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Subject: Rebuilding the Bond Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Dad was really impressed when I told him I had gotten a job over dinner that night. “I’m proud of you Ian. I’ll have to stop by and see old Ernie. Tell him to look out for you.” “You know Ernie?” I said, slopping some of my Mac & Cheese onto the table. “Oh yeah, ol’ Ern and I go way back. He actually came into the bar the other night, not too long after you left.” I could feel my face getting a little hot. Would Ernie tell Dad about our little employment arrangement? No, he wouldn’t, I thought, that would mean telling him he had fucked me. I took a breath and put it out of my mind. “We will need to celebrate,” Dad said happily, “let’s go back to the bar on Friday night. You can tell the boys all about your new gig.” *** The rest of the week went by surprisingly uneventfully. I worked two other days at the lot, mostly just mining the register. On Friday afternoon, a few new junked cars came in. Ernie asked me to go out into the lot and clean them out. I had sweated right through my shirt when I got back inside. While Ernie was helping someone with car batteries, I slipped into the bathroom. This was a small room, with plywood walls. A single toilet and sink, and a makeshift shower in the corner Ernie had built for himself. I figured it wasn’t a good idea to use it when we were open, plus my shift was almost over, I figured I would just shower at home. However, I still peeled off my shirt and tossed it over the toilet tank to dry a bit. The walls of this room were covered with pin-ups, all in some form of sexy, naked pose. Just above the sink was a vintage image of a large breasted woman, her legs spread to reveal her curly bush. Men, I thought, as I bent over to splash cold water on my face. It was then that I heard the click of the door behind me, I hadn’t bothered to lock it. “Sorry, I said under the water, be out in a second.” I heard the door click again and the lock latch. “Take your time.” Said an unfamiliar voice from behind me. I reached for a paper towel as I turned off the water and stood up. Behind me stood a young man, not too much older than me. He was cute, with a boyish face, and light blond hair. But his cut off shirt revealed istanbul travesti his big, strong, dark tan arms. I was reaching for my shirt and saying “I’ll get out of your way,” when he walked up to me. “Ernie got me the batteries I need, and said you can give me something else that I need.” He started to unzip his pants, it was then I could see the wedding ring on his oil stained finger. I was tired, and didn’t feel like sucking dick right now, but this is what Ernie had really hired me to do. I got on my knees, took his cut cock in my hand, and started licking the head. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of the sink behind me. I could feel his shirt caress the top of my head as I slowly took more and more of his shaft in my mouth. This guy must be a mechanic, I thought, as my nostrils filled with the smell of oil, gas and other car odors. I had gotten used to that smell on the guys that came in here. The ones that were mechanics by trade really had this manly smell about them, the ones that were just fixing up an old car for fun, didn’t. I wondered if his mechanic buddies knew he was getting a BJ from a guy? Surely his wife didn’t. I had fished his balls out from his underwear and was now passing them between my fingers. “Suck it you fag.” He said between ever deepening breaths. I felt that speed was what was really going to get this guy off, so I tightened my grip on his shaft, and sped up my movements. Suddenly, he pulled himself out of my mouth and reached down, grabbing his dick. With two quick tugs, ropes of warm cum splattered on my face and on my stomach. He stood there, breathing for a moment. I moved forward and licked the final drops of cum off his cock head. Pulling some toilet paper off the nearby roll, he stood up, and cleaned off his dick. “Thanks, I needed that.” He tossed the wad of paper in the toilet, turned around, and walked out. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. Two large ropes of cum covered my face. With a smile, I took out my phone, and snapped a picture of myself. A few moments later I stepped back out to the shop, all cleaned up. The man had left. Ernie just smiled at me as he paid me the cash he owed me for my week’s work. *** kadıköy travesti Damn, I thought as I walked home, this must be the hottest day of the summer so far. What am I going to do at home? With no AC, it’s going to be just as hot in there as it is out here. I had just walked past the adult bookstore when I decided to double back. Pulling open the door I was greeted with a blast of cold air.. I hadn’t been back since my first visit. I figured I might as well get some use out of this unlimited card. I didn’t recognize the clerk at the desk, some younger guy with a lot of piercings and tattoos. He didn’t say anything as I flashed him my pass, he just waved me in. Even though it was Friday, it was still the afternoon, so, of course, the arcade was dead. However, this gave me a good opportunity to really get a good lay of the land. The smaller booths were in front. These were the ones with small bench seating that were clearly designed for just one person. Only one of the booths had a glory hole carved into it, the booth I had used on my first visit. In the middle there were several dead end hallways that linked to a few other small booths and some mid-sized booths. These boots were bigger, but still had bench seating, one or two also had a folding chair inside. In the middle was a bathroom. This was lit by a fluorescent light, which was a bit jarring when you first entered from the dark hallway. The bathroom was just plywood walls, with a toilet, sink, trash can and broken mirror. Finally, in the back, were the large booths. Each of these having a futon or two. Obviously these were for group fun. Realizing there wasn’t anyone else in the arcade, I headed back to the front. I figured I might as well watch some porn in the glory hole booth while I cool down. Maybe I’ll get lucky. I completely undressed after I locked the booth door and started up the TV. After watching two different scenes, one of a bareback orgy and a second of a “straight” guy going gay for pay, I heard someone enter the booth next to me. It didn’t take long for a swollen cock to slide through the hole. “Hurry up in there,” a low gruff voice whispered, “I gotta get back to work.” Yes sir, I thought, and immediately bakırköy travesti began sucking with all my might. Using my thumb and forefinger for extra pressure I bobbed up and down on his swollen, cut shaft, doing my best to get him to cum as quickly as possible. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the glory hole at that park. Now I remembered how thrilling it is, servicing an anonymous man. Before I realized it, the man in the other booth was grunting. A flood of cum began filling my mouth as his dick spasmed. Some of it had slipped out of the corners of my mouth and was drizzling down my chin. I swallowed hard as the last few drops entered my mouth, and he pulled out. “Thanks” I heard as he quickly zipped up and exited his booth. I wiped the jizz off my chin, and turned my attention back to the TV. A new scene had started, a younger, skinny twink was on all fours while an older man, with graying hair, was pounding him from behind. “Fuck me” the twink was saying, “yeah Daddy, fuck me.” “Oh yeah, take your Dad’s cock son.” Responded the older man. This quickly brought my thoughts back to Dad, and us jacking off together the other night. “Oh fuck, I’m coming son” said the older porn actor. “Me to Dad.” I whispered. In my head the porn actor on screen now looked like my Dad, the twink, like me. My ass tightened with the thought of my Dad’s cock inside of me. “Oh Dad,” I whispered somemore, my balls tightening, “Oh fuck Dad!” The older man pulled out of the boy, and shot three ropes of cum along his back. At the same time, three ropes of cum shot out of my dick, splattering across my chest and belly. One glob hitting me on the chin. I sat there for a few moments, breathing deeply. I didn’t realize how much I needed to get off, but clearly I did. I slipped my pants back on, and headed to the bathroom to clean off. I stood there looking at myself, shirtless in the mirror, thinking about how hard I had just come. Did I really want my dad, sexually? That was wrong, I thought, but was it? Why would it be wrong? We have already jacked off together, and this made me feel closer to him than I ever have before. Maybe if we…had sex? Could only be better for our relationship right? Or would it ruin everything? I got lost in those thoughts. I don’t know how long I had stood there, but the cum on my chest had hardened. I cleaned off and headed out. The thought of touching my Dad, feeling my Dad, fucking my Dad, was still swimming around in my head. K.Porter
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