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Subject: Rebuilding the Bond Chapter 7 Chapter 7 I am not sure how long I sat on the edge of my bed. I was in such shock at what had just happened. Dad and I had just jacked off together. To gay porn none the less. Was he gay? No, he couldn’t be, he had me. But then again, I guess I didn’t know. All I really knew is that it was incredibly hot, and I hoped it would happen again. But if it didn’t, I knew I would be jacking off to this moment for the rest of my life. I’m not sure when I dozed off, but the next thing I knew I was awakened by the sun streaming through the blinds. After a good stretch, I slipped on some gym shorts and headed downstairs. “Morning Dad.” I said as I entered the kitchen, he was sitting at the table, shirtless, facing me, looking down at a cup of coffee. “Good morning Ian,” he said looking up. ” Uh, can we talk?” Dad wasn’t looking like his normal self, he looked gloomy, concerned, maybe even a little scared? “Um, sure, what’s up?” I asked, sitting in the chair opposite him. He cleared his throat, “Look, I, ur. About last night. I’m sorry.” He paused, avoiding making eye contact. “I probably took that way too far. I just wanted to be sure you knew it was okay. I want you to feel at home here. Comfortable.” He shifted in his seat, “you deserve privacy, and, well, it won’t happen again.” “Dad,” I surprised myself with how fast I was able to respond, “it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about anything. I didn’t mind last night. I actually, well, I actually kind of enjoyed it.” Dad looked up at me at last, “you did?” “Yeah, and I am comfortable here. Well, at least I will be once I get settled in. Thanks though, for worrying about me.” He seemed to relax now. “I am glad. It’s just that, your Uncle Ben and I used to do that together all the time. I just thought it would make you feel more comfortable around me.” He paused, “I have to ask, are you gay?” Despite all that had happened between us, this questions still caught me off guard. I swallowed, having always told myself I wouldn’t lie if anyone ever asked, “yes. Are you?” “No,” he said suddenly, “sorry”, he quickly added. “No, I’m not gay but.” I could see he was trying to find words. “I have, you know, done stuff with guys before, just a few times that is, it’s just.” He was struggling and I wasn’t sure how to help. “Women and all, the oil fields…” “Dad,” I finally had to cut him off, “It’s okay. I get it. Don’t worry. And don’t worry about last night. It won’t change anything.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I’m sure.” He let out a deep sigh, he had clearly spent the night worrying about all this. “Great,” he said standing up. “So, what do you want for breakfast? “Dad!” I said suddenly, “you’re, you’re still naked?” I hadn’t noticed while he was sitting down. He chuckled, “yeah, you’ve seen me naked before.” He shrugged, “I guess that is something else we should talk about. I’m, well, I guess you can say I’m a nudist. I’ve never been completely comfortable in clothes. So I try not to wear them as often as I can get away with. Never had much of a chance sharing that place with all those guys over the last year, so kinda nice to finally…” He trailed off, the concerned look returning to his face. “Oh, umm, you know, if you aren’t comfortable I can, I mean, I should have…” I cut him off again, “No, no Dad it’s, it’s fine, just unexpected.” “Are you sure? Like I said, this is your home too, I want you to be comfortable here.” “Yeah Dad, really, in fact,” this part should have been much easier after coming out, but for some reason it was still a bit of a struggle. “I’m sort of an nudist too.” “Really?” “Yeah, well, I have never had a lot of time to be naked, you know, living with Mom and all.” “Well, this is our home now, do whatever makes you happy.” He turned around and started digging in one of the cabinets. Man, I thought, I wish everyone could have a Dad as cool as mine. Dad pulled some bowls out of the cupboard as I stood up and slipped my gym shorts off. “By the way,” he said, turning back to me. He smiled at seeing me undressed, “I was thinking about dinner tonight. I frequent this bar down the street, it has some good food. Well it has okay food. I thought we could go there tonight, I want to show you off to my buddies.” “Yeah, sure, that would be great.” “Great, you want some Raisin Bran or Frootloops.” Dad clearly wasn’t a gourmet in the kitchen. *** The rest of the day went by fairly uneventfully. Dad and I stayed in the nude all day. We even went out back to sun ourselves a bit in the backyard. I had forgotten how good it felt being outside naked. As awkward as the morning’s conversation had been, it really seemed to have been the push we both needed. It seemed we could now be completely open and honest with each other, about anything. This is a feeling I don’t think I had ever felt with anyone before. When Uncle Ben’s name came up again, Dad didn’t even hesitate to fill me in on the details, something that had never really been spoken around me before. Uncle Ben was only a year younger than my Dad. He and Dad were very close growing up. It turns out Dad didn’t come from a very happy home himself. When they were young, they got into all sorts of trouble together. But when my Dad knocked up my Mom, he started working to support his new family. Ben, on the other hand, didn’t have that responsibility, and kept going down the self-destructive road he and Dad had once been on together. This, unfortunately, led to some really bad decisions. One of which landed him in prison. Dad explained how he used to go visit Ben in the slammer from time to time. He hadn’t had a chance over the past year, what with living so far away. “Now that I am back, I really should go visit him” he thought out loud. “Actually, you should come too. He would love to finally meet you.” I had very vague memories of Ben. I was only about 5 when he was put away. I remember him being big and old, but then all adults look big and old to a child. *** Evening came quickly so Dad and I went upstairs to get dressed. I threw on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers. Dad came out of his room in jeans, istanbul travesti boots and a wife beater and, of course, his trusty cap. We left the house, walked along the U-Pull It fence, and turned the corner. We passed the building with its windows blocked out. Dad just ignored it, but I was now able to see the sign on the door. “XXX Adult Bookstore and Arcade” with “18+ Only” underneath. `Adult Arcade’, I thought, what is that? I didn’t ask, but picked up the pace to catch up with Dad. The bar was just down from the bookstore. When we entered Dad greeted the bartender like an old friend. “Chuck!” Dad said, shaking the man’s hand, “How are you doing?” “Mike!” He said, happily taking his hand, “doing well.” He reached for a glass, “The usual?” “Of course. Chuck, I’d like you to meet my son, Ian.” Dad gestured to me, as I walked up to the bar. “Ian!” he said, reaching out and taking my hand too. “Nice to finally meet you.” His handshake was powerful, about right for this large beefy man. “Your Dad talks alot about you.” “He does?” I asked, looking back at Dad, who just smiled. “Of course, awfully proud of you, that Dad of yours.” He continued to pour Dad’s beer, “so, what can I get you boys.” As Dad ordered, I looked around the bar. This place had to be the definition of a dive bar. It was a long, skinny building with wood paneled walls. Fake leather stools lined the bar, while small tables lined the opposite wall. I could see a pool table, dart boards and a pinball machine in the back. This place was really dark. Most of the light coming from above the bar, from the hanging Budweiser, pool table light in the back, and from the various neon beer signs hanging on the walls. Dad ordered some wings and a quesadilla for us, and a soda for me. We sat at the bar, eating and chatting with Chuck. Dad continued to introduce me to other guys that came into the bar, all were, apparently, regulars that Dad had made friends with. Most of them were rough looking guys, many with beards and tattoos. However, they all seemed really nice and pleased to meet me. After a while, Dad even started a game of pool with me and two of his friends. At one point, when Dad went up to get another beer, his friend Frank put his muscular tattoo covered arm around me. “Your old man used to be pretty wild in his day.” “Yeah?” I asked, adding chalk to my pool cue. “Oh yeah, ask him about Buxom Bambi sometime,” he laughed, making a cupping motion under his chest, “he’s got some hot stories about her. He also drank me under the table one time. The man used to really be able to hold his liquor.” Frank let out a sigh. “No, but seriously, your Dad is a good guy, and he is very proud of you.” I smiled as Dad came back with drinks and we continued to play. It was getting late and I was starting to get tired. Dad, on the other hand, was having a good old time. The bar had never been particularly crowded, but it got busier at one point, but now it had died down again. Just he, I, and a handful of his buddies were left. Dad had just lost an arm wrestling match against Frank, and another guy had sat down to take Frank on. Dad got up and chugged the rest of his beer. “Hey Dad,” I said, “it’s getting late. I think I am going to head home.” “Oh, is it, I hadn’t noticed. I’ll close out the tab and…:” “No, that’s fine.” I didn’t want to spoil his good time. “Go have another beer, you’re having a good time.” “Are you sure? This is only our second night together?” “It’s fine Dad, we will have plenty of other nights. Besides, you need time with your friends too, just like I will when school starts,” I lied. I didn’t expect to have any more friends here then I did at my last school. “Well, okay then, I’ll see you back at home.” I said goodbye to Chuck and a few of the other guys and headed out. I was surprised at how dark it was outside. There weren’t as many streetlights around here as I had expected. I walked past a guy in his 20’s standing outside the bookstore, smoking. I slowed down to take a closer look at the sign, still wondering what an `adult arcade’ was. “You going in?” the guy asked. “Umm, I don’t know. What is an adult arcade?” I asked timidly. He tossed his smoke into the street, “come on in and find out,” he pulled open the door, then paused to look at me. “You 18?” he asked. I had opened my mouth to answer when he said with a grin, “Of course you are.” and walked in, I followed. In contrast to the dark and dirty outside, the inside was brightly lit. The walls, ceiling and floor were all bright white. One look at the merchandise made it clear just what this store was. All the walls were filled with DVD Covers of porn movies, black signs above each spelled out there genre, “BBW”, “Latina” “Barely Legal” “Gang Bang” “Gay”. The floor was full of stands with different types of products, mostly dildos, vibrators and different kinds of lube. A few manikins stood about wearing sexy lingerie. The guy, I could now tell was an employee, went around the counter and fumbled with some stuff before pulling out a little white card. He handed it to me and gestured to the back of the store. “I think you can figure it out yourself.” In the back there was a doorway, covered with black plastic, a large red, neon sign hung above that read “Arcade”. I took a deep breath, and headed back. Unlike the front of the store, the arcade was dark, the floor, walls and ceiling were painted a dark gray, and the blue lights were few and far between. Passing under the plastic I saw a glass display case, illuminated by rope lights. There were about 50 different DVD covers on display, each had a number under them. As I progressed further, I found myself in a labyrinth of hallways lined with numbered doors. I shrugged and went into the first one I saw. Inside I found myself in a small booth, with a bench. A small TV was in the corner, and a little machine on the wall that said “insert card”. I looked at the card the clerk gave me, and inserted it. The TV came on and the channel and volume buttons lit up. I quickly understood what this place was. As I flicked through the channels, each of the porn kadıköy travesti movies on display were playing on their respective channels. Nice. After a moment, I realized I wasn’t exactly alone. There was a glory hole to my right and a cock head had just slipped through. Well, now this is what I am talking about! I knew exactly what to do now. I took that dick in my hand, and went down on it. As I sucked, the woman in the porn began to scream. This was a killjoy, so without letting the cock out of my mouth, I reached over and clicked the channel buttons till a guy getting fucked came on the screen. The only thing I knew I would miss about my old home was that park bathroom gloryhole, but with this place so close to the house, I knew I was going to be very happy here. I kept working that dick letting my saliva drip down onto the floor. It didn’t take long to get my reward. The familiar salty taste of cum filled my mouth, what a perfect dessert. After the guy in the adjoining stall left, I pulled the card out of the machine, and everything went black. I slipped out of the booth and started wondering. The arcade was a labyrinth of booths, there were a few other guys just milling about. In the far back corner, there was a big burly guy with a thick beard, boots, a button down plaid shirt and a cowboy hat. We made eye contact, he smiled, nodded at me, and headed into the stall at the very back of the arcade. I was a little unsure of myself, but with a load of cum in my stomach already, I knew I couldn’t stop now. I followed him into the booth. This was a much bigger booth than the other. It had a large TV and a futon. The man was sitting down and unbuttoning his shirt revealing big hairy pecs. He had already turned the porn on. With the light of the TV I could now see a metal buffalo skull attached to the belt that ran around his hat. I walked over and sat down next to him. He undid his belt buckle, unzipped his pants, and pulled out one of the largest pieces of uncut meat I had ever seen and started stroking. I did the same. After a few moments, I reached over and started jacking his dick, before getting on my knees between his legs and taking the monster in my mouth. I couldn’t hear his moans of ecstasy over those on the TV, but I figured I was still doing a good job. It took some work to get it all in, but finally I went for it and deepthroated his thick shaft. I didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but I could still feel that feeling when the tip of his cock slid down my throat. I had planned to pull up right away, but his big rough hands clapped on the back of my head and kept me there. He was clearly enjoying himself. A moment later he let me up for a gasp of air. He leaned over and removed his shirt completely. “Undress for me boy.” he said. Well, this was something different I thought. I stood up, grabbed my shirt from behind my head and pulled it over my head. I kicked my shoes off and let my pants slip to the floor. “Oh fuck,” he moaned looking at me, “what a nice young body.” He stood up and got very close to me, breathing down my neck and whispered, “can I fuck you.” My ass has been hungry for weeks now. I placed my hands on his large hairy chest, and could feel my ass begging for it. “Oh god yes” I whispered back. “Lay on your back,” he gestured to the futon. I did as I was told. With his cowboy hat still on, and jeans around his boots, he crawled on top of me. He hocked a major loogie onto his dick and began stroking it. Oh shit, I thought, I am going to need more lube than that. But it was too late. I could feel his cock head press on my asshole. I grabbed the padding of the futon as it popped in. My rectum stretched to accommodate his thick cock, I should have cried out in pain, but the ecstasy took over. I wanted it so bad. He was fully inside of me now. I loosened my grip on the futon, and rubbed his sexy chest some more. He slowly started thrusting inside of me. “Oh fuck kid, your ass is so tight.” “Yeah? You like it?” “Oh fuck yeah”. The futon creaked under our movements. I stretched both my arms and legs around him, pulling him close to me. His thrusts became swifter and I could feel drops of his sweat splattering on me. His balls were now slapping my ass, his wet chest hair rubbing up against mine. His breathing got faster, he clearly wanted to get off quick. “Where do you want me to cum?” “Oh fuck, come inside of me. Please come inside of me.” “Yeah? You wanna get bread? You a fucking cum dump boy?” “Yes, sir.” “Oh fuck,” I could feel him getting close “Oh fuck!….OH FUCK!” His last thrust that finally got him off was so forceful it made me hit my head on the metal bar of the futon, but I didn’t care. I could feel his dick throb in my ass as his hot cream filled up my guts. He thrusted a few more times, but more gently now. He raised himself up and looked me in the eyes. “God damn, you are a hot boy, hope we can do this again sometime.” It was at that moment I realized we weren’t alone. I had forgotten to lock the door behind me. There were two other men standing in the booth watching us, each having their cocks out of their fly. Although I was a little embarrassed, it also felt kind of hot. Suddenly, and without warning, I felt the pop of his cock pulling out of my ass. He stood up, pulled up his pants, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and walked out. He didn’t even acknowledge the other two men as he passed, but did turn to me briefly and tip his hat. The silver buffalo head flashed as it reflected the light. I laid there for a moment, almost unable to move. This was clearly the sign the other two guys wanted, they both moved toward me. Fuck, I thought, do I want to do this, but at the same time I figured, I’m already here, why the fuck not. The first guy, a latino, climbed on top of me. Without saying a word, he pressed his cock head onto my ass. Thanks to all the cum that was already in there, he slid in easily. He started fucking. The second guy, a tall skinny white guy with a ponytail came up to me and slapped me in the face with his dick. I opened my mouth, and he slid inside. For the first time in my life, I had a cock bakırköy travesti in both my ass and mouth at the same time. The latino guy didn’t last long, he mumbled something in Spanish before depositing the second load of the night into my ass. After he nutted, he quickly pulled out and left without a word. The other guy was enjoying his BJ. I could hear him moan with pleasure as I deepthroated his cock. I could feel the two loads of cum mixing around inside my ass. I was trying to be sure to keep them in there, but some of it was already starting to leak out. “Yeah, suck that cock you fag,” the guy said. In no time, the second load entered my stomach. Like the latino guy, the pony tail guy up and left without a word. I was just about to get up and get dressed when I heard the door open again. I looked up to find that clerk who had let me in. “I see you are having a good time. I knew you would be popular. Mind if I have a turn?” He didn’t give me a chance to answer. He locked the booth door, and started to undress. I remained on the futon, legs spread, cum slowly dripping out of me. The clerk unzipped his pants to reveal a hard, cut cock, with a large prince-albert piercing. I had only seen these in porn before. “You like kid?” “Well, it’s different.” “You will get used to it. Stand up.” I stood. He then grabbed me by the waist, turned me around, and bent me over the futon. He fingered my hole for a moment, “damn boy, you are a little slut. No wonder my customers are leaving so happy.” I felt the cold metal of the PA touch my ass, I shivered. I wasn’t sure about this, but he pushed in anyway. The feeling of his cock and that ring in my ass was overwhelming. He quickly started pounding me as I held on to the futon frame. Unlike the other guys, however, the clerk didn’t cum right away. After a few minutes of fucking me, he pulled out and laid down on the futon, and pulled off his shirt. I climbed on top of him and sat on his dick. I played with his nipples, which were also pierced, as my own cock slapped on his belly. “You got a big load for me?” I asked. “Fuck yeah, you know it.” “Give it to me then.” “Yeah, you want it you dirty cumdump?” “Yeah, I want it bad” With that, he threw his head back, and the third load of the night was blasted into my ass. “Nice kid.” He chuckled as I climbed off of him. I sat on the futon, exhausted. He got up and picked up my shirt from the ground. I looked at him as he used it to wipe off his cum covered cock. Then he tossed it to me with a grin. He got dressed and left. I put my shorts and shoes back on, but didn’t put on the cum soaked shirt. I think he meant it to be sexy, but it came off more as a jerk move. But I wasn’t going to worry myself about it. I left the back booth and started to exit. The arcade was dead at this point, but as I reached the front, I noticed that the booth next to the one with the glory hole was in use. I was really tired, so I almost kept walking. But at the last minute decided to turn around and go in. Why not suck one more load out, what harm could it do. I closed and locked the booth, and used the card to turn on the TV, quickly selecting a porn channel I liked. It wasn’t long before a hard, uncut cock slid through the glory hole. I stroked it a few times before going down on it. This dick seemed to fit my mouth perfectly. As I picked up the pace I could hear deep moaning coming from the other side of the wall. I knew this guy wasn’t going to take very long to cum. Sure enough, in just a few moments cum was once again filling my mouth. Damn, this guy came gallons, so much so, I almost choked on it, but I wasn’t going to let any of this man juice go to waste. The dick slipped back out of the hole. I sat there, catching my breath, when something unexpected happened. The dick was replaced by a mouth. The guy in the other booth wanted to suck me. I had always been the one sucking cock, it never occurred to me that someone would want to suck mine. With a little hesitation, I tapped his tongue with my cock head and slowly pushed it in. Fuck, I thought I was a good cock sucker, but this guy was an expert. His tongue was pressed so firmly to the underside of my dick that the suction it caused was exhilarating. I thought back to the other loads I took tonight, especially the guy in the cowboy hat that had first opened me up. Fuck, I hope I see him again soon. It was with the thought of his dick in my ass that I gave the man in the next booth his reward. My balls tightened, I held my breath and blasted my nut down his eager throat. Like me, I could tell that he was making sure to swallow every drop. After a moment, I pulled out and decided I should leave before I get distracted by any more horny men. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the brightly lit store again. I had walked out without my shirt on, something I doubt was appropriate, but I didn’t really care. The clerk chuckled as I walked up to him, my cum covered shirt in my hand. I went to hand the card back to him. “Na kid. Keep it. It’s unlimited. Just keep coming back and keep my customers happy. Deal?” I looked at him for a moment, then thought about the loads still swimming around in my ass. “Deal.” Stepping out to the street, I could feel the warm night air waft over my bare chest. The street was dead, but there were still some vehicles parked in front of the bar. I turned and walked home. Uh oh, I thought. It’s really late. Would Dad be pissed that I wasn’t home yet. I glanced at my phone. No messages, but it was well after midnight. The house was dark when I arrived. I quietly slipped into the front door and went up the stairs. I peered into Dad’s room, maybe he was asleep already. In the shadows I could tell, nope, his bed was empty. I breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t home yet. He must be having a really good time at the bar. I went into my room. Without turning the lights on, I kicked off my shoes and shorts, tossed my cum covered shirt in the corner and crawled into bed. Just as I was laying down, I heard the front door open and Dad climbing the stairs. I rolled over, pretending to be asleep. He will just think I have been home this whole time. I heard him kick off his boots, and his pants hit the floor, then came down the hall to my room, he was clearly checking on me. It felt like he waited at my door for a moment, before he walked back to his own room. K. Porter
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