! What if Tag is still able to figure out what the sounds are that I just heard?

Bending low, trying to listen at the bedroom door that must be concealing the bodies of two super hot and sweaty naked men. My mind begins to spin out of control, my minds eye conjures up visions of wild sexual positions, intertwined forms, arms, legs, sweat dripping from every surface of rugged flesh. HOT, STEAMY, MAN SEX! 

Realizing that my hand has a firm grip on the rock hard flesh below my zipper, my eyes look toward the bedroom door that my friend was hopefully sleeping soundly behind. One of my ears to the door, the other tuned in, searching for any sound of motion coming from the hobbled Tag.

Light shoots out from under the bedroom door that my ear is pressed upon. Standing quickly, I make no waste of time to get myself into my own bedroom, very slowly closing the door as not to alert anyone of my having been spying, peeping Tom like.

My pillow cradles my head while my heart beats so loudly that it may well be drowning out possible goings on in either of the rooms adjacent to my own. 

My hardened penis presses mercilessly against the front of my pants, demanding release. Fingertips tugging on the tab, hand moving slowly down toward the foot of my bed. My entire hand dives into the opening, fumbles with the waistband of my boxer brief. FREEDOM! The force which I move my hand up and down the length of my manhood, the heat of friction brings me instantly to climax. Shooting up and hitting my chin, landing on my right eye which thankfully was closed at the height of ecstatic release. Splats of cum hitting the wall above my head, drips down toward my pillow. 

Panting, huffing, rubbing, the exquisite sensitive feeling, now the let down realization that it was over so quickly. GOD, this had to have been one of the fastest yet most explosive loads I have ever produced. I lean over the side of the bed, pick up a dirty sock laying partially hidden under the nightstand. Wipes my face, smearing at first, sticky, warm, damp, sitting up, turning my torso, wipes my pleasure off the wall. Thank God for washable Latex Paint.

Brought back to the present by the sound of doors opening, closing, the sound of water running in the guest bathroom. 

OK, so it's finally happened, something but what? WHO? I just can't see either one of them finally giving in to the others demands to bottom. Maybe it was not that kind of sex, maybe they just gave each other a blow job, or hand jobs, or god only knows a million other kinds of safer type sex where neither would have to given up to the other. YEAH, consensual flipping.

The knock at my door startles me. Stuffs my softening penis back into it's hiding place. Sits up on the edge of the bed, stares at the closed door.

"C'mon in... I'm decent."

The door slowly opens, light from the ceiling light of the hall floods into my moonlit room. I recognize Dad's form as it is revealed before me.

"Everything OK Robbie? How's Tag? What did they say?"

What? My eyes dart from Dad to the wall separating the guest bedroom and mine. Praying my fears where not about to materialize. Heart beats wildly again, mouth goes dry, eyes shoot back to Dad, catch his stare, fixate on the depth of darkness there.

"Robbie, I know, cut the crap, the hospital called to confirm your insurance. They said it is standard procedure when the person being treated is under 21, on a parents policy. You may have fooled them young man but you can't pull that kind of crap on me. First off when they confirmed that your weight and that height, I knew instantly that it wasn't you. I asked them to describe the person who brought you, Tag in. Now don't you think I know damned well what you look like?"

Fear floods every inch of me. Panic sets in, wordless, jaw won't move. The urge to throw myself under the covers and hide. The little kid in me rushing back, idiotic thoughts that I could wish this all away, that hiding under the covers would make me invisible.

"Robbie, get up. We have a little something to get over with, you might think you like this but let me assure you, you're not!"

Dad moves in on me as fast as a giant bear after a jar of honey. Fingers dig into my left upper arm. My entire body swings wildly around, pulled off balance, landing prone over the edge of the bed. The sound of the buckle, the pull of the leather belt from the fabric pants, their restraining loops. 

Deafening crack reverberates through my head. PAIN, burning pain. Another crack, more pain. I writhe on the bed, try to get away from the next imminent blow. The hand grabbing at my waist band, snapping the button away from the button hole, tearing of the zipper, air, cool air brushing against my exposed lower body. 

The onslaught of strapping continues, another tug, underwear ripping, fabric separating from the elastic waist band, more exposed skin. Stinging strap after stinging strapping. Tears flooding from my eyes, wails gut wrenching pain, pleads, words finally forming, forced from my mouth.

"PLEASE, PLEASE, I'm sorry! I'M SORRY, PLEASE DAD, I swear, I'll never do it again. I swear!"

"Damned right you won't and I'm gonna make sure you don't forget this."

The belt swings through the air, whistling like a bomb dropping, cracking sound, pain, pain. I give in to the punishment. This is far worse than what Dad had given to me when I had seduced him earlier this year. Far worse than anything that I ever received as a bad kid. 

How on earth had I ever enjoyed this? Why is this so much worse? 

"CRACK, CRACK."

Sound stops, heaving breathing from the angry man standing over my welt riddled backside. The door closes. I'm alone, completely alone. Crying into the bunched up sheet. Tears streaming at a mad pace, barely able to catch my breath. I try to calm myself, breath slower, try to stop the tears, any more sound from escaping my beaten body. 

TAG! Shit, he's in the next room, did he just hear what happened? Oh my god, beaten screaming, crying, what is he going to think when I see him in the morning? LEE? Shit, Lee just heard this whole thing, no way he doesn't know what just happened here. How am I going to face either of them in the morning? How is Dad going to deal with this in the morning?

My hand reach back, rub my burning ass cheeks. Penis begins to come to life again, presses into the mattress. What the hell? After this, how can I be getting all hot and bothered again? This was not some sort of role play, this was a blow by blow beat down. As Lee would say, an Ole fashioned Whoopin.

Moving my body in a slow rocking motion, penis rubbing the fabric, hands caressing the ravaged flesh, finger tips slipping between the cheeks, daring to touch, relaxing as the tip if my index finger invades the small opening. Pressure building inside, balls pulling up against the base of my penis. 




The Vacation House Ch. 12



I move my body back and forth more violently against the sheet covered mattress. Out of control, hot shots of cum pulsate out of me, time and again.

Laying spent, exhausted on the large wet spot beneath my stomach. Penis softening, retracting. Body collapses, completely spent. Darkness invades my mind. Numbness envelopes me. Crickets, crickets, the repetitive chirps of crickets.



The Vacation House Ch. 13



Tears streaming down my cheeks, stain the soft cotton fabric of the pillow. Head buried and my cheek pressed firmly into it's firmness.

Burning, aching pain generating through very tender flesh. Ashamed, worried, so much head noise. Doubts flooding my mind as I replay the disturbing happenings of a day gone very, very wrong.

Gut wrenched, twisted, sour to the point of vomiting. Gasps of air burn into my lungs, hyperventilation, dizziness, darkness, lonely, whispers surround me as I watch myself fall into a well of near despair.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Waken from nothingness, a complete lack of dreams, knocking permeates the cotton candy fluffiness of mornings haze. Jumping up, grabbing the shorts at the foot of my bed, slipping feet then legs into their softness, comfort, security, protection against an attack that might befall me once again.

The door slowly opens, a large dark skinned well manicured hand appears on the inside of the fresh white painted surface. Fingertips pressing against solid wood, motion, a foot, leg, entire outline of Lee Townsend standing firmly, no smile, eyes gazing downward, obvious uncomfortable tension written all over his face.

"Morning, RJ. Sorry to wake you so early, would you mind a little comforting? I can only imagine how hurt, well maybe even betrayed you must be feeling. May I?"

How stunned I feel, this is nothing like the tormented scenario's that played over and over in my head before sleep took pity on me last night.

"Yeah, come on in, take a seat Lee."

Lee looks me in the eyes for the first time this morning, moves very slowly toward my disheveled bed. He extends his left arm, places his large hand on the nape of my neck. Slowly sitting down along side me, pulling me into an assuring, no comforting embrace of my dried tear crusted cheek against his massive shoulder.

Placing the side of his jaw against the top of my head, "sigh" slow rubbing of my neck and shoulder muscles. Relaxation overwhelms me, I give in to the tenderness that I so need.

I barely open my mouth, words just about form.

"Shhhhh. You don't have to say anything, I understand, it's going to be OK, trust me, things are not always what they seem to be."

Buried firmly in his musky scent, flawless glistening dark skin, every inch Macho yet so very nurturing. Resistance is the furthest thought.

"RJ, your Dad was very upset last night, he must have seemed angry with you at the moment but that was not him, he was hurt, devastated that you could not trust in him enough to tell him the truth."

My head moves, eyes look at Lee's full dark chocolate cherry colored lips. Brilliant white teeth in even rows glistening in the morning light. Peppermint toothpaste scent mingles with natures morning muskiness. It is intoxicating, stimulating.

"You might not believe this but he cried for an hour last night before I was able to convince him to go to bed. I knew he would see things differently from a new days perspective. He'll be fine, he is more worried about you though, he would not stop expressing how he wished he could have taken it all back, how he should have been the adult and handled the situation rationally. He knows that his temper gets the better of him, impulsive but who am I telling this to? You know him better than anyone, right?"

Clearing my throat, searching for my voice among the blanket of confusion and anxiety. 

"Yeah, well, I thought I knew him Lee. Guess I was wrong. I'm an idiot sometimes, should have known better than to lie to him. He doesn't deserve that kind of disloyalty. He's been there for me every second of my life, what do I do? Treat him like a fool. He's no fool, I'm the real fool."

"C'mon, you're a kid, no wait, you are a young man who is still learning, developing, making mistakes on your own. We all make mistakes, make them every day of our lives. What makes us grown and mature is how well we handle our mistakes, the decisions we make to lessen the mistakes that we will ultimately make."

This guy is some sort of prophet of street learned wisdom. For the very first time since finding out about the connection between Dad and Lee, I realize it is not the physical attraction that binds these two powerful men to each other, it is their passion, caring, understanding of what is inside the other, not what is shown on the outside. 

"Lee, please tell me, what can I do? I didn't mean to hurt him, I didn't mean to hurt anyone! I've gotta tell you, you're gonna find out anyway, it was my fault that Tag is injured. I tried to hide it from Dad, well and you. Guess, I have some real growing up to do, huh?"

"Ya think?" 

Snorting, tossing his head in a movement of knecktadude I normally associate with cocky woman. A smile broadens on his face, transforms the look of worry to one of understanding, genuine happiness.

"Go, get yourself cleaned up, I have some work to do on your Dad. He has not even gotten up yet, so unlike him but this has been a traumatic experience for him too. I'll see you when you are cleaned up, I just want to let you know that I took the liberty of going in and getting Tag's dirty cloths, they are in the wash right now. I left him a pair of my shorts, shirt and socks. Heck, didn't think that one through, huh? (chuckles) All he needs is 1 sock. That would have been easy, that Dryer of yours seems to eat just one of every other pair of socks I put in it."

Stands, turns, walks out into the hallway. Turns his head over his shoulder, a re-assuring wink, door closes for privacy. I exhale.

The warm Ivory soap filled air hangs low in the guest bathroom, I reach for the thick terry cloth towel, wrap it around my narrow waist. Standing before me, my reflection partially obscured by condensation of moisture on the glass mirror above the vanity. Reaching for the blow dryer, throwing the switch, air rushes out of the nozzle, chest, chin, mouth, eyes, me... 

A gentle knock moves my gaze from my own reflection to that of the bathroom door behind me. 

"C'mon in, I'm decent."

The door opens slowly, pushed by the rubber tipped end of a brushed aluminum crutch. God he looks like he's been run over by a bulldozer. Gaze travels down Tag's form, stops on the heavily bandaged, braced lower leg. 

"God, that's got to hurt, huh?"

Our eyes meet in the mirror, his very bleary, bloodshot, lines on his cheek from where he must have lay one side of his head against the pillow all night long.

"Jeezus! I feel like CRAP! Splitting headache, have anything to take life a little more bearable? Alieve?"

"WoW, you do look like crap, sorry bout that but I have to call this one as I see it. How'd you sleep last night? Is your ankle better, worse than yesterday?"

"I have no idea, I was so out of it after we got to the hospital last night that I really don't remember anything after they gave me a shot. By the way, were are my cloths? How did I get in bed and please tell me that you didn't have to undress me and pour me in there."

"Nah, you made it all on your own power, actually I was really impressed with how well you handled yourself. I would never in a million years have imagined that you were stoned out of your mind. Oh, and your cloths are in the wash, Lee got them this morning, you must have gotten yourself undressed and poured yourself into bed all by your lonesome self."

"Thank god! At least I left myself with some dignity."

His hand raised, rubs the face where lines are impressed, moving fingers to the side of the closely cropped hair, scratches violently.

"My head itches, hope I didn't get bed bugs or lice. Never know who sleeps in a bed before you, what they might have left behind as a little gift."

Picking up the washcloth from the vanity, turning, tosses it as hard as I can. It lands softly on Tag's head, drapes itself over his right eye.

"Aye, matey, I'm Peg Leg Pete, I'm here to rape your woman and plunder your booty."

Laughing out-loud, I am sure he has absolutely no idea how that sounds. Plunder my BOOTY? Yeah, not likely, he's not into that, I am damned sure of it. Tag is so straight, comfortable in his own skin that he does not even realize how little things like that being said could be taken so far out of context.

"Well Pete, sorry to say, don't think you are much of a match for the Lone Ranger! With my trusted side kick Tonto, my hearty steed Silver, we can out-crawl you in a one legged race."

"Yeah, got me there, you mind if I take a shower? How about the Alieve?"

"Damn, nearly forgot, the Doctor gave you a prescription yesterday that I filled for you, well me you at the hospital pharmacy. You have to take it with food though, so why don't you get into the shower and I'll get you something to take the pill with. I'll be back in a minute, you need anything before I go?"

"Yeah, but nothing that you can do for me. Now, Melanie is hidden around here somewhere, that would be another story."

"Dude! Get in the shower."

Remembering the Dr.s instructions about keeping the brace dry, I bend forward, reach into the empty small plastic garbage can, pull out the plastic grocery bag lining the inside, stands up, turns toward my friend.

"Here, put this over the splint, the Doctor said you have to keep the splint dry. I'll put it on for you.

Kneeling down before Tag's naked muscular bulk, my eyes trying to avoid looking at his crotch. Fingers fumble with the plastic bag as he leans against the fiberglass wall, lining the glass shower enclosure. He stands on one leg, lifting his injured one a few inches, just barely enough for me to slip the bag over his bandaged foot and ankle. I tie it pretty tight, not so tight as to restrict blood flow, just enough to keep water from seeping in and getting the bandages and splint wet.

"There you go Tonto, now wash off the filth that you are.. Maybe, Melanie will like you better if you didn't smell like an ole Mule."

"Get out, will ya? The pill, how's bout that? Make yourself useful or something."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all I am to you, get me this, get me that, never once would you think of sending me flowers or a simple I Love You!"

"GET OUT! You are such a jerk sometimes, you know that?"

"Yeah I do. Why do you think I hang out with someone like you in the first place.. Gotta be something wrong with me."

The bar of Ivory Soap hits the wall, missing my head by less than an inch! I swear I could hear it whistle through the air as it barely missed hitting it's intended target. 

Rushing out the door, slamming it behind me, I run down the hallway. The kitchen comes into view. The opened Newspaper at the end of the scrubbed wood table brings me back to reality. 

"SHIT!"

The newspaper slowly lowers itself to half it's vertical height, folding at the center, Dad's wide eyes, unsmiling face presents itself. 

Feet shuffling forward, take me toward my destiny. Heart beating, ears burning, stomach fluttering with the wings from millions of tiny butterfly's. 

Lowering myself onto the long bench seat, sliding Terrie cloth covered cheeks across the smooth wooden surface, comes to a stop just at the very edge. A muscular leg presses firmly against my long limb, extending from my hip. The sensation of skin touching skin sends fireworks upward to my barely cloaked crotch.

The newspaper lays gently against the surface of the table. Massive bear paws extend from the block like form before me, reaching out, take me into their embrace, pull me into the musky scent, man, freshly soap washed skin, loving embrace, pure loves embrace. 

My head is buried into the heavily fur covered chest, muscular, firm, warm, heart beating loudly, rising up, down, rubbing it's coarseness against the side of my smooth shaved face. The jaw of my bear like Dad, pushes against soft crew cut cropped hair of my head. Tears build up in my heart before they make their way to my eyes, cheeks, mingle with the scent of protector.

Instinctively, my arms wrap around his body, fingertips press into the hard earned muscular back of the man embracing me, salvaging my wishes that I would be still loved, still be the son I so wished I could still be. Fingers running over rippling scapula, butterflied back, furrow over the spine, tentatively rests at the furrow of the cleft of two mounds of flesh pushing upward. 

My penis is stretching against it's own skin sleeve, threatens to burst out from beneath the towel, no longer hiding, boldly rising upward, nearly touching the underside of the tabletop.

Those massive bear paws lower themselves downward, grip my firm hockey created butt cheeks. Fingers digging into soft flesh, pull, tug, separate flesh from flesh, expose the tender pucker of my hole to the fluffy softness of fabric. I let one hand travel across the line that separates torso and haunch, follow it's pathway to the very course forest of pubic hair, daringly wrap themselves partially around the monstrous mass of erect flesh protruding, pounding, pulsing manhood. 

Gripping hold as if my life depending upon the pillar of life withing my grasp, sliding outward toward the cloaked mushroom head, one fingertip daring to play with the large slit at the very end of muscle, slippery, wet, playing with the gaping entrance, attempts to push itself into the depths of the heavily skinned Italian sausage of desire.

Dad exhales, his head drops back, mouth agape. I raise my head upward from the firm pillow of chest hair to take in every bit of him that I can fill my mind with. Fingertip playing mercilessly, invading the ever expanding opening of his turgid monolith of desire, pre-cum lubrication assisting with the entrance of it's virginal passageway.

Maneuvering myself from the once seated position at the precipice of the wooden bench, moving one long leg across his outstretched legs, the other allowing me to pivot my lower body onto his lap. My hand never leaving his penis opening, the other fingers release their death grip, allowing my own rock hard penis to be pulled into a one fisted embrace, flesh against flesh, firmly held together by one hand. The Terrie cloth towel slips from my slender hips, slides down his fur covered thighs, over his knees, fall to his feet. 

Our eyes meet, lock into each others stare. Full lips part, Dad moves his head toward me, my eyes crossing, double vision, forehead to forehead, flesh to flesh, heat against heat, hands holding firmly on the flesh of the other.

"Lee's gone to the site, won't be back until this afternoon." Breathlessly, softly, assuring voiced words. "I'm sorry, so very sorry Robbie. I never meant to hurt you, never. I'm so sorry, you are everything to me. I love you more than life itself. Please forgive me?"

Mixed with so many emotions, my lips ravish his, press so hard against his, tongue invades his parted lips as words dared to leave him. The tip of my tongue playing forcefully with his, slide over each and every one of his teeth, attempts to trace the inside, explore every surface before unexplored by me. Fingertip continues it's pursuit to invade the slit at the center Dad's penis, my pulsing rod firmly planted against his, swollen balls buried in muscular flesh, pools of flesh and sweat mingling to become one mass.

Mouths separate, I shiver, blurt.

"Dad, no, I'm so sorry, I never should have lied to you, NEVER! I wish I could take it all back, make it right. I love you so much, I want you so badly, I can't believe I did this to you. You don't deserve what I did, you don't deserve a son who can't be as you are. You deserve everything, I just fucked everything up, everything!"

"Shhhh, it's OK, you made a mistake, we all make mistakes. Please Robbie, you have to stop, we can't, we can't do this... Your friend, he could walk in, please Robbie, I love you but, we can't, I won't jeopardize you for my own lack of control."

"Fuck it, I won't Dad, you have to, I have to, please, please, do me, now."

Breathing so heavy, heat of passion running my senses, there's no way of turning back now, have to have him, HAVE TO HAVE HIM IN ME, NOW!

"God dammit, I want you so badly, you have no idea how badly I want you. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you little son of a bitch, I'm gonna show you how much I love you. I'm gonna fuckin rip you to pieces, gonna make you beg me for more, gonna MAKE YOU give me more than you can give me, I'm gonna take you, make you mine, give you what ever you want from me, take you."

He stands up from his chair, wood scraping against wood as it slides along the floor. Arms wrapped around me bear hugging me, fingertips digging into my burning flesh, I wrap my legs around his waist, cross at the ankles, hold on dearly as he navigates toward the master bedroom. Door forces open, enters, kicks it closed with the heal of his foot, never loosing balance, carries me across the room, peels me from his body, I am torn away, tossed forcefully onto the mattress. I bounce twice before coming to a fully exposed prone position, legs, arms spread eagle, eyes fixed madly upon the outline of man before me. 

Anticipation runs rampant through my body, my legs instinctively raise, feet thrust high in the air, hands grabbing taught muscles, back of my thighs pulled across the side of my jaw line. Knee's press into the surface of the king sized mattress. Cool air plays across my exposed ass hole, begging mercilessly, forcing itself to open up.

His eyes leave mine, a mighty paw lowers, grabs his protruding dick, fists it forcefully along the entire length, slamming back against the thick bush of black pubic hair. A long line of glistening pre-cum drips out of the piss slit, like a spiderweb, makes it's way toward the floor. His saucer-like black eye's drop, my gaping hole reflected in them. I can actually see the reflection of my own ass-hole in his burning eyes. 

Desire covers his face, his face moves closer, closer, disappears between the mounds of nearly hairless muscular ass cheeks before him. I look downward along my rippled stomach, my penis pointing skyward, leaking fluid, drooling down it's length, disappearing into the soft golden manicured hair at it's base. 

My balls are pushed upward, protrude from the skin that covers them, Dad's nose firmly pressing them up from his brow. Tender flicks of tongue tantalizes, opens me, muscles relax, allow greater access to depths of desire. I push my hips toward the face that laps, teases my ass-hole. 

Seconds becoming minutes, minutes blurring into eternity, desire over-rides everything, thought, sight, all encompassing passion, desire, need, want. 

"Please, don't stop, please Dad. I'm yours, use me, rape me, take me, make me yours, do what ever you want to do to me. I have to have you take it from me."

Pressure along side the flicking slickness of the tongue at my hole, forcing it's way, inside with mighty force. My mind's eye pictures the three upturned fingers, slamming to the knuckle deep inside my guts. 

Tongue slides it's length under the inside area between my ass-hole balls. Pressure building, stretching, sliding in, out, in, slamming against the ever expanding, stretching lips of my ass, my muscle inside my hole contracting, stretching painfully yet contracting again as fingers withdraw my depth's, tongue never leaving it's playful play along the inside of my hole.



The Vacation House Ch. 14



Fireworks shoot through every nerve ending. Burning desire floods every inch, everywhere. Pounding heart beating, pressure builds, I'm nearly deaf, rushing blood inflates veins, muscles. 

Erection so hard, nearly splitting skin as muscle, cells swell to capacity. Ball slams against my turgid hard on. Balls separate, fall to each side, the mighty bear paw roughly bangs the sack with it's hairy back side. Fingers spreading, stretching, ripping the very tender inner flesh, exposure to air as it has never been before.

The deep growling permeates my near deafness. Looking down at the ferocious onslaught, I see Dad's free arm outstretch, reaches for something in the dark, remotely familiar, shock as the realization of it's origins.

The crushed velvet satchel is pulled back from the hidden treasure it guards from prying eyes. Glistening, veins, thick, perfectly shaped, light dancing along it's 9" length. Calloused fingers wrap it's base. 

Buzzing, BUZZING?

"Robbie, please, put this in my ass, carefully, I mean real slow. I promised Lee I'd use it, he wants me so badly and I don't want to disappoint him. I've got to give in, put my pride away. C'mon kiddo, you do this for me and I'll give you what you've been begging me for, deal?"

Pumping sound, slippery fingers moving up and down the length, slime reflecting the moonlights caress. 

Fingers are withdrawn abruptly, void, emptiness, vacant desire burns to be filled once more. Heavy vibrating pressure against my hand, my fingers close around most of it's girth, fingertips nearly able to touch, still unable to join each other.

My legs are forced upward, knees hugging my ears, air playfully tingling exposed asshole flesh. 

Pressure beyond belief replaces tantalizing anxiety. Forceful invasion, fullness, screaming pain, white spots of sparkling light shoot across my visual field. Burning heat slams against my fully prone backside, whiskers, rough, scrape against my face. 

Dad's tongue pushes between my loosened lips, plays with my own tongue, explores the depths of my mouth, nearly reaching the back of my throat. Moaning pleasure sounds echo into me, his breath filling my lungs with super heated air. Musky smells, burning into my head, nostrils flare to capture every single ounce of his manly aroma.

Tongue, lips withdraw, slowly, tenderly.

"Now, do it, do it now Robbie, be careful though, not sure if I can take it yet but I have to try."

My asshole filled, massive flesh pushing so hard against my prostate that my stone hard prick begins to pump a little, balls pull up against the underside of the burning flesh pole. I reach around Dad's backside, stretching every muscle, gently guiding the dark brown colored dildo. 

Very carefully, pushing the man made object into his ass crack, Dad reaches back, guides the blunt end, find's the target. Two hands, two different hands, one mine, one Dad's slowly persuade the deflowering of his asshole. 

"No, no, no, can't, stop, STOP! Robbie, please, I can't!"

"Dad, you have to, it's now or never, here."

Planting my lips against his, pushing my tongue into his mouth as I had just experienced. His mouth accepts, gives up to passion. I push the Dildo against the very edge of his puckered hole. 

"Push back, push, it won't hurt as much, I promise. C'mon Dad, give in, let it happen."

He pushes his mouth back against mine, breaths in, sucking nearly all of the air out of me. Sparkling lights dance before me once again. I push, push as hard as I'm able, the resistance is nearly insurmountable, pushing, suddenly gives way, my hand slaps against the furry muscled ass cheeks.

Wetness hits my face, tears drop from Dad's tightly squinting eyes. Long black lashes intertwined, still tears flood out of the corners. Whimpering, shuddering, vibration running from my fingertips, up my arm, tickles the funny bone in my elbow.

Pressure in my ass is lessened, hardness leaves the spot deep in my bowels that had nearly triggered an orgasm. The monstrous flesh invader pulls out to the very edge of my sphincter, barely holding on, slamming back in further than before. Pain, I yelp, Dad's thick fingers press against the side of my haunches. 

I mimic the assault I'm experiencing, pulls the dildo nearly out of his butt, slamming it back in with as much vengeance and meaning that I felt last night as the leather strap landed time and again against my unprotected flesh. 

Dampness between our bodies cause odd suction sounds, thighs slapping my ass cheeks, speeds up, more and more insistent. I continue to attack Dad's hole, every once in a while, I see him wince but he was clearly very much into the simultaneous topping and bottoming. 

Gushing flood of burning hot liquid, shoots deep inside my guts. Pulsating, pumping, pumping. The full weight of my sexual assailant falls upon me. Panting, his whiskers scrape along the side of my face, coming to rest on the back of my thigh. Knee's still firmly pushing against my ears like ear muffs.

"Thank you, I can't believe I actually did it. Thank you Robbie, I don't think I could have ever have gotten through it but please, take it out."

Fingers release the vibrating hard rubber facsimile of an erection. The pressure from within Dad's ass eject it out, plops onto the bed just behind him, he looks deep into my eyes, smiles, gently kisses my cheek, his slowly diminishing monster still deeply planted up my ass. His hips rise, the tip of manhood slowly slides out, lubricated the entire withdrawal. 

Vacant once again, cum slides out of the stretched out gaping hole, slimes down the crack of my ass only to pool on the white cotton sheet I lay upon. 

Dad rolls off of me, the weight was bearable but gladly I could now breath easier without the bulk of him atop me. Laying on his back, skin glistening from the heavy duty sexual work out, dark hair mats like a pelt over his protruding pecks. Dark brown nipples standing firmly up into the air.

Rolling off the side of the king size bed, feet place on the cool hardwood floor, hands place on the very edge of the mattress, I rise, muscles pained, arms reaching up into the air, hands clasping, back arching, I yawn, shuffle toward the bathroom. 

The rush of hot water quickly steams the mirror, the cold touch of chrome against still burning flesh of the underside of my hand. Hot water cascades down over my brush like short hair. Ivory soap, slips between the beaten cheeks of my ass, lathering as the bar is rubbed up and down, soothing the swollen lips of my asshole. Slippery, soapy finer inserted deep, playfully washing my insides. 

The scent of Ivory soap brings visions of Dad into my minds eye. His smile, whiskers, the fur, every crag, line he has earned over the many years of working in the long days sun. Wandering around in an ideal world, without care, without worry.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Robbie, you in there? Hey dude, I've got to get home, some studies yeah know?"

Tag! Shit, I forgot all about him!

Terry cloth wrapped around my slim hips, rushing to the master bedroom door, turns the knob, barely opens the door, just enough to slip out sideways, closing it tightly behind my exit.

"Sorry, I forgot the conditioner in my hair earlier and had to wash it out and you were in the other bathroom. I'll be with you uno mommento, K Tonto?"

"Tonto follows Kimosabe, Tonto'll be in the kitchen gettin something in his tummy."



The Vacation House Ch. 15



I walk into the kitchen, mid morning light floods the room.

"Hey there Tonto, how are you feeling? I see you've found some cereal, the coffee smells good."

"Rob, my stomach was growling so loud I thought it would wake the dead. Coffee's still in the pot on the burner, help yourself, would you top mine off too? Can't get up and down so easily yeah know."

Looking down at Tag's heavily bandaged ankle causes pangs of guilt. Turning on my heals, head, into the galley area of the kitchen. Fingers wrap around the black handle of the Bun coffee pot, steam rises, aroma of fresh brewed java. 

Exhale, liquid gurgles, cups full to the rim. Right, then left index fingers placed inside the opening of two full mugs. Feet shuffle toward the scrub wood table. One mug is placed in front of Tag, lowering myself, sore backside, onto the long flat bench seat. 

The word inside my head is so loud, I pray it doesn't become audible; "Ouch!"

"Hey Rob, I have an idea, would you mind staying over my house today, helping me out with things so I don't have to get up and down too much? We both have the same classes this week pretty much, can kill two birds with one stone going through our own notes together. Whatcha think?"

Not sure if Dad is going to be as receptive to my suggesting I stay out tonight at Tag's, especially after the whole lying, belting situation last night. 

I really should just bite the bullet, take the chance that he might be still angry with me even after what we just did. Owing it to Tag to help him out, after-all he would not be in this predicament if it were not for my stupidity.

"I'll go ask him right now, see what he thinks but don't get angry with me if he says no. He might have his own reasons not to allow me. I've given him some grief recently, might come round to bite me in the butt."

Shit, what the hell did I just say, sometimes I am such a jack-ass. Gotta learn to keep my mouth under control, heck I'm lucky Tag didn't hear last nights punishment session let alone what Dad and I just did in his bedroom. Just have to be a whole hell of a lot more careful.

Lips pressed lightly to the ceramic cup, hot coffee fills my mouth, runs down my throat, soothes the beast within me. 

"Ah."

Standing up, place the mug on the table, a light thunk.

"I'll be right back, cross your fingers."

Left leg swings over the bench, stands up, walks with determination across the kitchen, down the hallway. Right lower arm raises, hand balled into a nervous fist, knocks gently against the master bedroom wooden door.

"Yeah, who is it?"

"Me Dad, can I come in and ask you a favor?"

"Come on in kiddo."

Fist relaxes, lowers to the brass knob, turns slowly, "Click" light pressure pushes forward, crisply laid sheets reflect bright light, the room is filled with ethereal brightness. 

Dad's hulking silhouette stands in the doorway of the master bedroom. Right arm rises above his shoulder level, leans against its flattened, outstretched paw. Left arm bent outward at an angle, hand firmly planted on a Terrie Cloth covered hip. Thick white fluffy fabric drapes down below his knees. 

My gaze lowers to where the bright white towel ends, dark, hairy, sun-kissed muscular shins, calves begin. His left foot crosses over the right, barely up on it's toes. God damn, sexy, just can't be any more sexy could he be?

"Close the door behind you, OK Robbie? Bit of a draft in here."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that."

My back to the bedroom door, left foot lifts, with a little nudge of the heal, thunk, click, the door closes behind me.

"What is this favor Robbie, just gotta let you know that if it has anything to do with me needing to go anywhere today, it's gonna be a no go. Lee is coming back in a little while with a flat bed of sod and a Dump Truck filled with Top Soil. Carlos and Louis from the crew are going to help us lay down our lawn today. Gotta get it done before the cold weather sets in."

"?. I didn't know we were getting a lawn put in this weekend. Had I known," pausing for a moment, rethinking what I am just about to say, "No, what I was hoping is; would you allow me to take Tag home, stay with him tonight. He can't get around too easily with his bad ankle. We have tons of studies to get crammed for tomorrow too. What do you think? Is it OK?"

"Yeah, I'm cool with that kiddo, I think it's taking some responsibility for what your actions caused. You boy's just make sure that homework is the priority, no partying, no friends over, got it? I'll call you later to make sure things are all right."

Dad walks toward a chair in the dark corner, bends forward, muscular mounds of ass flesh covered in white Terrie cloth jut out at me. Hardly able to keep the swelling in my pants, eyes turn away momentarily, drawn back, notice the outline of a deep crevice between the monumental rounds of glutes. Damn, the outline of his ball sack, hanging low between spread thighs. Tingling in my groin, sweat beads on my forehead, upper lip. Raise my arm, backhand wipes across dampened flesh. 

Standing up, Dad turns toward me, stretches out his hand. $20.00 bill, crisp, just from the bank is presented to me.

"Get something for lunch and dinner. I don't have any more or I would have shared it with you. Go, get yourselves going, once Lee and the crew get here, it is going to be an unholy disaster area. I'll call you later OK? Be good, or else!"

"Thanks Dad", feet carry me to him so quickly that when I wrap my arms around him, we both nearly stumble into the wall. 

"Go on you goof, get a move on."

"SMACK!"

A hard spank to my ass cheeks echoes around the room, searing pain, tiny spots of light dance before my eyes. Turning around, heading toward the bedroom door, a light squeak as it opens, reveals the hallway, closes behind me.

Tag is still sitting at the table, looks up at me with those big eyes, concern on his face. 

"Well? what did he say?"

"No problem, hell, he gave us $20 bucks for food too!"

"Wow, gotta be our lucky day Kemosabe. Now get down off your high horse, help ole Tonto here get up, will yeah?"

"Yeah, well don't think I am going to be your nurse maid, I'll help you, just don't push it." 

Limping out the garage door, heading out to my truck. I open the passenger door, help Tag scoot his way up into the cab, close his door tightly, double check to insure that it will not open, god forbid he somehow tumbles out, gets run over. With my luck lately, he'd be road kill!"

"Slam, drivers door closes, click, lock pressed down, key placed in the ignition, "Silver" comes to life with a throaty growl. Gravel pelts the under-wells, fenders. Smooth pavement replaces rough drive, windows lower, super comfortable late summer air floods the cab. 

Tag leans forward, fingers fumble the buttons of the radio, Maroon 5, static, Maroon 5 pours out of the speakers, crisp and clear. "Love his voice, love this song." Music blends well with the hum of the Perelli's on asphalt pavement. Neither of us talk, just relax let stress and trouble of the past 24 hours melt away.

"Done! man, I'm so exhausted, just want to hit the sack, how bout you Robbie?"

"Yep, can't even see the words anymore. Everything is blurring into a single blob of mumbo jumbo."

"Which one? Top or bottom."

My ears must be playing a trick on me, that or I'm more tired than I thought, hallucinations occurring.

"C'mon, I'm really beat, top bunk or bottom? Your choice as the guest."

Getting a grip of my filthy mind, gazing toward Tag as he limps toward the bunk beds across the room, a single crutch under his right armpit.

"Top, you're in no shape to climb up and down with that club foot."

"Way to go, good thinking, guess that's why they pay you the big bucks..."

"Yeah, big bucks, $1.45 left over, maybe I can take someone on a romantic date with this booty!"

Climbing up the ladder, the upper bunk seems much closer to the ceiling and the poster of Ron Gretzky than it appeared from below. Crawl under the top sheet, pillow engulfs my head, dreams float by instantly.

It must be hours since I fell asleep, bolting upright too quickly, "BAM" forehead slams into the low ceiling. PAIN! Hand raises, presses against the quickly swelling spot of collision.

"What the?" What happened? Robbie, you OK?"

"Yeah, something woke me up, forgot how low the ceiling was, decided to make a sun roof with my forehead!"

"Been there, done that Kemo... Think I have a flat spot on my head from the bazillion times I've done that. Yeah learning curve thing and all."

"Tag, sometimes you are as dumb as a post, yeah know that?" 

"ME?" You're the one who just tried to bust up my bedroom with your face!"

"OK, OK, enough, neither one of us is the brightest crayon in the box, admit it."

"Yep, known that for some time, welcome to the enlightened club."

"Robbie, can I ask you something? You know, something personal? You don't have to answer, it's really none of my business, just thought, well you know, like, you might like, I mean need someone to talk to about it."

"About IT? No, I don't mind you asking. Heck, if I don't think it's any of your business, I'll just take a leak up here and flood your bed below..."

"Shit, you are sick, one sick puppy."

"Robbie, no seriously, is everything OK between you and your Dad? Are you alright?"

Stomach muscles grip tightly, panic, buzzing in my ears. Face flushes, the room begins to get hot, claustrophobic, need to move but where to?

"No, I mean what are you talking about Tag, things are cool between us, something I don't know about that you do?"

"Nah, I was just wondering, you know, I'm not sure what I was thinking anyway. Just go back to sleep, ignore me, I'm so tired that things are falling out of my mouth and I don't know what I'm saying, that's all."

Damn him, he knows something, just put it out there, just not sure what Tag's picked up on. OK Robbie, stay cool, make like ice man, just play it cool, everything will blow over when I wake up after a good nights sleep.

"Go back to sleep Robbie, don't even worry about me, I must be talking from the pain meds.. Those things sure do make things seem to be something that they just can't be. Night dude."

"No problem, do you need anything while I'm awake?"

"I'm good, just sleep, I'll see you in the morning.'

My head laying heavily into the pillow, wide awake for hours, breath coming as shallow as possible. Motionless, not wishing to wake Tag again. Silence, darkness, fear beginning to give way to sleep.

"Hey Rob, are you still awake? Just want to put it out there if you are; If you are in trouble or need a place to stay, you know, just in case, the bunk is always up there. Night."



The Vacation House Ch. 16



The more I convince myself that I understand my life, the more I realize that it's a bunch of crap. I don't have a stinking clue as to what's going on. Hell, I don't know what's going on in the lives of my parents, sister or even my best friends.

Ever since I came back to Rhode Island for the Christmas Holiday, I've been buried up to my neck working at the ice rink. I've been reffing and making a boat load of money. The owners decided that I am more valuable to their program reffing and inspiring the younger players by working with them on power skating skills than as a step and fetch clean up boy gardening.

Hell the money's great, it's a blast working with the kids. They look up to me as if I am a god. Man it can go to my head, then some smart ass kid's mom comes over, gets all up in my face screaming, yelling at me about how her kid is not getting the same attention someone else's kid is. Bull shit lady, take another pill and sleep it off in your SUV.. OK, that's in my head but I would love to just once let it slip. Yeah, then that would be it for the goose that laid the golden egg, back to emptying trash cans and sweeping up the cigarette butts outside the entrance door.

Mom is busier than I thought she would be now that she is settled into her new position at the hospital. She has a boyfriend of sorts, of sorts because he's barely older than I am! We kinda get along but holy crap, this dude is only 31. What ever, if she's happy then that's all that matters. It's not like she's gonna get married to him. Bet she's just living the life she'd missed out on having been married with kids and all at such a young age.

I have no idea what my sister is doing. She's been away skiing with her friends and her boyfriend even before I arrived.

I've been more confused by the minute with all the crap that's happened over the past year. Dad and Lee have been having some pretty nasty arguments. It's not all that surprising, put two alpha dogs in the same cage, fights are bound to happen. I just hope no one gets hurt. 

Two days before I left to come back to Mom's house, Tag and Melanie had a blow up. I mean not just one of those nit picking, nagging type of fights, I mean someone is going to get real hurt feelings kinda fight where there were no hold's barred. Things said that never should be said. They had not cooled down one bit before I had to leave, I'm really worried about both of them. What's going to happen if they need someone to be a go between and no one is there to help patch up? Mel is not answering my text messages, Tag just reply's with a one or two word text. I don't have a good feeling about this.

My head has been so effed up that had it not been for my being busy with work, I could easily begin to go Postal. 

Ever since that night I messed up Tag's leg, lied to Dad, gotten comforted by Lee and was on the receiving end of the beating of my life, I just am so damned confused. 

I know, well at least I think I know that I was uber embarrassed by what I did but what was even worse is that I knew Tag and Lee were both in the house when it all went down. I'm getting all this crap mixed up in my head. I keep getting sexually excited every time I think about the ass whipping I got that night but at the same time I get this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, my head flips, worrying about who might have heard what was going on and if the next morning, they knew by the look on my face that I had actually loved being belt spanked. Like words had appeared on my forehead, blushing bright red, screaming out loud, I get off on this shit! I'm Dad's little slut!

If this is what happened, neither Lee nor Tag have let on. Lee has been nothing more than a real comfort about that night, he's never brought it up again, not once.

Tag? Well, Tag's Tag. Boy sure is handsome but sometimes I think he's taken a few to many pucks to the head, if you know what I mean. He's kinda like a puppy with huge feet, tongue hanging out the side of it's mouth, follows you where ever you go just because everywhere with you is an adventure, just a whole heck of a lot of fun. There really is no tomorrow in his head, it's all about right now, right here. That's cool, wish I could be more like that, life sure would be a whole lot easier.

I'm getting a little anxious about packing up and making the drive back home to the Vermont house. I feel badly about leaving mom, she cries the entire time I'm rounding my stuff up. Not out loud, I can see the tears well up in her eyes, a little quiver of her chin. I finally came to her, hugged her long and hard, nuzzled my cheek against the side of her head it seems like forever, a gentle push away, a turn of her head to hide her true feelings. Walking side by side to the front door, she bear hugs me and plants a long kiss on my ear. 

"Love you."

"Love you too mom."

The engine roars to life, tires kick up dirt and gravel from the driveway, catches hold of the asphalt roadway. 

I'm nearing the Vermont rest stop. Old rituals still in place, coffee thermos emptied, rinsed and filled with cool fresh water. Zipper pulled down, a long stream of piss, sigh of relief, shakes the last drops, zips up, washes hands and off toward the home stretch.

The throbbing in my pants is becoming so uncomfortable that I pull the button loose at the top of my jeans, sliding down my thick thighs, cool air welcomes the flame hot flesh as it flips upward, smacks my belly button. A quick tug, adjustment releases my balls from between my thighs, they too are so much more comfortable in their new surroundings.

Tingling, twitching, my ass muscles clench, I grasp hold of the rigid member in my lap. Fingers slowly encircle it's girth, slide ever so slowly up and down. Breath comes in heavy, labored heaves. Images of my own ass, upturned, a large coarse hand smacking white flesh

Miles pass, my dick nearly beaten to a pulp, building pressure, excitement, head pulled back, eyes open, wide as possible, fighting to keep the roadway in focus. Gushing streams of hot liquid shooting, splatting under my chin, wetness, long strings decorating the grey fabric of my under-armor shirt. Exhaustion, exhaling, sensitive, very sensitive, just hold it tight, still, it'll stop soon.

God damn it, no napkins! Reaches over to the passenger seat, grabs the paper bag my fruit and juice box are in. Contents dumped on the seat, crumples of paper, roughness, hard, brutal, not the way I had hoped this one would end. At least it's almost cleaned up. Crumpling the bag, stuffs it under the drivers seat, out of sight, hides the evidence, nasty.

Bends in the road, trees that have become familiar landmarks. A turn of the wheel, gravel kicks up under the wells of the truck's bed. Grabs my luggage, garbage that took the ride back to the vacation house with me, my feet sprint toward the garage door. I lift the heavy metal folding door, enter the darkened garage, "CLICK" fluorescent light floods the partially finished structure. 

Opens the kitchen door, steps in, pause.

"Anybody home? Dad? Lee? The prodigal son has returned!" 

Silence.

Looks around at the kitchen, peeks into the Living Room to be met by nothing more than furniture and the fading evening light. My bedroom is just beyond the guest room, they both are still, silent, devoid of life. Bags are tossed on the bed. 

I head toward the Master Bedroom, come to my senses, "I've really gotta take a leak." 

I whip it out, a long stream of piss floods the toilet with a deep reverberation, sounds like the toilet bowl is growling back at the forceful jet invading it's bowl. Shakes the last dribble off the tip, quick, stuffs it back behind the denim fabric, "Zip". 

Walks toward the master bedroom's closed door, my right hand raises, knuckles softly knock the hard oak. It opens a small way, darkness inside peaks out into the less dim hallway. 

A massive silhouette on the bed, curled up in a fetal position, its all too familiar. Speaking of familiar, that nasty tingle in my crotch. The same hand that had just knocked the oak door, cups my growing bulge. Thumb hooks the cool metal buckle holding the ends of a very worn leather belt together. 

Upon tip toes, barely breathing, not daring to make a sound, not wishing to awaken the giant as it's soft snores cause a swoon to come over me. At the very edge of the bed, lays my free hand to the surface of the mattress, lowers myself to the inviting bed. Snuggles in, gently, hand releases the now rigid mound trapped in my pants.

Slown motion, I move myself to conform to every bend, bulge, curve of Dad's body. He's the little spoon, I the large. An unfamiliar position for me yet very satisfying, empowering, extremely erotic.

My lips barely brush the back of his neck, gently kiss a pathway from ear to shoulder blade. My hand reaches around his muscular waist line until a solid giant mass of flesh is met by my fingertips. 

Protruding from the waistband, his mushroom head boldly unwrapped from the foreskin that covers the throbbing shaft, disappears below the cotton/elastic boxers.

Silence, no more snoring, my senses becoming more acute, anticipation heights, beads of sweat form on my brow, mouth goes desert dry.

The grind of Dad's ass cheeks against my turgid penis drives me into a sexual frenzy. I thrust my hand under my waist band, push the fabric down the bulky thighs as far as I can. Rolling my entire body over his, now face to face, breath comes in short gasps. Huge arms encircle me, forcing air from my lungs, draws me toward the heat that rises from his dark hair covered near naked body. 

It is absolute joy, unadulterated thrill as his heavy lips and whiskered upper lip press against mine. No mercy as the wet, thick tongue invades the dryness of my open mouth. Writhing back and forth, side to side as if two giant snakes were attempting to find the upper ground and wrap itself around the other, making the loser it's prey. I relent, give way for his huge weight rolls atop me, my back pressed heavily into the white cotton covered mattress. Softness of the pillow meets my blond crew cut hair, envelopes my head, covers my ears, sounds are muffled, my breathing becomes magnified.

The force of his knees push between my long muscular thighs, expelling them apart, the wishbone of a dinner chicken comes to mind, how far can they spread before the quick "SNAP?" It never comes, rough, calloused hands grab the backs of my calves, knees buckle, press up, back toward my shoulders. 

The loud slap of one of his calloused paws, sudden sharpness of pain, breath held, eyes open wide. The smile that covers the majority of his face, tongue between his upper and lower teeth, that devilish twinkle in those black, black eyes. 

I close my eyes, mouth agape, body tenses, waits for the next, "SMACK!, SMACK, SMACK." Sharp, quick repetition, sudden pressure at the dryness of my asshole, force, extreme forcefulness. Nervous, fear, I'm not sure I can do this dry like this. The ripping feeling sends electrical shock waves to every nerve ending, even the room seems to have become brighter. No, the room has become brighter. 

Pain subsiding, animal sexual stimulation is demanded as I force myself up to meet the two fingers that have become embedded to the third knuckle. Wriggling my ass, tries to get as much inside my crazed hole as possible.

It's not my imagination, it really has become brighter in here. Dad's hand pulls away only to be slammed back in. The feeling of the balled up fist, curled other fingers against the crack of my ass drives me insane. 

Feels something tickling the area around the pounding hand assaulting my ass crack, smooth, cool, slippery, INSERTION! MORE! Something else is invading my hole, how the hell is this happening? I just can't wrap my mind around what is happening. 

Dad's left hand has my right leg thrust back toward my shoulder, two fingers on his right hand are fucking me in a slam in, rip out full on assault of my hole. I feel his fisted unshoved fingers balled up, punching against the crack of my ass, taint, then there is this doubled stretch of my inner hole. Sphincter gives way, contracts on every withdrawal and forced entry. 

Lifting my head from the pillow, eyes opening, light from the hallway carving it's way into the once darkened master bedroom. Dad's dark eyes meet my stare, I'm adjusting to the light. Chocolate colored skin surrounds Dad's form as if a shadow. bigger, shiny. A flash of white. Lee's broad toothy smile, white of his eyes carve out an erotic sight. 

Laying my head back into the plush pillow, sounds muffled, my minds eye goes wild as the assault upon my body takes yet another twisting turn. Complete withdrawal of the invading fingers, replacement of Dad's giant monster dick rips it's way past the swollen lips of my ass, past my inviting sphincter, hits my prostate, continues, presses harder against an inner wall of my bowels. 

My leg is lifted, forced back toward my shoulder, both of my knees now pass my shoulders, presses into the pillow surrounding my cradled neck.

Fire burns in my gut, penis being brutally punished as Dad's muscled stomach smashes it against my firm abs, his hair covered skin sand papers the shaft as he slides up and down my buckled form.

That god-damned tickling returns, traces it's way around the outside of my bloated ass hole lips. Dad's giant thick as a beer can penis sends me into a state of sex crazy. The forcefulness that replaces the gentle tracing sends more heat, more sparks to my head, to my dick. 

Lee's stretches me further than I have ever been stretched before. 3 of his fingers cradle Dad's thrusting rod. They slide in me, stretching, ripping all the way until I feel his balled up fist against the lower section of where my tail bone resides, just under the meat of my butt cheeks.

"Please, please, I can't, no more, I'm gonna cum, please, please, don't stop. PLEASE D-O-N..."

Lee's fingers shamelessly yank out of my hole, Dad's assault on my ass does not loose any momentum. 

Pressure, mighty blunt pressure, Dad's dick is pulled nearly all the way out of my ass, just the very head still inside what must be a gaping red fleshy collar around his steal hard prick. 

Pressure continues to increase, pain shoots through me like pain I have never known. I try to back away, try to escape, unable to move from the weight of the man that has me pinned to the bed. 

"AHHHHHHH, NOOOO! PPPLLLLLZZZZZZ! NOOOOO! CCCANNNNNTTT!"

My screams are muffled, a filthy stinking pair of used underwear are jammed into my begging mouth. Filled, tears run in torrential rivers down the sides of my face only to be absorbed by the cotton pillow case. 

Two mammoth dicks are jabbing at the outside of my ass. There is just no way in hell they are going to both be able to go in at the same time.

I feel the tearing pain at my sphincter and the way it just will not give up another millimeter. 

No way, NO WAY! NO WAYYYYYYY!! Muffled as it might have been, there is no way that these two men could not know that I was screaming at the top of my lungs. 

The pain is as blinding as it's been unbearable. I can not see, only feel, the thickness of the two massive manhood's being forced into my bowels, sliding in, all gives way, the door of my insides has opened.

Bristling crotch hair mashes itself against the very tenderness that surrounds my torn hole. Bizarre motion inside, one moves in, one moves out, in, out, they are not working in tandem any longer, they are working opposite thrusts and withdrawals.

My dick's sensitivity increases, the abrasions of Dad's body moving back and forth over my dick brings me to the very edge of the world. 

"Can't hold, CAN'T HOLD! "OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING!" I-I-I-I-." 

Hot streams of cum shoot out of my balls, burns it's way up my shaft, splits the tip of my dick head, gushes between our two super heated bodies. 

The onslaught of my ass hole does not end, it increases. Urgency of entry and withdrawal becomes so random that neither man's ram rods is in the lead.

Feels Lee's withdrawal, his cries, screams, it is obvious he is unloading all over Dad's back. 

The cock in my ass picks up tempo, shorter thrusts, deeper, less withdrawal. I feel Dad lay his entire weight into me, thunderous heat spreads in waves into my bowels. 

The feeling of having to release myself becomes more of an issue. Pulsing continues, slows to a few pumps, a gasp for air from the man inches above my face. Lessens in size, slides out, feeling of emptiness left in its place. 

Jumping to my feet, I rush to the master bathroom, sit, relieve myself of the hot liquid that I am sure has somehow found its way up into my stomach. A siege, an onslaught of pain, I reach my toilet paper covered fingers to wipe away the waste of war. 

Swollen lips of my ass protrude so far from where they normally are that I can not refrain from touching myself, allowing my fingers to rub and play with their bloated proportions, enter the loosened opening. Damn it if that prick of mine didn't get up and blast another load without warning. 

Slowly standing, my hand reaches for the metal handle, pulls, the glass shower door swings away. The coolness of the shower handle in my burning hot hand turns, twist, water showers down, bounces off the fiberglass bottom of the enclosure. 

I step in, allow the hot water to saturate my short cropped hair, cascade down all sides of my body. Steam rises quickly, winter cooled air surrounding the shower stall causes condensation to develop on the glass, only blurry images can be made outside of the enclosure. 

The bathroom door opens, a dark chocolate figure moves in closely followed by a much lighter outline. 

I lift the bar of Ivory soap, work it between my palms until a light lather develops. The scent of freshly lathered Ivory soap mixes with steam rising from the super heated air. 

The lighter figures hand reaches forward, the shower stall glass door opens slowly. Dark hair, then a head peaks its way between the small opening. 

"You OK kiddo?"



The Vacation House Ch. 17



I wish to preface this chapter by letting you know in advance that it was originally part of Chapter 16. Due to the excessive length of that chapter, it has been broken down in a more ingest-able size. Chapter 17 is now a set up for the following chapters to come. It may seem a bit off the beaten path for the saga of The Vacation House but I do hope you will enjoy it none the less. 

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Dad's voice booms "Robbie, ROBBIE!".

My heart skips a beat, pulls myself out from under the pick-up. I do my best to keep it in tip top shape, change the oil, filters, hoses, keep it washed to avoid the paint from oxidizing.

My pants pull down my butt just enough that gravel goes down the crack of my ass. Brushes off the back of my jeans, I get to my feet, head into the house through the garage.

"Yeah Dad? Whatsup?"

Lee's sitting at the scrubbed wood table, it stretches nearly the length of the eat in kitchen. Bright sunlight filters through windows overlooking the Connecticut River. Farm land on the opposite shore is just starting to turn green. It's early spring, thank god for that, spring break too. 

I need some down time away from my studies. I'm doing well considering our Hockey team has a winning record this year. 

I had no idea how much muscle mass I was going to put on. It sure makes getting around in my old cloths difficult. Don't really fit into my jeans any more, I have to leave the top button open on my 501's. My butt and thighs have outgrown pretty much everything even my underwear. Whoda thunk it?

"Heya RJ, your Dad's looking for you. He's in your sisters room trying to put together the day bed we got last week at IKEA."

"Thanks Lee. Have any idea what this is about?"

"Yep."

"Well, you gonna tell me?"

"Nope."

"Figures, OK, well I'm sure it's nothing bad cause he doesn't sound angry."

"Nope."

"Well aren't you the fountain of information today?"

"Nope!"

Lee smiles a broad, gleaming white toothy grin, nods his head to the left, giving me direction.

I pat him on his shoulder as I walk between his broad back and the wall behind him. My denim covered crotch barely rubs along his back. I hear him snicker, he leans his head back, looks up at me with those big eyes. I plant a big wet kiss on his forehead, continue to walk towards the hallway.

Approaching the last room on the left of the long hall I hear a loud "BANG"

"SHIT! YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Rushing into the small room, Dads sitting on the floor, papers strewn everywhere. Parts here, there, everywhere. The big bears paw up to his mouth, one of his fingers buried deep within his sucking lips.

"What happened?"

"Put the screw driver through my finger, that's what happened. Fuck those Scandinavians. Give me some good ole fashioned American made furniture, none of this put it together yourself crap with directions in every language except ENGLISH!"

"C'mere, let me take a look at that finger... Oh c'mon don't be such a big baby. Let me see!"

Dad pulls his finger out of his mouth, extends it toward me.

"Holy shit! That's gross! No, just kidding, it's all still there. I'll be right back with a band-aide."

As I walk out of my sisters room, turn toward the guest bathroom I hear all manners of objects being thrown across the room. Dad's great at building things but following directions, that is a whole different story.

Returning with an alcohol swab, band-aide and a fist full of wadded up toilet paper, I see he has not moved from where I'd left him. Only thing different is that all of the tools, parts and instructions have conveniently been thrown across the room into a pile along side the work desk.

Handing him the swab first, then the toilet paper, I tear open the band-aide. Curses under my breath that these things are ridiculous, one could bleed to death before you got the damned thing open! I hand it to him. He promptly places it over the cut. I reach out, grab hold of his good hand, assist him to his feet. 

"Hope that was not what you were calling me in for Dad, I still have to get Silver's Mobile 1 in."

"NO that was not why I called you, you little smart ass! Lee and I are going to take a vacation, just the two of us. We're going to be staying at his house in New Hampshire for a few days, then go up to Maine for a some Lobster potting with a few of the guys from the crew."

"Cool! You know that it's spring break this week. I can put this thing, what ever it is going to be, together for you while your gone."

"DEAL!" 

"By the way, Ashley is coming up tomorrow to stay for just one night. She's bringing her boyfriend, I want to make sure that you keep the two of them from spending the night in the same room, OK? They are going up to the Von Trapp Family Lodge for a week, meeting up with friends. She has assured your mother and me that the girls will have separate rooms from the boys. They'll have a chaperone while there, so all you have to do is keep them apart for the one night, Kapish?"

"Gotcha!"

"Wait a second, don't you remember that I had already asked you if I could have a few of my hockey friends over this weekend? Most of them are leaving on Sunday for beaches and brews but you did promise!."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. We trust you. Lee and I have have spoken about this plenty, we think it's time to just let you make your own choices. Just do me a favor, don't burn the place down!"

"Promise, no matches!"

"Smart Ass!"

A quick spank to my butt, out of the bedroom we walk, arm over shoulder, side by side. Enters the kitchen, Lee is sitting there with a grin like a Cheshire Cat.

"So? You told him?"

"Yep, and he has given us his blessing to go and have a life. Now get up off that big beautiful behind of yours and get your things packed. God knows it's going to take forever just for you to pull your grooming aides together. Me? Pack my toothbrush, a tube of K-Y and a clean pair of boxers, I'm ready to roll."

"Dad, you filthy pig! A tube of K-Y?"

"Oh for god sakes Robbie, it's not like we're going to fall off the edge of the earth. They'll have stores there too, we can buy more when we run out."

A roar of laughter passes between us. I head back into the garage through the kitchen door.

No sooner has Dad pulled out of the driveway when their spot along side my pick-up is replaced by one of the coolest cars I have ever seen in my life. A brand new BMW 328XI-GT. The dark metallic blue color offsets the tan leather interior to die for!

The passenger door opens, back hatch pops seemingly of it's own accord, the drivers door opens to reveal one tall drink of water. 

My sister runs to me, throws her arms around my neck, hugs the living shit outta me, regains her composure just enough to announce her date.

"Robbie, this is Andy Cavenaugh, Andy, this is my brother Robbie."

Before me is a giant of youthful athleticism. He must stand nearly 7' tall! Blond wavy hair, dark sun tinted skin, nearly hairless muscular body with the most massive forearms I have ever seen in my life!

A huge hand grasps mine, we shake, it's shocking that he does not try to impress me by trying to overpower me. He simply holds my hand, shakes, nothing more, nothing less. Now that's impressive.

"OK Robbie, let's get the bio out of the way. Andy and I have been going out for nearly a year, he also attends Salve Regina, he's on a Tennis scholarship, parents live in Newport, he's, what are you Andy? 6'8"?"

"6-7 but who's counting?" 

His blushing is noticeable. Cheeks become crimson, he flushes around the collar of his yellow Polo Shirt. White cotton shorts compliment his elegant yet deceptively rugged good looks. Blue eyes, hands the size of a baseball glove! HOLY SHIT!

"So, I've heard a lot about you Robbie, seems your sister believes the ice you skate on is sacred! Well, I see she's not been telling stories. You sure are one of those guys that was blessed at birth."

What the hell did he just say?

"C'mon in guys, apologies in advance, it's not finished but it's home, oh, sorry Ash, you know what I mean?"

"It's OK Robbie, it's weird for all of us. Who would have thought just a few years ago that Mom and Dad would be living in different states? You and I, now that's different, we're supposed to grow up, move out of the nest. This was just so way off my radar."

I see the pain in Ashley's face so I make a move to get some of the luggage out of the car. 

"So, Andy, what the heck is this thing? I've never seen one before."

"You see Rob, it's not been around very long, not really well known, outside BMW circles. It's starting to catch on though. Everyone that see's it wants one. It's Imperial Blue, interior is Venetian Beige Leather. 4 cylinder turbo, fast as hell, handles like a dream. You should see me open her up on Ocean Drive. My parents live in a cottage overlooking it, across from the beach club, you know where Spouting Rocks Beach is? Well, that's were I grew up, where Ash and I have been hanging out pretty much since last summer."

"Whoa, that's one hell of an address, not that I have to tell you. So, you're up here slumming for the weekend?"

"No slumming, Robbie, I love it up here. Andy's into camping, outdoor stuff, hiking. He is a bit of a jock head though. Plays at the Newport Tennis Association with the knobby, knobs. He's training with James Blake, you remember him don't you? We met him years ago? He was playing at the Hall of Fame tournament, we saw him and some of his friends at that club across the street from the LaForge Casino?"

"Yeah, I remember him. Couldn't believe that he was a pro tennis player until he invited us to watch him play. Cool dude, real down to earth, nothing like I thought a pro athlete would act."

"Hey, wait a minute there, you could just as easily try out for one of the farm teams, Hockey players do pretty well for themselves too it's not just us tennis players. I promised my parents that I would graduate before thinking about the pro's. One bad turned ankle, I could just as easily be cleaning gutters or trimming low hanging tree branches. Pretty much all I would be able to do at my height."

We're getting a good laugh at this whole self deprecating crap. Andy seems pretty cool for someone with his upbringing. Grabbing the largest bag out of the back of the car, I'm shocked at how much room there is in there. I can tell that my sister has done her very best to fill every single square inch with all of her crap.

"Your room is not completely put together Ash, Dad said you're sleeping in the Master bedroom. I have a few friends from my team staying over, they'll be bunking up in the spare bedroom. Andy, you can stay in my room with me. There's a pull out trundle under my bed so we won't really be sharing. If we can get the day bed put together in your room Ash before the guy's get here, my best friend Tag and his girlfriend, Melanie will stay in there. By the way, wait until you see the Master bathroom. Steam jets, heated towel rack, the works!"

"This way Andy, our room is the second on the left, Ash, I don't think I have to tell you where you're going. It has not been that long, has it?"

"Get over yourself Robbie, I'm not a complete idiot."

"OK, not complete."

The pain that shot through my shin was excruciating. Ashley had up and kicked the crap out of me while I was walking behind her, not that I didn't have that one coming. Just shut your mouth Robbie, you asked for it. 

Ashley disappears into the Master at the end right of the hallway. Andy follows me into my bedroom. I motion him toward the dresser, point to the bottom drawers for his use, leaves him to his unpacking as I proceed to bring Ashley her bag.

"What the heck did you pack in here? Rocks?"

"No smart ass, a girl can never have too many pairs of shoes, especially when you have to look good at a lodge in front of a bunch of other girls. What the heck do you think is really in there? 2 12 packs of New Castle from home. I'm not going to be little miss goody goody, nope not this biatch!"

Guess Ashley's all grown up, I'm not gonna mess with her. She scares the hell out of me! Love her but I know when to give her room to do as she pleases. She's been like this since we were little, really not much has changed. She's always been the aggressor. I took the blame most of the time cause my parents could not fathom that their little brunette beauty was really a wild cat in disguise. Look out world, here she comes!

I've been trying to put this damned day bed together ever since Ash and Andy arrived. Don't think I'm any closer now to figuring it out. The kitchen door slams, I hop up, knows that it's Tag and Mel. He knows to use the kitchen entrance. The guys from the team have never been here before so I expect they'll use the front door. 

"Hey, Kimosabe, Tonto's here! Where are you? Whoa, sorry, your not Robbie!"

"No, not today at least. I'm Andy, Ashley's boyfriend. You've got to be Tag and Melanie. Rob told us that you were coming. Are the rest of the guys with you?"

"Hi Andy, no the others are on their way. They're stopping at the package store to get some beer for tonight's Pong championships. Where's Robbie?"

I walk back into my bedroom just as Tag asks.

"Right here, I promised Dad that I would put this stinking day bed together while he's on vacation. Looks like it's not going to get anymore together today. Would you and Mel mind sharing the mattress on the floor? I'll make sure you guys have extra pillows if you need them. Max, Benji, Aaron and Brendan are bunking in the guest room. They're bringing a couple of inflatable mattress."

"No problem with me, how bout you Mel? Mind sharing a bit of soft floor with me?"

Melanie turns on her heals, not a single word to anyone as she heads to the living room. Clearly something is up between the two of them.

"Don't worry about her guys, she's one of her moods. She actually stopped the car halfway here, told me to get out and walk. Do you believe her? Get out and walk my ass. Just because she thinks I'm not giving her enough attention. It's not like anyone is getting too much of my attention these days, right Robbie? Between studies, hockey, working part time, how much time in a day is left for me to spend tending to her hand and foot?"

Andy looks sort of uncomfortable with how the discussion has turned.

"Don't get me in the middle of this one fellas, I have enough with Ashley on my plate. She is, oh sorry Robbie, I apologize, being your sister and all."

"She's a BIATCH! You don't have to tell me, I've actually met her before. It's you I feel sorry for."

Slapping Andy on his back, he puts his huge hand on my shoulder, gives me a wink. We know what a brat Ashley can be at times, know that she has a heart of gold and is loyal as a German Shepherd too.

Tag shakes his head, side to side, changes the discussion completely.

"Hey, you guys mind if I start setting up the kitchen for the Beer Pong tournament? The guys should be here any minute. I forgot to tell you that we picked up 6 buckets of KFC and mashed too. Man can not live by beer pong alone!"

Tag takes off toward the kitchen, I make my way back to may sister's old bedroom.

"I'll be right in after I get the mattress laid out, some sheets for you two. By the time everyone hits the sack, bet some of us are going to need a GPS to find our own asses."

"Tag, I'll come help you set things up if you don't mind. Ash and I brought some of our own beer from home, I'll grab a few and toss them in the frig to get cold. She's got it hidden in her shoe bag"

Andy walks out of my bedroom, heads toward the Master. I'm just behind him, Tag draws my attention with a quick movement of his hand on my back, gives me a little push.

"Sounds like a plan guys. I think tonight is going to be one for the books. Let the games begin!"

I'm so tired, look up at the kitchen clock, squint to make sure of what I'm seeing. 

"Holy crap guys! It's quarter to 3 already. Gotta get to bed. Max I thought you guys were leaving by 7 in the morning? At this pace, maybe 7 pm. 

Brendan tries to stand up, only to find himself stumbling over the bench seat, catching himself from a disastrous fall by using the wall. 

"C'mon guys, lets get a move on. Got some, girls to drink and beers to doin."

I turn toward Tag at the very moment he is turning to face me. He rolls his eye's to the heavens. 

"Blotto, the bunch of them. All I have to say is, better them than me. By the way, has anyone seen Mel? She screamed something really foul at me a few hours ago, haven't seen hide nor hair of her since."

Andy walks into the kitchen, hears Tag's query.

"She left, thought you knew. I don't want to get in the middle of your fight but she had her fur flying, stormed out, said she was done."

The look on Tag's face was priceless. He was so taken aback and dumbfounded at the same moment.

"So, that's what she was yelling at me about. I thought she was just pissed that I left her in the living room. Well, Robbie, you and I did win the Pong tournament anyway. Well, such is life! She's not the only fish in the pond."

Damn it to hell, Tag does not even realize that he is pretty wasted. He's sure as heck gonna feel it in the morning. I'm not sure if he's going to remember much of what went down.

"C'mon Tonto, let me get you to your Tee Pee, I think you can do with some sleep. You're gonna hate yourself in the morning or afternoon, which ever comes first."

Places my outstretch arm around Tag's shoulders, I nod toward Andy and Ashley. They get my drift right away. They go to each other, embrace, start to make out. 

"OK, OK, I'd tell you to get a room but Dad would kill me if you actually did. Andy, I'll be back as soon as I pour Tonto here onto his mattress. Better bring him to the head first, let him squeeze every last drop out before he crashes for good."

The kitchen light is switched off, Tag's being guided to the guest bathroom at the end of the hallway.

"NIGHT!"

My big, tough and rugged team mates are already crashed and out like a light. Bodies everywhere in the guest room. Booze stink wafting in my face as I pass their room. Reaches inside the doorway, "Click," the guest room goes dark, loud snores burn my ears.

"This way big fella, I'll be right outside the door if you need me, just give me a call. Don't worry bout how you feel right now, if you feel like you are gonna be sick, go ahead, let it out, just make sure to use the toilet.

Closing the bathroom door once Tag is inside, retching, guttural sounds come through the door. Walking as quietly as possible, gathering up a pillow, some large Terri cloth towels for my best friend to sleep on, knowing he will be in the bathroom for the duration of his sleep. 

Walks back to the bathroom, knocks softly, no response. Pushes the door open, "You OK in there?" 

Tag is laying on his side in front of the vanity. I enter, lay down the towels, pillow, roll him on top of them, covers his form with a sheet. The night light above the vanity will give enough light should he wake in the night, need to relieve himself or worse. 

Closing the door so that only a small crack is left open, heads back to my own bedroom. I'm met by the light from my night stand glowing, outlining the very tall figure before me.

"Is he going to be OK? Guys had a rough night, doubt he's going to be much happier in the morning too."

What a beautiful sight before me, tall, muscular, clad only in a pair of super white Under Armour compression shorts. The trundle already pulled out, sheet corner folded back perfectly, pillow fluffed. Andy leans down, places his right left hand to the mattress, lowers his form down to his knees, rolls himself onto his back, scoots under the sheet.

"Night, hope you sleep well. Would you mind turning the light off when your all set?"




The Vacation House Ch. 17



"Yeah, yeah, no problem. Sleep well yourself. If you need to use the bathroom, just letting you know that Tag is sleeping on the floor in front of the sink. You probably don't want to step on him if you go in there."

"Nah, all taken care of, used the head in Ashley's room when I said good night, tucked her in."

"All right, well, night."

Reaches over, presses the button on the lamp, semi darkness. I can still see fairly well by the moonlight that floods into my bedroom. Stripping down, carefully makes my way to the end of my bed so as not to have to step over Andy. Slides my palms down the length of the sheet covered mattress. The warmth created under my palms, the familiar tingle in my crotch as I lay upon my stomach, head turned toward the window. Darkness envelopes me, slipping away, comfort, head buried in my feather pillow. Silence, sleep.

Warmth, discomfort, can't seem to move my right leg, arm. Tries to kick off the cotton sheet enveloping my body. Not able to figure out why, was I blotto, like all of my friends? Thought I had paced myself fairly well, kept it to only 4 beers, made sure I had 4 pieces of chicken, a couple of biscuits. Feels weird, like I have to go to the bathroom, like I have to take a dump. 

Eyes begin to adjust, so very tired, realizes the effects of alcohol has me in it's grip. Not sober, not completely wasted, somewhere in between. Why the heck can't I move my right leg though? Something in my hand, hard, hot, damp. Twitchy pain in my backside, recognizes the sheet is not covering all of me but warmth covers part of my unprotected skin. Struggles with all my might to clear my mind, get my bearings, surroundings, recognition of touch. 

Struggles to turn my head to the right, face pushes deep into the pillow, free now. WHOA!

"It's OK, go back to sleep, just relax, don't tense up, it'll hurt if you do." 

Blue eyes reflecting moonlight, inches from my nose. Strong, straight nose in my line of vision. Realizing the tickle, touching, invasion of my ass. Gentle, persistent movement, just inside the place that is reserved for Dad, well, Dad and Lee once. 

A kiss, lips pressed to mine, soft, wet tracing of my lips, tongue traces the line of my top teeth, tip of my tongue. Heat in my hand, OH MY GOD, panic, breathing stops. My fingers encircle a slow moving mass of super heated flesh, tube of muscle, Andy's penis. He's using my hand to jerk him off, his fingers wrap around my hand, holds it in place as his pelvis moves back and forth, a large nob at the end of the shaft daring to pull into my cupped hand. 

His fingers continue to trace my hole, just the very tips daring to move ever so carefully into me. Never venturing to force their way inside, it stimulates me, my head swims, dizziness overcomes me, darkness, pleasure, warmth, the room tips to one side. Holding on to the moving dick as it slides back and forth between my curved fingers, palm. 

Not able to stay awake, body relaxes, floats, Dad's face appears before me, a black background, stubble from his chin rubbing along my jaw line. His massive fingers teasing my ass hole, I try so desperately to push my back side up to meet his taunting fingertips. Unable to move. Heat, swelling, thrusts my hips down into the depths of my mind, massive release of pressure from inside by balls. Blackness. 

"Jeezus Christ Robbie!" 

"SLAM!"

Sits up, awakened from depth of sleep, unaware of my surroundings, recognizes my bedroom, flooded with bright sunlight. Door closed, no sheet covering me. No one in the room with me. I lean over the edge of my mattress, the trundle has been pushed back beneath the bed frame. Everything seems to be in it's place. 

Turning my head right, left, see's no luggage, no cloths, no Andy, Tag, no one. It's quiet. not a peep of a mouse. Hops to my feet, naked. Bare butt on the very edge of the mattress, leans forward, pulls the metal knob on the dresser, the first pair of nylon gym shorts touching my fingertips pull out, feet slide in, the soft fabric pulled up my legs, lifts my behind up just enough to allow the elastic band to be pulled up to my hips. Jumps to my feet, leans forward, grabs the cool metal door nob, turns and pulls the door open. 

Stumbling out into the hallway, the place is abandoned. Stumbles into the kitchen, raises my head just enough to squint, look at the clock upon the wall. 2:20. 

The kitchen is spotless, not a single remnant of the raucous tournament held in this very room last night. OH GOD, I hope it was just last night. Looks around the kitchen counter top, locates my cell phone. Grabs it, presses, date, message. Thank god, it was just last night. SHIT! I slept through this morning. 

Hurries back to the hallway, turns, empty, bed made, no bodies, no blow up mattresses, no one. Continues down the long hallway, turns left, nope, nothing. The day bed is assembled too! What the? Who the heck put it together? I know for damned sure that it wasn't me, that I had left it in pieces, pretty much the same as Dad had. 

Next stop, guest bathroom. SPOTLESS! No towels on the floor, no Tag. Onto the Mater Bedroom, met by the very same result. Bedding fitted, corners tucked, no luggage, no Ashley, I had slept through everything, everyone left. Feeling very alone, confused, I lift my right hand, look down at the screen of the cell phone, "message", finger presses the prompt.

"Robbie, Thanks so much for everything last night. Andy really enjoyed himself. I woke early this morning, decided to spruce the place up. There's sheets and towels in the dryer, didn't have enough time before we had to get on the road. 

The guys were a little late getting out but I made them English muffins and coffee. Max said to say thanks too. I think he's going to have one heck of a head ache today.

FYI, Tag seemed really upset. Guess he remembered what happened between him and Melanie last night. I really feel badly for him. He refused our offer to drive him home especially since she had abandoned him last night. He said he's rather take the bus home that it was right on the way. He left just a little before we did at 11.

You might want to give him a call, be sure he got home all right. He really was shaken up.

Love you, give Dad a big hug for me when he get's home. I'll text him in a minute to let him know that everything is OK.

Ashley and Andy"

"Message."



The Vacation House Ch. 18



Watching the phone just doesn't make it ring. What it's doing is making my stomach ache, my mind run rampant with worry. Imagination is a real pain in the ass sometimes, all the crap that creeps in, doubt, anxiety, speculation, it's all just way too much.

I'd expected my spring break to be fun, maybe relaxing sorta. What's happened over the past few days has made that outcome pretty much a pipe dream. Dad and Lee are hopefully enjoying themselves on their vacation. It kinda drives me a little nuts when I walk by their open bedroom door on my way to the bathroom, I smell Dad's musky scent lingering in the air, it mingles with the Cologne smell of Lee. Hugo Boss, it's his go to cologne, just a hint of it whenever he walks past me, his aroma is intoxicating, dark glistening images burst into my mind, soon to be replaced by the burly, forceful hairy vision of Dad. 

It's kind of crazy in my head. Whenever I see Dad's impression, it seems kinda larger than life. His dark skin glistening with sweat as it beads, runs in rivulets from under his darkened arm pits. Bending over, his well worn tan work pants barely able to contain his monstrous bubble but, no shirt, legs spread wide, the huge bulge between his straddled thighs as he swings his hammer, nails being driven into thick framing wood. A wisp of dark hair peaks out from the waist band of his tattered work pants, leading to the crack of his muscular butt cheeks.

"Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz."

My hand presses the screen of the cell phone. The once blackened screen comes to life, letters appear, words form, lots of words. Focusing on the screen, hand brings the device closer to allow me to devour every word. 

Anxiety, fear, sweaty palms, I read the text message. It's not from Tag, I had so hoped that he would finally answer the dozens of messages I had left for him over the past few days and night. 

"Damn it! C'mon man, text me back!"

Gets a grip of my emotions, begins to read the message.

"Robbie, I don't know how to tell you this but Andy fessed up to doing something really stupid the other night. It was more than stupid, coulda been downright disastrous. Last night we had a huge blow up about this, I have not spoken to him since, don't know what I'm gonna say to him when I do but I needed to tell you first, get it out in the open, give me some time to think about what I'm going to do and say to him, if I ever do. He said he pulled a joke on you and Tag, put a little something into your last cans of beer to help you sleep. He thought it would be good for the both of you to sleep in late so we could have some private time to do what ever god knows he thought he and I would do. Effin shit head thought I would do the nasty in our Dad's bed, mother effer! Like he's ever gonna get a chance now? He better be on first name basis with his hand cause that's the only way his dick are gonna get any for some time. I'm so sorry, no embarrassed. From what he told me, Tag was sick as a dog, I think he might have had some sorta reaction to what he was slipped. Now I know why you were so dead to the world before we left. I had tried to get you to wake but you were literally out like a light. Tag was a mess, all goofed up and then he went on some crying jag after I asked if he would check on you and Andy. Please, please, I'm so sorry, tell Tag I'm sorry and that I'm gonna make sure to take care of that Jerk but good. I love you, hope you can forgive me for what happened. When you are up to it, text me and let me know what your feeling, I love you. 

Ash."

My jaw nearly hits my chest, mouth agape, tongue hanging out, eyes bug out, stares at the last word; "Ash."

That MOTHER FUCKER! What the hell was he thinking, slipping us a roofie. Jesus Christ, that explains a lot of my missing morning. TAG! Holy SHIT, Tag, what the heck must have happened with him? I can't believe he'd ever go on a crying jag, even if he was all goofed up but then again, Melanie had busted up with him in a not so cool way the night before. No wonder he's not getting back to me, probably blames me for what went down. He's got no idea that it was all that fucking idiots doing!

Leaning forward on the edge of my bed, I reach into the partially opened second drawer of my dresser. Grabs the first pair of shorts my fingers come to, pulls out a crisp white pair of Starter athletic board shorts. Leans forward, lifts my right leg, places the elastic waistband over my bare foot, then the other leg, stands upright, pulls the shorts up my thick thighs, up over my huge butt, snaps the waste band just for good measure. Reaches back into the open drawer, pulls out my favorite black Under Armour form fit Tee, pulls it over my head. Slips my arms into the sleeves, leans over, grabs my work boots, sits on the edge of the bed, pulls them on and begins to tie them. 

"Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz."

Looks over at the phone laying next to my hip, I see Tag's number. Grabs the phone as quickly as I can, fingers fumble to press the screen. 

"Message."

Shit, just a couple of words but they are the most wonderful words I think I've ever read;

"C'mon over."

Shoes not even tied, stuffs the cell into the deep pocket, I sprint out of my bedroom, head to the garage door, out into the bright sunlight of morning, turns, pulls the garage door down behind me, realizes that I don't have the keys for the truck. Opens the door, retraces my hasty steps. 

Spots my keys on the counter, grabs them, turns on my heals and heads back out to the truck. 

I pull the door open then slam it closed a little too forcefully. Stopping myself, realizing that I am in too much of a hurried frenzy. Breaths slower, places the key into the ignition, turns it, Silver comes to life with a rumbling roar. She seems bigger for some odd reason today, sunlight bouncing off the metallic painted hood nearly blinding me. Reaches into the console between the drivers and passenger seat, presses the latch button, flips the top open, retrieves my Ray Bans. Places them on, looks into the rear view mirror. "Shit, I look like CRAP!"

The shift in hand, foot on the clutch, slowly pulls out of the driveway, remembering the talk Dad and I had a few weeks ago about peeling out, how it's causing ruts to develop in the driveway. Lee had to bring in a half load more of the crushed grey stone to cover the driveway due to my spraying it all over the place with my less than gently exits.

Rubber meets the road, windows down, wind blows wildly through the cab of the pick-up. All I can think about is what I was going to tell Tag about what Andy had done. I realize that I'm already at his house. Made it in less than 15 minutes, that's a record! I hope I didn't get snagged by one of those hidden speeding camera's the state has installed recently. God knows how or what I may have done to get here. I barely remember the drive at all, it's literally a blur.

The engine comes to a rest, drivers door opens, keys left in the ignition, emergency brake pressed, my legs swing out followed by my feet hitting the ground nearly running. Raises my left arm, index finger presses the button. Westminster chimes tickle my ears, followed by a thumping that becomes louder and louder. The red painted door swings open. Tag stands with his head bowed, he looks like a beaten dog. Oh, shit, he's worse than I had imagined. He backs up into the darkness of the living room, allows me to enter. Not a word, the door closes behind me, Tag turns, walks into the kitchen. 

I follow him into the darkened room, normally flooded with light from the bay window at the far end and the glassed in sun room off the dining area. All of the shades are drawn tightly.

"Coffee?" 

Tag's first word to me in days, it's welcome, breaks the tension and awkward silence.

"Sure, I'll get it, you sit down, I know where everything is."

Reaching up, wraps my fingers around the hand wrought iron handle on the knotty pine cabinet door, pulls it open, reaches in to retrieve two white porcelain mugs. Places them on the counter, side by side, pulls the coffee pot from it's device, pours the steaming brew.

I walk toward the island in the middle of the kitchen, use my right foot to pull the bar stool out from under the granite overhang. Sitting myself down, I slide one of the coffee mugs over to Tag. He's still looking down, has not met my eyes yet. Damn it, what the hell is going on in his head?

Takes a sip of coffee. I take the bull by the reigns and go for it. 

"Tag, I got a text from Ashley just before I got yours. Seems Andy thought he was being funny the night of the party. Turns out he slipped each of us something in our beer. It explains so much about why I was such a waste the next morning. Ash told me that you had a rough morning, that you had left real upset and all. Are you O.K.?"

"Yeah, yeah.. I'm O.K."

I'm not a complete idiot, I can tell damn well Tag's not "OK", far from it. He's the happy puppy who never seems to be down for more than a minute or two. Looking at him now, he looks like a beaten dog, head hanging, cloths disheveled, lack of expression a darkness behind his eyes, as if his very soul had been sucked out.

"You don't look OK to me, come on, spill, it's me the Lone Ranger, bff to Tonto."

As Tad's raises his head, there is no way around the fact that he's been hurt and hurt bad. My arm instinctively raises and drapes around his shoulder. He shudders, pulls away, a quick jerk, his head snaps away from mine. 

"All right, your not OK, I'm getting the feeling this is not just about Melanie, what happened between the two of you, is it?"

His head moves slowly from left to right, bites his lip, chin trembling. FUCK! I know he wants to blurt it out, why won't he just say what wrong, what the hell happened between us?

"It's me isn't it? I'm just some stupid lap dog idiot who just hasn't got a clue, right?"

WHAT? I have no idea what Tag's talking about. He's no lap dog, far from it. I look to him for the calm and strength to get through this whole University, hockey stress bucket. Without him being my go to, I don't know where I'd be. 

"Like hell Tag, you're no one's lap dog. I wish to hell I were you sometimes. Like water off a duck, nothing sticks to you, nothing ruffles your feathers, gets you down. Not like me, always one foot in the basket waiting to see where I'm going to wind up."

"Why then? what the hell was all that crap about us being besties and here I find you jerkin some fuck wad off, getting him off like you two were fuckin rabbits."

Blood rushes to my ears, mouth dry as a desert, rattling nerves bursting and popping everywhere. Ringing in my ears, had I just heard him say what I think I heard him say? What the hell is going on here. Shit, SHIT, that motherfucker, I wasn't dreaming, that Son of a Bitch was making me jerk him off the other night. I'm, I'M GONNA KILL HIM! 

"Dude! NO, it's not what you think."

"Look; Robbie, I know you're gay, known it ever since we met. It's not that but MAN, you meet this fucker, can't wait for him to get into your bed can you. Here I was all worked up, worried about you, thought you were being abused by your old man or something. I know I'm as dumb as a post, even I know what I hear, what I see. I just was so worried about you man, I was ready to beg my parents to ask you to move in with us, just to keep you safe, yeah know what I mean?"

No, I was not sure what he meant. Well, maybe I kinda did but I had no idea he might have any idea what was going on between Dad and myself.

"Tag, I was messed up, I didn't do anything with Andy on purpose. He roofed me just like he did to your beer. I'm the one who cleaned you up and put you to sleep in the bathroom with the pillow and sheet to cover you. I had no idea what he had done to either of us, Ashley had no idea either until he came clean with her about it once they got up to the lodge."

"That's all fine, dandy, but what about all that shit that went down between you and your father? The night I sprained my ankle and all? I was zonked out of my mind but there was no mistaking that I heard you getting beat, then what the fuck went down between the two of you the next morning. I was right there, standing outside his bedroom man, there's no mistaking what I heard. There's no way you can explain that away by saying you were roofed. I heard him, I heard you crying, I know what I heard, he was hurting you. Why the hell do you think I was giving you an out by telling you that you could stay here anytime you need to? Huh?"

Son of a Bitch, I had no idea he had heard any of this. What the hell am I going to do now? If I lie, he's going to know for sure, if I tell him the truth, he's probably going to beat the shit outta me, throw me out on my ass, tell me never to talk to him, ever! Truth, lie, truth, lie,, lie..

"It's not what you think Tag, OK, some of it is what you think, what you know. Yeah, my dad beat me pretty much that night, only thing is you don't understand why."

"Cause you lied to him, I'm not deaf, you guys built a nice house but those walls aren't exactly sound proof man."

"No, you don't know the real why. It's really my fault, my own god damned fault. I've got this problem, well a fetish. I into being spanked, even worse I've got this thing for my old man. It was me who went to him, pushed him, begged him to beat me. He didn't want to do any of this. He's normal man, I'm the one who is fucked up in the head, not him. Please don't say anything to anyone about this, it's not his fault, I asked for it. You haven't said anything to anyone have you?"

Panic, puke coming up into the back of my throat. All of my strength floods out of me. I'm limp like a noodle, hand drops from Tags shoulder flops to my side. Staring at the floor, waiting for the next shoe to drop.

"Shit man, here I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out how to get you outta there, how to get you safe without screwing everything up. You should know that I wouldn't say anything to ANYONE about this. I'm just pissed that you couldn't come to me, give me the low down. I would a understood. What-ta you think I am? Some back water red neck? I get it, we all have our own thing, I've got mine too, nothing as weird as you but hell, it's not like I'm gonna be putting it on the bulletin board at the rink."

For the first time since this whole thing went down, levity, humor. Looking up, catching the half smirk on Tag's face, man he's for real. Friends like this just don't fall out of tree's. The feeling of coming clean overwhelms me. For the first time in my life, I feel like I honestly have someone that I can fully trust, spill my guts out to without the fear of being bashed, trashed or misunderstood. 

Hours have passed since we sat down outside behind Tag's parents house. Two joints later, a brew each, I mean I can eat a horse, a live one if I have to. Spilling my guts about everything, even things I had no idea where in my head was easier than I thought it would be. Liberated, I feel free to tell him anything. Damn, Tag is a great listener, lets me ramble on and on. I don't even know how much I'm telling him, he's in no hurry to stop me, just giving me assuring nods, pats on my back, another hit of his doobie.

"You hungry? Mom's got some Pizza Pockets in the freezer. There's a case of them in the basement chest, she buys them by the case over at Costco. C'mon, let's get them in the microwave before I start eating the lawn." 

Tag stands up, brushing grass off of his jeans, heads toward the screen door. I get up, a little off kilter, effects of the joints, beer sure hit me like a sledge hammer.

"Sounds good to me Tonto, lead the way."



The Vacation House Ch. 19



Tag is so much more understanding about my confession than I could ever have hoped for. With the sun beginning to set, he's still allowing me to spill my guts, no laughs, not a single negative comment about my deepest, darkest desires.

"Here yeah go Robbie, kill it, I've had enough, my throat is burning like all get out."

The last of the joint is passed, burns the very tips of my fingers. I take as much a hit off it possible, searing pain at my lips. 

"Hack, hack."

Chokes, coughs, sputters, tries to hold in the smoke only to cough it all out. I smash the roach into a white quartz garden rock.

"C'mon, let's get inside before the gnats and mosquitoes come and eat us alive. There are still some Pizza Pockets left over in the oven. How's about a Mike's Hard Lemon? You up for a Pay-per-view?"

"Yeah, I'm with you Tag, just want to thank you for being so cool. I don't think anyone else would have been half as understanding. DAMN, just got bit! Look at the size of that thing!"

"It's not the big ones that do the biting, it's the smaller one's. Still those things creep me out, look like flying spider's, don't you think?"

"I'm getting myself in before they eat me alive Tag. Think they are into me big time, I'm not on the dinner menu if I can do anything about it."

We get up, run to the back door, slam it closed behind us, not waiting for the spring to pull. I have no intention of being chased around Tag's house all night by flying vampires, doubt that it's on the top of his list either. We meet at the oven, Tag grabs a pot holder off the counter, opens up the oven, retrieves the overcooked pockets.

"Go get the drinks will yeah? I'll meet you in the living room in a minute, I've got to send my parents a text, let them know that you're staying over, that were gonna rent a movie on their cable account. Be right back, OH, get some napkins."

"Sure thing."

I settle into the big recliner at the far end of the living room. The folding tray next to the chair is already set up. Looks around the room, see's a tray next to the other recliner, another next to the sofa. Guess the family eats dinner in the living room most of the time cause they all blend in pretty well with the dark leather furniture. It's really comfortable overstuffed furniture, completely over-sized, soft, welcoming. Sinks back, pulls the handle on the side, feet rise in front of me. I reach over to the tray table, fingers wrap around the cable changer. This must be Tag's dads chair, the power chair in the living room. I never really noticed there was a sort of plan to the set up, I'm sitting in the Papa Bear's Chair, the sofa with it's fluffy satiny pillows must be Mamma Bears domain while the scuffed up recliner on the opposite side of the room for sure has to be Tag's. He's always got his feet up on something, the foot rest section of the recliner shows signs of wear from his sneakers rubbing the leather.

"All set, Mom said to say Hi, said you're welcome to stay as long as you want too. Just stay out of their bedroom that's all. I don't think either of us needs to go in there anyway. She keeps it so neat that she'd know in a second if there was a foot print on her carpet. Bit of OCD if you ask me."

"Dude, I'm not getting myself into anymore trouble than I have on my plate. Let's get this show on the road, what do you want to watch?"

"What ever you want, I'm good for horror, Sci-fi, pretty much anything but don't put any chick flick crap on. I don't want any tear jerker on tonight."

Tear jerker? TAG? Does he normally watch that kind of movie?

"Why the hell would I put one of those on?"

"Don't laugh, mom, dad and I are really into those animal movies. I can't tell you how many times I've gone to bed, wiped out from crying over some whale, family of lost geese or a dog who finds his home with some dork assed kid. I'm a sucker for the Disney Channel shit, have been ever since I was little. You tell anyone about this, I'll kick the crap outta you, got it?"

Laughs my ass off, nearly rolling out of the recliner. Can't believe Tag just fessed up to being all mushy about this shit. Hold it, why am I laughing at him, he just listened to hours of my sick shit, never laughed at me once. Glances over at him, his face is contorted, laughing, tears rolling down his cheeks, guess he's just as shocked to his admission as I am. 

All is good, no harm, no foul. My fingers press the channel changer, scrolls through the online listings. Hmm, the new Superman movie, haven't seen that one yet, looks back to Tag for his up or down. His lower lip pushed up, head moving in a slow up and down motion. He reaches to his tray table, grabs the hot pocket, stuffs it in his mouth. I take this as his approval of my choice in entertainment. 

"Accept."

Hours pass, a line of empty bottles line up on Tag's tray table. I've kept things a little on the slow side, the joints have done their duty.

"Hey, dude, you want to know what went down between Mel and me? It had to do with you too well sorta, you'll laugh when you here this shit."

Shock slaps me in the face, head snaps toward Tag. Finger instinctively presses the off button on the remote. The room goes pretty dark, the only light that filters in is from the overhead microwave light in the kitchen. Tag's profile, smiling, white teeth reflecting, he's laid back in the recliner, one of his sneakers had been kicked off, a hole in his sock reveals a couple of bare toes.

"Go for it man, you listened to my tale of woe, one good turn deserves another, I'm all ears."

"Mel and I have been fighting on and off for a while. Lots of it has nothing to do with anything at all. She just wants me to be all about her but she forgets that I'm just not as smart as she is, that studies don't come easy, I have to buckle down most nights till 1 or 2 am just to get barely passing grades. It's not like you guy's, burns into your brains, stays there. I have to read the same damned page over a few times before it sinks in, even then it's like throwing water on a rock, it just won't stick."

Shifting, a little uncomfortably in the recliner, waits for the revelation as to how I'm involved in their break up. Tag's going on and on for a while, rambling, weaves in and out of different complaints, excuses, outright confusion as to what went down.

"We've known about you pretty much since we met, you know that? I've never had an issue, never even thought of it except when Mel would bring it up."

The feeling of sick in my stomach rises. Nervous twitches, runs my fingers through my short cropped hair, scratches at the back of my neck out of habit. It's something I tend to find myself doing when I'm nervous, Dad does the exact same thing, guess it's hereditary.

"No, listen, Mel has this thing, you know, about you and me. She was trying to get me to have a three-way with you. She has this whole scenario about you, me doing things with each other while she would watch. Then she'd want me to screw her while you massaged oil and stuff all over both of us. I know, weird shit, she really thought you'd be up for it. I kept telling her there was no way we'd do anything together, that we are friends, wouldn't do anything like this."

"Whoa! She wants to do WHAT with WHO?"

I could not believe my ears. Tag just blurted out something that I never thought about. It was not like I had never looked at him in that Beautiful God Like object kind of way but I never once had a sex dream that involved him or Melanie. Melanie never! Tag, well I have had wood once or twice after seeing him in the showers after practice, he would be a bit aroused sometimes, bit of a chub on just from the adrenalin come down, mixed with the hot water, just being a young guy, it's natural right?

"Yeah but I just didn't see it happening, I'm straight, nothing wrong with being gay or anything, I just never really thought about it seriously."

"What do you mean seriously? So, you've thought about it though? C'mon give, tell me about it. I put myself out there, you know me pretty much inside and out, I won't judge, PROMISE."

Tag turns his head toward the kitchen light, hands reach for the arm rests, pushes his frame up from the recliner, turns on his heals, walks out of the living room.

"I'll be back, gotta take a leak, do you want another drink on my way back? Hey, you ever think about this, why do we take a leak when we're really leaving one?"

"Hell yeah, you thanks, take your time. What? You've got to be kidding. Who even thinks of things like that?"

With a slight shuffle to his walk, Tag crosses the living room, arm outstretched, hands me another Hard Lemon, the cap already removed. I press the cold bottle to my lips, draw, soothing cool runs down my throat. Had not even realized how parched I had become, BURP! The belch came from my depths with such force that it brings with it a little bit of Pizza into the back of my mouth. 

"Gross man, BLAM! See, you're not the only one that can make noise."

The smell wafts to my side of the living room in a second. Chokes me, gags.

"You fuckin stink! Laughs, coughs, snorts all at the same time, hiccups."

Tag's laughing his stinking ass off, thinks his own farts are funny, well, it kinda is.

"Anyway, it was not all about you Robbie, I just didn't want to involve you in our problems. Not even sure that I could do anything anyway. Could you image it? You, her and me all in bed together? I don't think I could even get it up, then where would we all be? It'd be like three girls together having a sleep over, no one able to do anything with anyone, giggling, talking about what we wish we could be doing instead of actually doing it. Seriously, now that would be awkward."

This is a hell of a revelation, I had no idea that Tag would have actually, no seriously consider doing anything with another guy, even if it were because of Mel's sex fantasy. The simple fact that he would be worried about not being able to get it up, perform, does this mean he would have tried it if he knew he could do it?

"Tag man, it's cool, I've had the same fear about not being sure if I could do, you know, when or if the time came. Found that it was easier than I thought, just went with it, let my body perform the way it wanted to. My head just went along for the ride that my other head had gotten me into, it was way hot, not something I would have even have considered to be a turn on, it sure as hell was."

"Yeah, what was it? Who was it, c'mon, I'm starting to like this whole you tell, I tell stuff. Not that I'm looking to do anything about it mind you, it's just kinda like live porn in my living room, free, no subscriptions, no worry that my parents will find traces of some site on my laptop."

"O.K. you know I told you about what went down between my Dad, well you see."

Swallowing for a moment, am I really going to get into this with Tag? Had I already told him too much, maybe given him too much personal information about my sexual fantasies? Really, am I going to do this?"

"Dad and I, well you see, we were in the middle of this whole thing one night. I was stressed, worried that I might have gone too far with him, that he was about to cut things off. He was with Lee after-all, they are a couple, didn't see that one coming but we were dealing with it pretty well. I helped my Dad with some of his hang ups, you know, things that he was not really into between."

Tag is totally into what I'm putting out there. He draws again, hard, places the bottle down on his tray table, not for one second taking his eyes off of me, looks like he is hypnotized.

"Well, yeah, you know, one thing led to another, Dad and me, we are going at it when Lee walks in. The next thing I know I've got the two of them in me at the same time, in the same place, never thought I could do that, didn't even think it was possible but man, they blew my mind! Next thing I know, I'm sitting here telling you about it, like time has been fast forwarded to the here and now."

"Jeezus Christ! You've got to be kidding me! So, you, them, all of you did it together? How does Lee feel about this? Isn't there someone having issues about this?"

I had never really thought about it that way. I know I'm definitely not the alpha, opposite, guess I'd be the sub for sure. But, Dad or Lee? I know from what Dad has told me that Lee does not bottom, Dad, I know has experimented, actually has bottomed. Does that make him the non alpha? No way, Dad is the alpha in our family mix up, or is he?

"Don't know for sure Tag, it's a good question, what do you think?"

"The way I see it Robbie, your Dad is definitely the alpha of your pack. You, well I guess we both know where you fall in line. Not that there is anything wrong with it, get me for real, I'm kinda like an alpha myself but not a real alpha, kinda a forced alpha."

"What the heck is a forced alpha? I've never heard of any such thing before? Is this something you made up?"

"Yeah, it's just the way I kinda see things in my head. I get into situations where I am forced to be the alpha, kinda tricked into being in control of the situation, weird huh?"

"You've got to be kidding me dude, weird? How could you even think that I would think that is weird after what I told you I'm into."

"Right, your weird out weirds mine for sure, just I've never actually acted on my weird, think if I did it might all go wrong, then what would I do with my fantasies? Could you imagine being into something, then suddenly find out you're no good at it. Might be left with nothing to fantasize about, now that would be a real nightmare."

The idea that forms in my head pulls all of my focus for a moment. Drifts off into my minds eye, I can see, feel, experience what I'm envisioning. Go for it, say it!

"Tag, tell you what, you don't have to take this seriously, just an option, an open offer. You said you worried about, well, performance quality. How about we try to kill two birds with one stone. I'm into the sub thing, you have never had the chance to try out your forced alpha fantasy, how bout, you know, you and me, we do a little role play. We wouldn't have to have sex, just some light B&D, SM stuff see how it works for you?"

Holds my breath, nervous, know we've both opened up to each other but was this simply too much? What if I'd read the whole situation wrong, put my own spin on what Tag was sharing. Maybe he had never meant to suggest any kind of interest in same sex stuff. Maybe he was just telling me about what Mel was into, that he just had no interest in it, no way, no how. 

"Robbie, I've got to tell you, I'm way too tired, too drunk to even understand what you just said to me. Tell you what, I'll take the top bunk tonight, you take the bottom bunk. Last time you left here with a lump on your forehead the size of a puck. I'm use to the low ceiling, after-all, it is my bed. C'mon, put this to rest for tonight, we can get back to this shit another time OK?"

Probably the best suggestion I've heard all night. I'm pretty wasted too, tired beyond belief. Had not even realized how tired I am. A good nights sleep will do both of us a ton of good.

"Right behind you Tag, I'll be right in, got to leave a leak."



The Vacation House Ch. 01



My heart races, starts to gain my waking senses. I recognize something hard is pressed against my back, dads arm and hand are wrapped around my waist. His fingertips barely touch my belly button. His slow and rhythmic snores still coming from him.

Trying to breath as shallow as I can, realizes his entire body is plastered along the length of me. In all the years sleeping together, we've never been in this particular position. From time to time, I will awake with his arm around my back or my head on his shoulder. Sometimes he is holding me as if I may have had a bad dream then fallen asleep with him comforting me.

This is different, the heat between us is amplified by the closeness of our bodies, the way his hand barely touches my tummy. Then there is this large hard thing, damn it, I know full well what it is, I can't believe how big it is! Try's with all my might to not get excited, the slight pulsing pressed against my back does not help any. I dare not move a muscle for fear that he will wake, then god only knows what the heck will happen!

Hours seem to pass, it is more likely no more than a half an hour though. Every once in a while I feel his body shift only to push a bit closer to mine. I realize that his snoring has stopped, that in itself is not all that unusual. It is common for Dad to turn in his sleep, momentarily stop snoring only to begin again.

It did not begin again though this time. I feel the pulsing press against my back just a little harder, almost imperceptible movement. His breath, his mouth just an inch or so away from my ear. His cheek is nestled against the side of my dampened hair, on his double stacked pillows.

"Do you still want it to happen?"

His whisper causes me to panic. I tighten myself, attempt to lay motionless. I am playing dead. What had he said?

"Do you still think I should spank you?" 

He whispers into my ear once more. I feel the arm draped over my torso tighten slightly, pulls me into him. All I can focus on are his whiskers, those thick full, rough facial whiskers brushing along the back of my neck. I nod my head, he understands, pulls me even closer to him.

"Tell me, you have to tell me what you want. I won't do this without knowing what you want from me, what you think I should do to you." 

His whiskers scratch roughly against my back, I hear a sound, realizes that Dad just kissed the side of my neck.

Slowly, I take my left hand, places atop his hand as it plays with my navel. I'm so scared, know that he had to realize that I was shaking inside. My mind is not working right, I am thinking things that I have never considered. Just about to ask him if this is a dream. Feels him kiss me again, presses his rigid penis into the small of my back. It's so long that it nearly reaches the area between my shoulder blades. It's width fills the area between my muscles on each side of my back.

I take his hand, slowly moves it up my stomach, over my side, slides it under the waistband of my boxer-briefs. It comes to a rest directly in the center of my butt. A tiny squeeze, cups both cheeks of my back side, this signals he understands or at least is willing to accepting my offer.

The roughness of his whiskers begin scraping back and forth just below my ear, then the nape of my neck. Tiny kisses all the while, my head spins wildly in anticipation and excitement. I feel my rigid, throbbing penis push against the front of my underwear. Pulsing in front of me, his monster pushing, pulsing against my back, his large, calloused hand firmly planted on the round of my backside.

Rubs my hand upon his as it fondles me. Using two of my fingers, I firmly press against his middle finger, it finds it's way buried between my cheeks. The sweat from my body allows him to move it up and down, barely touching the area to which I have so brazenly led him to.

"First thing in the morning, I am going to spank you, spank you long and hard. You won't be able to sit for a week without it hurting. Is this what you want?"

My ears must be lying to me but he repeated himself, this time he sat up, propped up against the wall behind the mattress. Turns onto my other side, looks directly at him, quaking like a bobble head. I make him out in the subtle darkness, the sky's have cleared, the moon light streams through the unadorned windows. His face is bright, there is a look of concern in his eyes. He pulls me up to sit along side him, places my free hand directly on his hardened penis.

"Yes dad, spank me, please?. You can do what ever you want, too, I've earned this punishment."

The huge penis firmly held in my hand jumps, he wraps his paw around mine, causes me to squeeze him tightly, guides my hand in a slow up and down motion over his hooded muscle.

"Anything? Well, first off, what ever we do does not leave this house. No one, not your mother, sister, your friends are ever to be told of any of this. If you say anything, one word, not only will that be it between us, I will personally put you out of your misery, got me?"

His expression seems to have turned very angry, then a small smile creeps across his face.

"Look Robbie, I know you'll learn your lesson."

He squeezes my hand, again in an up and down motion, yep he seems to really be enjoying this.

"And just to let you know, after your spanking, we are still going to work the entire day as planned. The only difference is that little thing that you let me know that you wanted, that is something we can discuss after we take our shower."

"Yes dad, if you don't mind."

"Don't mind? Robbie it is going to be my pleasure, trust me."

I see dad's eyes close, he rests his head back against the wall.

This is going to be a very long night, even a harder day, one that I am not sure that I am looking forward to.



The Vacation House Ch. 20



"Rob, psst., Robbie are you awake?"

I'm groggy, disoriented, in a state of twilight sleep. Not sure if I am awake or asleep, dreaming I had heard my name. Lays silent, I try to focus on any sounds that might have been similar to what I might or might not have heard.

"psst, Robbie, you awake?"

There's no doubt about it, I'm hearing my name, a low whisper, nearly imperceptible. My eyes open, a dangling hand moving back and forth above the edge of my pillow. A good foot away from my face yet I can feel the light breeze washing across my cheek. I'm in the lower bunk, finally recognizes my surroundings.

"Yeah? I'm awake now, what's wrong? You OK?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, just thought if you were already awake you could maybe answer a question I have."

The whispered voice was barely louder than moments before. The dangling arm retracts followed by a loud, "THUMP, SHIT."

"Watch out for that low ceiling there Tonto."

"Shut it you." 

Tag finally uses his full voice, he growls his demand for my silence. Chuckling inside, I sit up, propping my left elbow on the pillow, palm flat, ear pressed into the clammy pedestal.

"You know that stuff we were talking about before we hit the sack? Well, are you serious about the offer?"

For sure, this is not what I thought was going to be the topic of this middle of the night chit chat. Looking out the open window, the crescent moon shines brightly, not a single cloud to diffuse it's brilliant whiteness. I'm awake now, totally awake, listening intently to the breathing of my friend in the upper bunk.

"OK, what part of what we were talking about are you referring to Tag? We had a few different conversations, some of them I don't even think I will remember until you remind me about them."

"Well, hope it was not something that I got messed up in translation, did you offer to act out a bit of our fantasies? No sex stuff though, just role play stuff, you know maybe a little good cop, bad robber? Was that what you were talking about just before we turned in?"

"OH, that! Shit, I didn't think you even heard what I was saying cause you got up, seemed kind of out of it by then. Yeah, that's sorta the gist, what do you have in mind?"

My body begins to tingle, feel the swell of my penis under the thin sheet, sheets that Tag's mom must have gotten for him a good decade ago. Baseball players, bats in hand, pitchers throwing what could be interpreted as a fast ball with lines leading from the ball back to the pitchers hand to exemplify speed and flight. It's really kind of cute, like a young stud still wearing Superman underwear. Innocent yet sexy all at the same time.

"I don't know, this was your idea. You tell me what you have in mind, I'll let you know if it's something that's in my wheel house."

He's putting all of this on me, to come up with a play scenario that we can both be possibly into yet still comfortable enough about that it wouldn't mess up our friendship, maybe a little turn of the screw is in order.

"Tag, let's get something straight first, no matter what happens, no matter how good or bad this play turns out, it does not effect us, our friendship, promise? It's the only stipulation I have, we've got to agree with that or we should just forget the whole thing, deal?"

"Deal, I want to have some input though, not that I don't trust you or whatever experience you might have had playing out your fantasies but I really want to make sure that what ever happens is just as much my doing, just as much my fault as it is yours, so DEAL."

What before we had gone to bed seemed so simple has begun to take on real stress. The reality that our imaginations could possibly become reality causes me to break out into a cold sweat.

"Listen, Tag man, you said you consider yourself to be a forced alpha male, well here's your opportunity to take a swing at that ball. I believe in you man, go for it, give me your best shot, put me in the position I need to be in."

Hears ruffling of sheets, the creek of the bed frame, decides to choose to lay flat on my back. Stares directly above me, springs and slats beneath the upper bunks mattress strain as Tag's body moves from side to side, shifts, lifts. He's obviously uncomfortable having been put on the spot, I wonder if it is all a little too much, too soon.

"OK, listen up, your old man and Lee are set to return this weekend, right?"

Pushes the back of my head deeper into the surface of the pillow, ears partially covered with the downy cushion. This is definitely not what I had expected to hear. Where the hell is this coming from? Even worse, where is it going?

"Yeah, I got Dad's text yesterday, said he was arriving at the house some time mid afternoon Saturday. Lee is staying at the job site, sleeping in the trailer. He's gonna get things up and running there. Dad will get everything back home and unpacked, settled so that Lee can just come home Monday evening. Dad will bring him back from the job site that way, they won't have to switch vehicles."

"Good, that's what I thought you had said, well not exactly that much detail but the basic timeline. Listen, I want you to consider what I'm going to suggest, think about it before you say yes or no. I'm in no hurry but we are going to be working on a time constraint, that is if we can come to an agreement."

I'm getting hard, the tent created by my boner sticks straight up in the air. Looking down at the rise of fabric, the humor is not lost on me for one second. Along side the tented fabric is an image of a baseball player, a large bat being swung, wouldn't you know it, the length of the bat traces the outline of my hardened prick. 

"What does this have to do with when Dad and Lee arrive? I'm not following you."

"See, this is what I think would be cool, we go to your house Saturday morning, make sure that everything is spotless. This way your Dad won't have anything to get upset about or distract him from our little game."

This is getting interesting, kinda like a challenge or dare. So we are going to do some kind of role play before Dad comes home? The very idea, possibility of getting caught sends shivers of excitement to the very ends of the hairs on my head.

"Look, it could go down like this, after we clean the place spotless, we go into your bedroom, I'll tie you up, you know sort of like hands to feet, something in your mouth, you know, trussed up but good."

Whoa, I really like this. I've always had a thing in the back of my mind about doing some bondage and discipline stuff. Well, I've sort of done the discipline thing but the bondage? This has me reaching for my tented pole. Fingers wrap around the soft flesh, rock hard muscle beneath is so hot, it nearly scalds my palm.

"Go on, you've got me were you want me so far Sir."

Did I just call Tag, SIR? 

"I like that, Sir it is for now on when we're role playing. Not in normal life, nothing like that mind you, then I'm just Tonto side kick to the Lone Ranger, gotcha?"

"Come on, you already have me ready to rub one out, Sir. If you don't get to the punch line soon, there's going to be one hell of a mess to clean up."

"YEAH? Well if there is, then you're cleaning it up, boy.."

Hmm. I like that one too,, boy. 

"See, once I've got you on your back, your knees up by your ears, hands tied to your ankles, I'm gonna take a pair of scissors, slowly cut every stitch of clothing off of your body. Then,"

"Wait, wait, I don't have that much crap cloths that I can afford to have my stuff cut up. Dad would kill me."

"That's kinda the point, don't worry, I'll give you some of my old things, they'll fit you pretty well now that you've filled out and become a man-boy.."

"OK, go on.."

"SHH! You listen, I talk. It's like this, once you are fully exposed, I take a can of shave cream, cover you from your shoulders to your toes. I'm going to shave you clean as a babies bottom. There you'll be, glistening in the sunlight shining through the widow, your ass pointing upward, directed so that when your Dad walks into your bedroom, it will be the first thing he's greeted by. You'll be gagged, you'll be struggling against the ties that bind you. I'll be sitting in the corner of your room reading some text book, acting as if I was not even aware that you are there in the room with me."

The rise of passion held in my hand gets to be more than I can resist. My hand moves up and down my rigid cock as it pounds hard and furious. My eyes squint, barely able to make out that Tag is leaning over the side of the upper bunk, his eyes glued to the sight of me beating off. Wetness spreads under the sheet, slides down between the skin of my dick and calloused fingers. Slime of cum makes it's way between my clutching digits, my belly is saturated with seed. My breath goes from being held deep inside my chest to being exhaled with such force that I wheeze.

"That's my boy, guess that answers my question. So, you in?"

"God damn it, I'm not only in, I'm uber in. Wait, wait a second, what about my Dad? What the hell are we going to do about him once he finds us like this?"

"That's the point boy, that's what we're going to find out. It's the danger, the thrill, I'm dying to see the look on his face when he finds you laid out like a Thanksgiving turkey. Let's see if he likes his stuffing in the bird or a little on the side."

"Jeezus Christ Tag, I mean Sir, this might go really wrong, did you even think about that?"

"Yep, that's sorta what I'm hoping for. Now, get back to sleep, we've got a lot of cleaning to do and not a whole lot of time to do it in. Night."

"Night."

I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep, ever again. I have to get up, clean myself, change this sloppy cum soaked top sheet. Waits until I hear the rhythmic sounds of Tag's breathing turn to light snores. Slowly bringing myself to my feet, pulls the sheet off the bed, tip toes out of the darkened bedroom, down the carpeted hallway. 

The house is totally quiet, unnerving in it's dead silence. Enters the Jack and Jill bathroom between the spare bedroom and Tag's fathers den. Finds the stash of sports related sheets and pillow cases. To my surprise, there on the same shelf is a Superman design bath towel set.



The Vacation House Ch. 21



Sleep eludes me, it's my fault, no doubt about that. How the hell am I supposed to go through with this crazy idea, I'm not really going to act this out am I? Hell no! Wait, I promised, agreed to go along with this wild fantasy role play, well sorta. 

The sound of soft breathing drifts down to my ears from the bunk above, it's hypnotic, stimulating, horrifying! I've got to figure some way out of this situation and fast.

My eyes catch the first break of dawn, heart begins to race, pounding pressure inside my head makes my ears burn, chest swells, damn it, my dick's swells too. Right hand grabs hold of rising flesh, squeezes it, control's it's movement, pushes it against tight muscles just above my V shaped hip line, teases my belly button , a drip of pre-cum releases from the head of my youthful manhood.

"Thump!"

"Whoa, what the heck?"

Startled out of my whits, I fixate on Tag's crotch, inches in front of my nose. His leap from the berth above takes me by surprise, replaced as quickly by panic. 

"C'mon you, we've got a big day ahead of us, get your lazy ass up and meet me in the kitchen, PRONTO says Tonto."

Already? He's starting already? I wish he'd just slow the heck down, let me adjust to this. 

"Oh yeah, ha, ha, ha, Tonto made a funny, what did you do, stay up all night thinking that ditty up did you?"

"Nope, came to me, just like that!"

Right in my face, Tag sticks his ham sized hand right in front of me, snaps his fingers with such force that I am momentarily deafened. I sit up just as quickly, grabbing at his extended hand, wraps my long fingers around his wrist, pulls him off balance. He lands on top of me, an elbow to my stomach knocks the wind out of me, gasps for air while his bulk pins me to the thin mattress is not exactly how I had anticipated starting the day. He rolls to his side, laughs, slaps my back side and gets up to his feet. 

"I told you, get up, don't get me started or there will be hell to pay." 

He sounds serious, serious enough for me to take notice, he seems bigger than normal. OK, I'm laying down, he's standing up, of course he looks bigger but damn, he sure looks bigger, like everywhere!

Tag turns toward the bedroom door, pulls it toward him, the depth of silence flooding the room makes my skin go all goose bumps. I shiver, pulls the sheet up over my head, ignores his demand. Footsteps, not so softly shuffle toward me, pretending to hide under the covers, as if that somehow is going to protect me from my new tormentor's wrath. Wham! The force of the pillow swung at my thinly veiled head is followed by a hand grabbing at my ankle, yanks me out of my hiding place, my butt hits the floor with a mighty THUD!

"HEY! That hurt!"

"Well, the next time I give you a directive, you'll jump when I say jump, now won't you? And that is a rhetorical question, now get your lazy ass up, I'll be in the bathroom putting a few things together for our little adventure. I'm telling you this Robbie, you are gonna LOVE THIS!"

Love this? I'm already dreading what is about to happen. What the hell am I going to do when my Dad walks in and finds me trussed up like some Thanksgiving Turkey? He's gonna know for sure that I went back on my word, spilled my guts out to Tag. I promised him that I would never, ever tell anyone about what goes on between the two of us. 

Wait, wait a second, I didn't let this out first, Dad must have confided in Lee long before I told Tag. Yeah, this is not going to be some sort of beat down on Robbie time, well, we'll see who has the last laugh, if he starts in on me about breaking my promise, I'm gonna give him the old pot calling the kettle black crap that he likes to use on me. Talk about guilt, yeah, we'll see who is going to wind up eating their words.

Getting up off the floor is a little more of a deal than I had thought it might be. My body is sore, my dick is rock hard, WOW, I must have just given Tag one hell of a show, sitting on my bare ass, legs splayed, prick jutting out like a telephone pole. Wait, he was laughing, was he laughing at me because he thought it was funny that I was yanked out of bed or was he laughing at me cause he thinks I've got a small penis? I don't have a small penis, no, I'm a bit larger than the average that I've read about. No way, he couldn't have been laughing because of that. Wait, he does have more in the pocket than I do, maybe he was laughing at me, shit.

I grab at the cloths worn the evening before, they are piled up on the chair next to the desk. Rushes to get dressed, stumbles out into the hallway, heads toward the bathroom. Gotta take a leak, man am I going to have a rough time with that, rock hard, bladder filled, one of them is going to have to give first, I'm just not sure which one though. 

Enters the guest bathroom, see's Tag standing with his back to me, I'm pretty sure it's going to be the hard on that goes first. His reflection in the mirror over the vanity brings embarrassment for the first time, I've never felt ashamed in front of Tag before, not for any reason. Sure, I've been upset, angry, happy, even sometimes a bit turned on by him but embarrassed? Never. Drops my gaze to the items laid out on the counter top, see's normal objects, razor, shaving gel, a bottle of Dr. Bronner Peppermint Pure Castile Soap, an electric wet dry razor, what the heck is up with all these razors? Oh, wait a second, idiot, what am I thinking?

"So, you finally decided to get up did you? Well, I have a little surprise here for you. Just think of this as your early birthday present and don't say I never gave you anything."

He holds up a rectangular rubber object with a small tube dangling from the bottom of it. My eyes follow the length of the tubing, a small plastic object caps off the hose, it's smooth, white and has a small hole at the end. Tag pulls off a small tab at the top of the red rubber object. 

"What the heck is that?"

My heart races as it hits me, I know what THAT is. Guess we are going through with our plan after-all, no time like the present, huh?

"You know full well what this is young man, now you just stand there and be quiet while I perform a little magic here."

The smile that reflects in the mirror, the snicker that escapes Tag's unshaven face all give meaning to the term "scared shitless."

The faucet handles are turned in opposite directions, flowing water pours from the spigot, the soft rubber bag is held beneath the running stream of luke warm liquid as it rushes toward the bottom of the sink. The bag begins to expand, extending downward toward the drain, weight pulls the "O" shaped handle Tag's fingers are hooked around. He pulls the bloated bag away from the stream of water, turns each of the handles to their off position. His motion towards the bottle of Dr. Bronners soap causes me to cock my head to the side, what the heck is that for? It's another one of those "duh" moments, a bit slow on the up take this morning, for sure. A small amount of the Peppermint Pure Castile Soap is added to the rubber bottle of warm water, Tag picks up the smooth plastic end piece that attaches to the tube, flicks a little object where the two connect, water gushes up into the air only to create a small arc, splashes into the bottom of the basin, the soapy liquid disappears down the drain. 

"OK young man, over here, bend over and no lip out of you."

I move forward to where I have just been directed toward, a large hand pushes against the middle of my back causing me to lean forward, my big skaters bubble butt juts out in a very precarious way. My shorts are pulled down, boxer briefs soon follow. Cool air caresses my quivering out thrust rump. Fingers grip my left butt cheek, pulls forcefully, feels a smooth warm object as it moves up and down the exposed crack of my ass. Instinctively my ass hole tightens, the lubricated object is not swayed, determined to find it's target, slides very slowly into my spasm-ed opening, passing my sphincter, a sudden flood of warmth fills my bowels, damn I have to go. 

"Now listen to me boy, you hold your water, you hold it tight hear me? Not a drop, not one single drop is to pass that hole of yours, not until I say it can. You got me?"

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I have to go, BAD! Dances side to side from foot to foot, leaning forward, I hold tight to the hardware behind the sink basin, a handle in each hand, death grip if there ever were one. Holds the pressure inside my gut, it threatens to escape, tenses, pulls my strength from everywhere in my body, directs it all, every ounce of focus I can muster to the small plastic object lodged deep inside my strangling butt hole.

"C'mon man, I've got to go, please? PLEASE?"

Lifts my head, looks at Tag's reflection in the mirror. His outstretched hand disappears behind me, a look of determination on his face sends doubt that my plea is going to be granted. The statue like stillness of the large figure behind me makes a move, his right arm pulls back, the feel of warm liquid runs down between my legs. OH GOD, please don't do it now, please, I swear, I'll be good, just let it all stay in, just a little longer. 

"You, get your ass on that toilet, NOW!"

Swinging my backside the few feet to my right gives me a reasonable belief that relief is within my reach. The cool seat of the toilet meets my hard butt cheek, thankfully the seat cover had already been lifted otherwise this could have ended very bad. I look up at Tag's handsome face, his smile, bright white teeth, each one glistening, taunts me, tortures me, that smile, damn him and that smile of his!

"GO!"

Sound escapes me, the rush of liquid floods out of my bowels, the force of it all nearly causing me to pass out. Feels as if every organ in my body had just been flushed out of me, dumped down the waiting pot on which I sit. Relief, spurt after spurt, just tries to push out every single drop forced into me, I just want it all out, NOW! Wads up a handful of toilet paper, pushes a little bit more, just a little insurance, just in case. Wipes gently, oh god, this has got to be the softest toilet paper I have ever used, man, thank god for little favors.

Continues to sit on the toilet, no more embarrassment, this is pure humiliation. My head hangs forward, tears, blinks from the burn of saline, droplets of tears splash onto my bare thighs. The shower door opens next to me, looks up, see's Tag lean in. He turns the handles, water pours from the shower head, steam rises quickly, fills the room with dampness, warmth envelopes me, I relax a little, comfort cloaks me, lulls me into a false sense of security. 

"UP! C'mon, we don't have all day, gonna get you all nice and smooth, yeah, like a babies behind. That's right, up, get in that shower, make sure you stay on the right side, I don't want you crowding me when I get in there."

Looks up at my best friend, yeah, this is my BFF, listen to that bastard giving me orders as if I was his personal toy, guess that is EXACTLY what I am, his Boi Toy. I stand up slowly, still unsure if there just might happen to be a little bit of soapy liquid ready to escape my insides. Takes the few steps, enters the shower stall, moving to the far right side, leans against the cold glass enclosure. Drops my head forward allows the hot water to cascade over my crew cut hair, down my back, over my bulging butt until it mingles with the other rivulets of water flowing over sore shoulders.

Just outside the glass enclosure, Tag's moving form brings me back to the here and now. My secure feeling is replaced by anticipation. He leans forward, braces himself as he stands on one foot, then the other in order to remove his white Calvin Klein briefs, they are tossed unceremoniously onto the counter top of the vanity. I squint to see as much of him possible, the rising steam that hits the bottom of the shower stall is causing the clear glass walls of the enclosure to fog, I can't make out his entire figure but what I can see has me popping one hell of a boner in seconds. 

"All right, you've done well, good boy, now make room for Tonto, we've got some boy scaping to perform. Oh, looky, looky here, Robbies got a big one, mighty big as a matter of fact, not as big as ole Tonto's but more than a mouthful I'd have to say."

As breath escapes me, my head snaps back, hot, steaming water runs over my lightly hair covered chest, down over my washboard abs, fills my belly button only to rush down, out over the length of my jutting dick, it pours off the end in a waterfall of pleasure. I'm so filled with the feeling of pride at hearing the words Tag has offered. My fears of size inadequacy washed away, replaced with throbbing pride. The gel being spayed from the nozzle of the can of Edge Shaving Gel that is being held by my friend gives me tingles deep inside my balls, my penis jumps a few pulses, my butt hole twitches with excitement, oh, this really is becoming something I can get into. 

Tag puts the can of shave gel onto a small bench built into the shower stall. There are several objects along side it, the manual razor, electric razor, shampoo, conditioner, Dr. Bronners Peppermint Pure Castile Soap and a round blue nylon luffa puff. He turns toward me, we are face to face, dick to dick, his juts forward, even larger, ever thicker, yeah, just BIGGER than mine, just not as handsome as mine is. There's a curve to his, a good 2" to the right, big ass angry veins, blue, purple, red nearly pop out from beneath the skin. Jesus Christ, that thing is cut! He's that big and circumscribed too? Images how big it would have been had he been left in his natural state, Jesus Christ!

A forceful pull from behind my left shoulder has me spinning around, face plastered hard against the cold glass wall. My boner slaps the enclosure, pain from my sensitive penis shoots clear through every nerve. Guttural noise is forced out of my throat followed by a gulp of air then out again. The feeling of shave gel being applied to my shoulders, down my back, across the rounds of my butt, my head spinning. I can hardly breath, wishes for this feeling to never end. The razor is gently applied to my the nape of my neck, slow even strokes from the edge of my hairline all the way down to the underside of my glutes. 

Tag's touch is gentle, passionate, his free hand placed upon my hip presses me against the glass. I want more, with every new stroke of the razors blade generates electric shocks to my groin. My newly cleansed insides tighten, there is simply nothing left, I contract my muscles, flex quads as more shave gel is applied the length of my legs.

I'm spun around again, my freshly denuded back side presses firmly against the enclosure. More gel, Tag's wide palm gently plays over my peck's, down my stomach, lingers for a moment, engulfs my entire gentile area. My balls, rock hard penis wrapped tightly in his grip. He pulls forcefully, my body arches toward him, lips nearly touch, hot breath forced out of his nostrils burn into my skin.

"You love this don't you? Tell me, you love this?"

The hand around my crotch tightens again, yanks, the direction of pull moves upward. I look down at my straining hard on and darkening balls as they are being nearly ripped away from my pelvis.

"Yes! OH GOD YES! PLEASE? PLEASE do what you want, it's yours, I'm yours, what ever you want, it's yours."

My pleading voice echo's off the shower stall walls. The sudden release leaves me panting, grabbing at my very sensitive private parts. The razor barely touches my shoulder, in an even, slow decent heads directly for the mound of pubic hair surrounding my engorged penis. I close my eyes, allows a flood of water to fill my mouth, gargles, drops my head forward in order to spit out the contents. Watches as the razor approaches the years of puberty and maturing manhood as it is threatened with elimination. Bracing myself, palms flat, fingers splayed, quads tighten in preparation of the assault by my domination. The razor stops just as it touches the very edge of the curly gold forest of pubic hair. 

Tag turns, bends forward exposing his massive man ass, the tremendous depth of his ass crack defined in dark hair growing from between the mounds of muscular flesh. Urge to drop to my knees and bury my face between his boulder butt is so over-whelming that I nearly forget that I had been given a directive, to only do as I am told. My mouth waters, I have to close my eyes, force myself not to give into my base desire, to shove my tongue between Tag's cheeks, find his week spot, exploit him for my own purpose.

"So, you like that, don't you boy?"

Caught, snagged, Tag snaps his head over his shoulder, seems to be reading my mind. He looks down at my raging hard on, then back up at my face.

"Yeah, you think I don't know what you were just looking at boy? I'm onto you, you little brat. You keep that thing to yourself, nothing gets touched, nothing, not-ta, that is unless I do the touching or give you permission to touch, even yourself. You understand me boy?"

Holy shit, I don't know if I am going to be able to control myself long enough, not even allowed to touch myself? The blood has already rushed from my head to my penis, there's no telling how much longer I am going to be able to withstand this torture. Turns my head to the sides, pushing my chin into my large shoulder, attempts to keep my mind on the sound of the water as it bounces off the bottom of the shower stall. This is going to be damned near impossible, no doubt about that.

"Click, BUZZ."

The Panasonic Wed Dry razor is brought to life, it's vibrating blade attachment tingles and taunts the edge of my pubic area, without delay, slow swaths of hair are being clipped away. The feeling of being naked takes on a new meaning, I feel so vulnerable, so damned naked, so, young. My ball sack is gently lifted, Tag forces his free hand between my legs, they follow his guidance, my stance is altered until he now kneels down, twists his torso in order to look upward, guiding the clipper attachment along the insides of my thighs, takes the back side of his hand, pushes my ball sack upward, exposes the area between the underside of my testicles, taint and the very opening of my swollen ass-hole. 

"OH GOD, YES!"

I could not help it, I simply blurt it out, from inside and out over the lips. I regretted it the second I recognized my voice, Jesus Christ, now what?

"So, you're into this boy, huh, told you, you'd love it, just don't think this gives you the go ahead to say anything more. Not a word out of you, hear me? Nod if you understand me boy, I've got a little more work on you before we can allow you to be put out for exhibition."

Man, I just got away with one there, me with all of my bits and pieces in his hands, a clipper cutting away between heaven and more heaven, this could have all gone bad. I feel so insecure, no longer able to control my emotions, my actions, the flood of self pride must have been flushed out of me along with that bag of warm soapy water. 

Fingertips being pressed between the cheeks of my ass force me to focus on the buzz of the clipper again, the falling water no longer enough a distraction. 

"Click."

No more buzz, no touch, continues to keep my eyes looking away from what ever Tag is doing. The cool feel of the shower gel being applied all around my crotch, a forceful push to the left moves me out of the falling spray of water. A shiver runs up and down me, I'm enveloped in a foamy blanket of activated Edge Shaving Gel as it becomes foam from the gentle application administered by a large firm open hand. 

"Buzz."

The cool touch of the 3 blade head of the Panasonic Electric Wet Dry razor moving over my skin sends me over the edge. My penis has reached it's limit, tries in vain to over-ride natures eventual outcome, the head of my dick nearly explodes from it's shaft as shot after shot, long streaming hot burning liquid seed gushes out of the distended opening. Long white strands of semi translucent cum splatters against Tag's tight washboard abs. 




The Vacation House Ch. 21



My eyes panic open, holds my breath, chest heaves back and forth, ejaculation continues to spew out of me with such volume, I'm astonished with how much goo covers my best friends naked, glistening skin. The product of my torment drips down from his stomach, winds up in globs of white slime entangled in the curly dark brown pubic hair surrounding Tag's monstrous rod. 

"You'll pay for that one boy... I did not say you could do that, there's going to be hell to pay."

Tag hands me the plastic bottle with the blue label of Peppermint Castile Soap, luffa, turns me around, faces me toward the wall of the enclosure.