On Time

Hope you like this, I enjoyed writing it. Very long, not lacking in sex, partly the story of a young man who has to learn male on male sex for a purpose beyond pleasure. And an unusual ending.....

My father is one of the most punctual people I have ever known. Sounds like a time crank? He wasn’t, just believed that, as Louis XVIII said, (in French) “Promptness is the courtesy of kings.” He would have given my Dad a title, no one, absolutely no one was more prompt.

Yet...this day the last thing I wanted him to be was….on time. Sitting in his kitchen with a man he hadn’t seen in twenty years, I prayed he’d be T-barred, rear ended, run out of gas...anything to delay his arrival but….whatever happened, he would arrive at which point twenty years of silence would find words. I knew he would be on time and I hated that if only because I feared it would shatter his life as it almost had once before. The man sitting next to me was the cause so his return was hardly welcome; Foreclosure or a meteorite falling through the ceiling would be but his presence promised worse, a return to 20 years ago, a time that made me cringe as my memories were diamond clear, diamond hard and as damaging...Maybe.

I heard the car door slam, didn’t even need to look at the clock or see the door to the kitchen open. There was Dad. My handsome, 45 year old father, reaching up to undo his tie, not yet taking in the view until he turned to smile at me only the smile died. I stood up. “Dad, please…..”

He walked to me, said in my ear, “Son, it’s gonna be alright, you and this….just sit here, give me a few moments, I’ll be back. It’s okay, you’ll see.” Kissed me on my cheek, patted my ass as he passed me leaving a room filled with apprehension.

The man tried to speak.

“Don’t….just….don’t. Sit there, wait, he’ll be back, deal with you but now, just don’t.”

And so we sat. I could feel a trail of sweat start beneath my collar, trace down my spine then curl into my ass. Cold sweat, sweat that comes not from fear but knowing the situation, knowing you will be part of it but mostly, thinking how I loved my father, how just then I wanted to stand beside him, be his valet, help him undress while his gray eyes did not move, just stared at a wall while he dropped whatever he removed to the floor. Not being there, I swallowed, I wished I could wonder what would happen but somehow I knew. The man next to me knew. Sweat was falling from his face. It should.

This man had almost caused my Father to go to prison for 20 years based on lies he’d told. We were in the last phases of the trial, the jury was about to be sent out to deliberate, I was seated behind Dad, had heard it all and knew there was every reason to fear a verdict. After all, he was the accused, he was the monster from the papers who had raped a young boy, kept him, sodomized him, physically damaged him. The son of a neighbor, the sort of person you trust. Listening to the kid testify as to the horrors done to him...only my love for my father, my faith and belief in him stopped me from thinking….he is guilty. I am going to be disillusioned but, he’s guilty.

But we had a miracle; Some cop, who’d not initially been called to the ‘scene of the crime’ remembered that two years before that, this same lying, cocksucking, sonofabitching kid had tried the same thing in another town. While the jury stayed seated, the court asked for records from another jurisdiction, read them….then it was all over.

My father was offered the opportunity to press civil charges, which he did not do-we’d been in the papers enough-but only asked that this monster be taken away on criminal charges and kept wherever as long as could be done. He was a juvenile so that effectively meant until he was 18 but the court, outraged (it was a word the judge used) added the stipulation that the (now) defendant be transferred to an adult facility for an additional five years.

So now this man who would have destroyed my father sat in our kitchen having appeared at the front door some hours earlier, wanted in, wanted to speak to Dad now sat waiting to do just that, speak to him.

Behind us I heard footsteps which could only be made by boots….ones I knew...ones I hoped he would wear. And the rest. All the rest.

He stood in front of us clad in tight leather up to the metal collar around his neck. His eyes were covered with silver aviator glasses, his short cropped hair jauntily covered with a leather garrison cap, same color as the leather. There was a crop stuck in one boot, a gun in the wide belt around the waist of his tightly buttoned tunic, a pair of leather gloves in one hand, the other reached for me.

“Get away from him, Son, get away.” I did. “Go change your clothes, I can see the water on your shirt….take your time….we have all the rest of the day.” He took me in his arms, hugged me, whispered in my ear, “Match…..” Without looking back I walked toward my room not even wondering what I’d find when I’d showered, as Dad had, dried and put on my clothes, the ones that matched his. Only difference? I carried a whip.

After the mess was over, after the press went away, after the story was no longer even mentioned on the ‘anniversary’, after it was no longer used as an example-except in some legal documents-of how the young cannot always be thought to be honest, Dad became the man I finally knew and now love. I remember the night he came into my room, naked, sat on the edge of my bed, took me in his arms and whispered his secrets. All of them.

I was 19 so what he said, what he explained, not that an explanation was really necessary, made perfect sense to me but Dad had the honesty and the courage to tell me.

It explained everything; He was a quiet homosexual, couple of fetishes but one of which was NOT little boys.

After the trial we’d left town, almost broke-his legal costs had been enormous-had to sell the house, my mother had left him when the first charges were revealed...the divorce took over half but….me. In some judge’s chambers, she’d pitched a New York fit when I’d elected to stay with my father...this was before the verdict.  I wonder, now, if she wasn’t secretly pleased, theirs had not been a particularly happy marriage so this excuse to shed him was a gift from God….shadowed only by her recalcitrant son who, in her mind, had sympathized with the Devil Incarnate. Last I saw of her was in a flurry of questionable tears when she flounced out the door yelling at me that I’d be sorry, just wait, I’d be sorry. My father, who was there in handcuffs brought from jail where he was kept the whole time until the end, looked down, I looked up, we smiled at each other. Taking him in my arms just before the deputies took him away all he said was, “Cooper, I love you, Thank You for loving me.” He was  being moved away as I tried to kiss him….

An Uncle, my father’s brother, decided whatever had really happened, I deserved a home so he took me. Straight Arrow military, we lived on a base, then another base where I grew up-rather fast-the trial took almost three years-in so many ways-until that last day. My final conversation with him took place while I waited for my father to be released from court, exonerated, to take me with him. Uncle Zach wasn’t an unkind man but, military as all hell, no matter the verdict, he bore then and would forever, the slight notion that there was something….something that had to have happened; He was right but….he was also wrong. Did he know the secrets? Yes, many years earlier he’d been told  but given his starched outlook on life, whether he believed what he’d been told?

That night on my bed in an apartment that was only just one step above a flop house, I was told that….the kid had come on to him, pulled down his pants, tried to suck him, tried to make him fuck him….he was the son of a neighbor so avoiding him was impossible but, eventually, when Dad, in anger and desperation, put him over his lap and spanked him (he didn’t even pull down his pants) the little toady ran home and told the tale about his ‘violation’; The cops were there within an hour.

In our home with my mother-not surprisingly in a state of shock-I stopped living for a time, just went from day to day not believing yet dealing with the very adult things I was forced to confront, mainly, the trial, the divorce….didn’t seem important; Under the circumstances a hurried up decree was issued which led to my making the decision. Worse, I was examined by doctors and psychiatrists desperate to find some proof, even the slightest suggestion that I, like the liar next door, was a victim; They never did.

Visiting Dad was...the hardest thing I’d done. Warned that we’d be listened to, any suggestion that would prove charges against him correct, we confined ourselves to the nonsensicals, football scores of teams we didn’t give a damn about, going fishing, how I was doing in school? We had to communicate with our eyes, me trying to not let him see how desperately lonely I was, how much I missed him, learning to avoid tears is not a talent a young man should ever have to learn. And, of course, no touching, couldn’t even shake his hand. Apparently they believed he would see a young man, even his son, lose his senses, grab me so….he was cuffed to the table between us. I guess it could have been worse, some prisoners could only communicate with visitors on telephones as they were separated by a heavy glass pane. Seeing those cuffs…..once when I got back to the base, I found one of the security officers, asked him to cuff me….he wouldn’t do it, told my uncle. I was whipped. Why? I suppose he feared there might be something of my father in me, being cuffed just….proved my future career in some twisted way. Secretly I stole a set from the guard house, would click them on  one wrist in a dark room at night, slept in them, thought  of Dad….dreamed we were cuffed together on a road gang, naked, being whipped when we stumbled or seemed to look at another man. I still have those bracelets, always will.

When Dad got out we had virtually nothing. The divorce and his legal bills wiped out every nickle of savings, he’d had to sell the house, no accounts with anything, American Express had left home without us, couple of credit cards that had, maybe, a few hundred bucks, that was it ….about all we had were my car, my clothes and some few of his things I’d rescued; During the divorce mom had thrown out most of his clothing, everything. And, of course, straight out of a very public trial, even one ending in his favor, his job potential was….zero.

Loading up what was left in my car we just started driving until we came to a city we didn’t know, hopefully wouldn’t know us, found the very basic lodgings and set about generating some income. I’d graduated from High School and, of course, he was a college graduate but to reveal that was to also give his real name; It was too soon, he found out, one place that was interested in him quietly withdrew their offer….didn’t say why, didn’t have to.

When you are that down and scratching for anything you can get, you take whatever comes along, even if it’s only for a few days and not much money. One goal was to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, and some form of communication. I had an old lap top but when I say old, the last time I’d taken it to a computer place to see if it could be worked on, the best they could do was keep it running but with no promises as to how much longer.

That first Christmas was courtesy the Salvation Army, probably the first time he’d ever accepted charity in his life but was grateful...to the point after we’d eaten he helped clean up, planted a smile on his face, spoke to sad looking people, tried to be cheerful; It was an act of kindness that was rewarded. One of the men who sponsored the meal noticed him,  saw he was just someone who was in a bad patch, admired the fact that he had his son with him, that they were trying to find Christmas where it often wasn’t. Good thing we had my car. The man offered him a night auditor job at one of the large motel chains on the Interstate. While the pay wasn’t great, it came with a full meal-and  some kind cook in the  coffee shop fixed a breakfast for two for him to bring home to us-which left him with the day to scout around, see what he could find.

If nothing else, being young and healthy got me a number of quicky jobs where all that was needed was someone young and strong; That was me. Don’t know why but every chance I’d had, and there’d been a gym, I’d used it. One thing left over from my years on the base was a card that, if I could drive to it, there was a gym. Dad started going with me during the day…..the exercise seemed to cheer him plus doing some father/son things that didn’t involve avoiding hunger of looking for shelter helped. Several times, cuz I knew how they worked, I claimed to be waiting for my Uncle so they let us bunk in the BOQ for a couple of nights. Real hot showers, flush toilets that worked, warm beds….free food….made me want to enlist if just to stay in and warm.

Of course, that couldn’t last so back to our ‘apartment’ after committing the first robbery; We took some bedding from the BOQ-we had to sleep together if only for body warmth-as well as from a supply room for officers who showed up without toothpaste, razors, soap, as much as we could sneak out and not be noticed. Also, some shirts, plain  blue, were good for Dad to look for work in; He’d found a whole, good suit at a thrift place which went well with the shirts. I never told him but….found stole Air Force issue brogans, brand new, which he wore. Altogether he didn’t have the look of poverty….sorry to say, I did. But it was more important for him to look good, he had the earning power, I didn’t. At least not the kind of earning power we needed.

One morning he came in carrying the food from the kitchen, found me trying to stitch up some pants and….that turned it for him. He stood there, tears falling, swearing his son would have real pants…. ran out saying only he might not be back until the next day leaving me five dollars on the table. I’d also filched an officer’s overcoat which, with some work, didn’t look like something military, just a gentleman’s good, blue  top coat and that was my dad, a good, kind gentleman.  I would have stolen, committed any crime to get him what he needed….because what he needed was his dignity...if we could  just get him that….I figured all would improve.

When he came back, longer gone than he’d said, there was a darkness about him that told me not to ask….though I thought I knew; The five hundred dollars made a comment.

Most of the stores and shops near where we lived were family owned so didn’t need any help. One or two of them would slip me a tenner if I helped them unload a truck but that was all...still, ten was ten, it could buy something we needed which meant everything as that’s about what we needed.

A few blocks away there was a bar, saloon more like it, the trade consisted of the men who worked in the warehouses, occasional truckers who wandered in while their trailers were unloaded, a few locals….When the weather got really cold...the guy behind the bar, who also owned part of it-lived above it actually-would let me come in, give me a coffee, just make sure I wasn’t too near where liquor was being served. Sometimes a trucker would need a man to help him unload; My buddy the bartender would see that I got the job and, twice, actually went out over the road, just overnight, but it was a great change, the man I went with was cool, had a good time. Only thing….I’d never shared a bed-his tractor had a sleeper-with a man, except my father who I slept with every night; A place with two beds was a luxury of which we only dreamed. Initially Dad wasn’t keen on my doing this, made a point to meet the driver then, reluctantly, let me go.

While the money wasn’t great, getting out of the city was a big deal also part of the load was consigned to a department store but, when we arrived, the cases hadn’t been properly packed so they refused to accept the clothing. I gulped and asked my buddy, the driver, if, maybe, there was anything my size or my father’s size could I have it? Funny, he just laughed, said insurance had paid for all of it, I could take as much as I could carry, fact was when we got back to town, he’d pull up to our place, let us go through, find what we wanted….after that, he’d just donate it to the Salvation Army.

Dad was amazed. There was a lot more than we’d thought, for the first time in….a long time, we both had clean underwear, new socks, several pair of jeans, shirts, he got some good looking ties, shirts that weren’t Air Force Blue, it was Christmas. Only thing...Dad wanted to do something for this nice guy….but we didn’t have much, too embarrassed to let him sleep over in our dump of an apartment, no way to offer him a drink or a meal, couldn’t even let him park his rig for very long.

Dad asked him….really wanted to do something, anything to repay him for all he’d done for us but...apart from our genuine thanks, a welcome when ever he came through...what?

Sammy, the driver, was direct with Dad; Give me your son….I promise I’ll take it easy on him, know he’s never been with a man but….he’s clean, great young man, take him with me on the road for a few weeks….He’s already done some short trips, good man….

I’d heard the conversation and knew my father would not agree to that, never. He’d offer his own body before he’d let me be...used for that was what Sammy wanted whether he said it or not. Tried not to look angry or like he’d punch the guy out but made it clear that his son, no…

From behind them all I could say was, “Dad, you gotta let me do this….we owe Sammy so much and, hell, around here, probably lucky I haven’t been fucked or beaten up or used or…..” I looked into his face. Sammy, behind me, put his arms around me, put his chin on my shoulder.

“Mister, you got one swell kid, well, man….I know you hate me and what I’m gonna do but….this is one fine man….he loves you and….look at him….he’s doing it for him, for you and, well, actually, we had a pretty good time out runnin’ around, he’s real good company.”

Dad crumpled onto the sidewalk. “Cooper, no, you can’t, you’ll be...you’ll….”

“I’ll be your son who was fucked by a man, that’s all, has happened lots of times to lots of men, I’m not afraid, Sammy is my friend...hell, who knows? I might even like it? You didn’t like fucking until the first time you tried it. Remember you’re telling me?”

He looked up, no smile but the anger was gone. Sammy offered his arm, helped him up. “Don’t want you to think I’m offering you money for...well, what we’re gonna do but I sure as shootin’ can offer to pay him what I’d pay another man to be my lumper….see he eats good….I got two guns, give one to him, cuz no body is gonna fuck around with me an’ your son….I promise you that….he’ll be safe.”

Dad looked at...somewhere. “Cooper? Do you really want to?”

“Yes Sir, I do, hell, maybe you could come with us sometime, good to get away….right Sammy?”

“The man’s right….I know about your story, hellacious, bad news all the way, I know how this goes against what you got hit with but….”

Dad took me in his arms. “Guess you better come upstairs, help me pack you up….”

“Jim, don’t worry, I’ll get him good clothes, boots, best, just like I wear...look what we just found here falling out the ass end of the trailer? Hell, Jim, we could each have whole new wardrobes.”

I knew we had to move along quickly before my father could decide he couldn’t let it happen, before I’d have to remind him I was over 21, what he did or didn’t want me to do….didn’t matter. Ten minutes later, him still standing on the sidewalk, Sammy and I pulled ourselves up into the big cab, he picked up a gear and we were moving. In a rear mirror I could see Dad standing there, surrounded by new clothes….I leaned out and waved.

We had a late start so...soon as we were out on the interstate Sammy told me to start reading signs for places to stay, look for ones that offered free breakfasts, in room hot tubs, exercise facilities….rates for truckers, anything. Funny, I’d seen those signs for years just never paid the kind of attention I was now and, damn, he was right, freebies all over the place, pretty much a matter of deciding what you most wanted, rates, food, entertainment, hot tubs, exercise rooms then pick that one.  He said we were looking for one that wasn’t a chain, offered rates plus a pool or in room entertainment, best was a hot tub...but they were hard to find. I asked him how long he wanted to roll, could use that as a judge as to how far a good looking spot might be. He looked over, rubbed my neck, said he knew he picked right, what I was asking was just what I should ask.

I finally found one, fifty miles ahead, ten miles off the freeway which was probably why they offered all that they did...including a free truck wash: We pulled in there.

Room was good sized, hot tub, smaller than I’d thought but you could get two people in in it, big bathroom, walk in shower that actually offered steam, a bench to sit on, free breakfast bar in the morning. Sammy shot me a smile. “Buddy, you’re worth it for this place alone, never would have spotted it….First thing, peel, after driving, nothing feels better than a shower, nothing and….hell, steam, too. Wow! We’ll get good and clean, real relaxed, bet the food’s good here, these country places are always better than the chains, the cooks are locals, feed families from around here so it’s gotta be good. From here on, you’re the official travel agent….” He laughed, gave my head a Dutch rub…..

The few times I’d been out with him, only once had we stopped in a motel so only once had we been naked. He had a good  body, hard to imagine how he kept it that way sitting in a truck all day, asked him. He had me remember what he’d told me to look for, places with an exercise facility, a pool, any thing that could give you a good work out and, since places varied in what they offered, over the weeks his whole body got what it needed; I knew the  best thing was swimming and most places did have a pool.

“Cooper, stand right here in front of me and strip. You can only be embarrassed once if you’re going to be embarrassed at all so if you’re going to be, get it over with now. This is just like gym class, only difference being after that, there’s another activity….” He paused, smiled, started to pull off his jacket...so did I. “After we get peeled, we’ll hit the shower, find something to eat then come back here.”

“That when you’ll, you know, take me?”

“You mean fuck you? Learn to say the word, fuck. F. U. C. K. and, yep, maybe not tonight but I am going to fuck you but, something you didn’t count on, you’re gonna fuck me….seems only fair don’t it. Also, you may suck me off in the shower which is where I’ll do the same to you. Got the menu for tonight? Good, now, lets go get wet.”

Cock sucking….well, that was a first and, bless Sammy, he did me first so I had some sort of idea. Had I watched gay porn? Sure but watching and doing have nothing in common ‘cept that both guys have hard cocks. Sammy got us really well soaped, rinsed, did it again, then lay me down on the built in bench. I noticed how really well built he was, not to mention just a nice looking guy….guess that started with his smile. He squatted down beside me, took my soft dick, worked it a bit while quietly saying things to me…. “This is just like jacking off, you just don’t need your hands, I’ll take care of that part. Feels kinda the same way, there’s a time when you feel you’re gonna cum….just try and hold back, buddy I can see when you’re ready, I’m looking forward to eating what you’re gonna serve but...hang on to it….” That’s when he leaned down, took my nuts in one hand, my meat in his mouth….that’s when I KNEW what I’d seen two guys doing on my lap top and what I was having done to me here was no the same. Nothing. Might have taken me...a minute to figure out I was going to like this. Maybe he figured that out when I put one arm around his neck, pushed up with my pelvis and hoped he could get all of me swallowed. Yeah, if this was the first time and I was the newbie, then what did the future hold? Very quickly I found what it held was...great!

My only experience with my dick, as with most guys, was with jerking off which usually felt good just nothing like this. With Sammy’s warm, moist mouth moving up my dick, his hand massaging my ball sack, the other hand grazing my tits….I was in sensory overload. All he did was, release my schlong momentarily, tell me to try and hold out, then went back to trying to stick his tongue down my piss slit while gently moving my very hard prick up and down with his hand….I think he knew I’d held off as long as possible when my abdomen spasmed, I made guttural, happy noises so, in one exercise, he clamped the flesh shut hard then released it.

All that I remember was the insanely fine sensation of suddenly knowing what was sex! Yeah, I was spurting into his mouth but my intense feeling was so much more. Eventually, I guess, I gave all I had but he wasn’t finished. Moving slowly up over my belly, across my chest, up my chin he left the barest trail of silver sperm until he reached my mouth where he fed me. Back down, licked me thoroughly, fumbled my cock, my balls, gave them a really hard squeeze then rolled to one side. When I remembered to open my eyes, I saw this….great smile on a great guy.

“Well, now you’ve had a blow job….’n always remember, even if it’s just you and your organ, always eat what it spits….”

I lay there not having feelings, not realizing anything but suddenly knowing what I wanted to do. Said nothing but took my head to his hardening stem and tried to give to him what he’d done to me. I could feel him fumble in my hair, rub my ass, get hard, take one hand, cover his nuts, just lay there letting me try and figure out what….how….when….

He had a lot more practice so withheld  until he thought I was a bit too enthusiastic and was about to spring my jaw. That’s when he let loose.

Trying to emulate him I did the same action, got all I could in my mouth, headed for his lips, sloppily dropping white drops of him here and there….what I finally fed him was, compared to what I’d received, not much but I could tell he was pleased by the way he took his finger, scooped up what I’d dropped then from mouth to mouth gave both of us the leftovers.

He held me gently saying only that it had been his pleasure and what I’d done to him….showed him more about me and my character and my willingness to learn and….that now I knew what he suspected….I liked male sex. All I could do was duck my head and nod. He scooted me to him, curled around me and while we didn’t smoke after sex, we slept…..at least for a few moments there in the shower.

It all felt great.

Another thing, toweling me off, getting me good and dry, like a massage but with occasional hugs and kisses….did the same to him. Finally, standing like two Roman Senators in the bedroom he remembered part of what we’d planned on was going to the coffee shop or restaurant or cafe or whatever they had then eating dinner. Picked up his watch from the bureau.

“Well, shit, out here, past eleven, no way they’re gonna be open….hope you’re not too hungry...get a good breakfast but, in the mean time….” He grabbed some clothes, went out the door and returned shortly with a sack and two bottles of Coke. “There’s always a drink dispenser at these places, always, count on it.” He tossed a paper bag on the bed.

“No trucker ever leaves on what might be a long run without food….some places you can’t stop, I’ll point one or two out, are just nasty. I’m not big on the chain places either, rather find some place like this cuz they’ll always make sack lunches, particularly if you’ve had a good meal, told ‘em you liked it and tipped good. That’s another thing,

Cooper, truckers, some of them at least, get a ferocious reputation….dirty, foul mouthed, too demanding...now you take us….you already got real good manners, won’t be a place we stop that won’t like you. That automatic ‘Sir’ an’ ‘Ma’am’ well, I can tell you someplace that’s gonna step up and be a big help. Bet you picked that up livin’ on the bases with your uncle.”

Couldn’t resist saying it. “Sir, yes Sir, that’s where I picked up the military lingo.”

He laughed, snapped me with a towel, tossed the food sack on the bed…..

“Before we cool down hop in, eat up, ‘n then it’s lights out…..I’d like to get a good start out in the morning….after we go down and get a good breakfast.”

It helped that I’d slept with Dad...and that, well, what we’d done earlier made us real close so climbing in with him felt….nice. Never thought about it but...Sammy was lightly furred, almost like a stuffed toy. I pushed back up against him, he put his hand over my nuts….real friendly….kissed my neck…. “Cooper, it’s gonna be real good, better ‘n you thought now, snuggle up, share some pillows get warm…..” He reached over to turn out the bedside light.

“Sammy?”

“Thanks for taking me along.” That’s when I kissed him, knew how to do it, too, kissed Dad all the time. He held me closer, made me feel warm, rustled my hair….

“One thing, gotta get you a shave down there and a decent haircut… I hate picking crotch beard outta my teeth.”

There was a surprise, one he could not have anticipated but did have a reaction….just before sleep, I remembered something, a habit...tried to quietly slip out of bed, found my bag, got a few things then, as quietly as possible put the handcuffs on my left wrist. He noticed, flicked on the lamp, took my arm, held it up…. “Cooper, what the Sam Hill are these all about?”

I ducked my head, embarrassed to tell him but knew he was owed an explanation. Told him about Dad, visiting him in prison, his hands cuffed to the counter so we couldn’t touch and how since then….I just always had cuffs, sometimes wore them during the day but always, always at night so I could dream of my father, remember him chained like an animal, so I could never forget how I loved him...broke down, cried, threw myself in Sammy’s arms. Apologized.

“No need, absolutely no need….like a man getting tatted to remember something….you use these to remember your dad, how much you love him…..Jeez,. He is one lucky dude to have a son like you, one in a million.”

He took the wrist with the cuffs, brought it to him….kissed it, looked at me. “Anytime, anywhere you wanta wear those….that’s what a man does, what he thinks he should do. Fuck, I’ll buy you an extra pair…..” He paused, I could kinda see laughter … somewhere around his face…. “Just promise me….oh holy hell promise me, you have a spare key and you’ll tell me where it is.”

I put my arms around him, held him tight, cried into the hair on his chest and, for the first time in a long time….felt free….as long as I knew it was okay to wear my cuffs.

“Ya know, Cooper, suddenly I’m real sad you’ll never fall in love with me...cuz...” In the low light I could sense him look...somewhere. “Cuz you’re a fine man, a good man….don’t get many of those and, son, you got that one quality so few sons a bitches have, Loyalty.”

“Why’d you call me ‘son’?”

“Call a lot of youngsters…..” But he stopped, I was no youngster, I was a man wearing handcuffs being held in his arms.

“Did you want a son?”

It was muffled but he said it…. “Yeah, I did but….”

“Would you suck your son?”

He looked stunned.

“Would you, I mean if he were right here and needed you to suck him off just cuz you were his father and it would mean a lot to him? Would you?”

He pondered on that...I could see where he wanted to go but, it wasn’t fear, just not wanting to take something from another man…. “Yeah, if I had a son right here and he wanted a blow job…..guess I’d have to. That’s what some fathers do.”

I touched his lips with the cuffs. “Ya know, if you can call me son, then...I guess I better figure out what to call you….dad’s out….but when you respect the man who got his sperm in you, well, I think you’d call him...Sir.” I smiled at him. I could see his eyes close to prevent a tear or two.

“Yeah, if he really respected him, like you said, had his jizz in him….Sir seems about right, son.”

I reached over, turned out the light. “Sir, we need to get some shut eye, tomorrow looks like a long, hard day….gotta check the weather first thing….”

We got comfortable, I made sure we had lots of contact, made me feel safe, cared for…

“Yeah, well, you’re the travel agent, get on that weather thing.” Kissed me, grabbed a pillow, worried it so it was comfortable….eventually we slept.

Didn’t need to check the weather, it pret’ near checked us. Just going outside then down to the restaurant we covered about half again as much territory as a straight line thanks to the wind. Took both of us to get the glass door open, fortunately it went into a foyer so everyone and everything in the place wasn’t flattened. But as to weather? I’m giving it, cold, chance of ice, maybe snow and wind from hell. Don’t think anyone will say otherwise, at least if they’ve been outside.

Like Sammy said, the place was almost like being in a kitchen, smiling people, hoping we hadn’t got too cold walking down, pouring out good sized mugs of coffee, offering cream and sugar, mentioned there were no menus, just speak up, say what we wanted, they’d try their best to get it to us; No doubt they could. Given our lack of dinner, which Sammy told them, he suggested they just try and fill up two hungry men, flashed a big smile at the nice lady who was working behind the counter.

“Well, Leon, you got a challenge, I got a fine lookin’ Dad and his lad who say they need to be stuffed...and I do not mean then hung on the wall.” We all laughed. Leon waved a spatula, said something like, “You’re on” and set to. The lady, whose name was ‘Gem’ didn’t ask but started us with large glasses of orange juice...stood there with the pitcher to see if we needed seconds….got out good sized napkins… “Well, Leon? What’s going on back there? They’s still hungry, the young one….gotta get him fed up.” She winked at me.

“Ah, Ma’am….I’ll keep.” She looked surprised. “Say that again.”

“What?”

“Ma’am.”

I was kind of embarrassed but did. She got quiet, stepped away, picked up a picture, showed us, fine looking Marine. Didn’t have to ask much. “I ain’t been called Ma’am since Donnie…..” Why? I don’t know, I stood up, reached over, gave her a hug, ‘pologized for not having a handkerchief. She looked at Sammy.

“Son, you raised him good….”

Sammy kinda ducked his head. “Uh, Ma’am, can’t take credit for that, he ain’t mine but...his Father is Aces….so’s Cooper here. Best second seat a driver ever had.”

Leon interrupted by shouting, “Order Up!!”

I have seen more food on one plate but it was a serving platter and had half a side of beef on it. Eggs, bacon, sausage, syrup, pancakes, waffles, little steak with gravy….I felt full almost immediately,

Gem seemed to take exception to something. “Is this all they get? Old man, didn’t I tell you I had Two, count ‘em TWO hungry men out here and one of ‘em looks to be an almost growed boy. This the best you can do?”

Apparently it wasn’t as Leon produced two more plates, these covered with chipped beef on toast. No one who has been around the service doesn’t know about chipped beef, sometimes called, “Shit on a shingle” but I liked it….sorry we couldn’t take it with us although just how…..?

It was a warm, happy place. I was glad Sammy had us all cleaned up, fresh clothes, smart looking jackets, well fitted canvass work pants, double buckled boots well shined, even a bandanna around our necks...and one other thing; My cuffs.

They got noticed when I put a hand holding a fork down and they went clunk on the top of the counter. Naturally Gem noticed. This was the country so, naturally, she asked.

“Son, why the bracelets?”

I looked up-inadvertently dripped some white sauce from my mouth-Gem pulled a napkin from a dispenser and wiped it. “Uh, my Dad, he was a prisoner, kept him cuffed so when he got out, came home….” I tried to go on without lying but…. “Just something I do to remember how much I love him, glad to have him home…...” I looked down, dribbled a few tears into my sunny sides up. “Sorry, Ma’am”.

“Son, that’s about the best I ever heard.” She looked at Sammy. “You’re right, couldn’t get a better man to ride with you.” I could see her pause, think of something, hustle away telling us she’d be right back, not to go away.

She came back holding a wadded up something or other. When she loosed it, proved to be a used USMC T shirt. “It was one of Donnie’s….Son, be proud if you wore it….now don’t argue, I know you ain’t real Corps but I bet he’s lookin’ over my shoulder, seein’ those cuffs…..” I took it from her, stripped, put it on, sat back down… “Thank You, Ma’am, it’ll mean a lot to me.”

It was a moment when we needed to change gears. She picked up our mugs, got fresh ones, filled them, wiped her eyes with her apron then moved a bit away so we could eat.

To the degree that it was possible, we were getting to the point where ‘full’ was almost too much. Pushed our plates back, said it was a mighty fine meal, just right for the day ahead. We stood up, walked to the cash register where, I knew, Sammy was going to have to fight to pay as much as we probably owed….and one other thing….he’d want them to fix up food to take with us, he’d brought in two thermos bottles, but Gem didn’t hassle him too much. Smiles all over, seemed they’d had truckers before so Leon had been making sacks, although bags was closer to the actual size, for us to take. Filled the thermos…..time to go. Just one thing. Had to do it. Reached over the counter and gave Gem a big-hopefully Marine-hug. They both came to the windows, watched us mount up, give the Diesel a chance to warm up, looked back, waved…..then moved out into really nasty weather.

“After that, how long before we’re gonna need to find a can? That was a lot of food.”

He didn’t bother with that. “Cooper, need your eyes, we got ten miles of country road to get up, wind is to our side, you see, smell, feel, sense anything you sing out. We were at the edge where we’d turn onto the road. He reached over and hugged me. “Okay, we’re off.”

That ten miles to the interstate seemed a lot longer. Narrow roads and wide tractor-trailers do not mix well plus add the wind at our side, it was a bitch to just keep most of the tires on the paving. That freeway overpass, when we got to it, looked like the bridge to heaven. Before we went up the on ramp, Sammy stopped, said, public or not, we were gonna find some bushes and take a piss-sounded good to me. Back in the cab we just sat, had some coffee, he tried to relax his biceps and forearms, he’d fought ten rounds and won, but was paying the price. If I could be the travel agent, I could also be his corner man, twisted him around, did my best to rub him good and hard, was just sorry I didn’t have some sort of liniment-made a note to buy some-and didn’t turn him loose. Finally, got his legs over the steering wheel so he was mostly spread out and gave him the best I could do….including reaching down, undoing his pants and sucking him off. “Always heard that was relaxing….” and smiled at him.

“Good thing there’s only one of you...or maybe not...you got a twin? I could have one and your Dad could have the matching other.” Which was when his phone rang, first time.

“Your Dad….hey, Jim, you checkin’ to make sure your kids alright?” Whatever was said I couldn’t hear due to the howling of the wind. Sammy sat up, seemed to pay very close attention. Must have been five minutes. “Well, sure, I can do that….but...”. Another good bit of time. He handed the phone to me. After all that, I hoped to have some good time but Dad was intent on making sure I did exactly what Sammy told me...I finally broke in, said I loved him..missed him which was when he sort of came to and spoke back to me, his son. “Sorry, Cooper, I just got a lot on my mind, needed Sammy, since he’s got you, to make sure he did me a couple of favors….I love you Son.” And then  he was gone.

He could read the disappointment….. “Son, your Dad has a real big thing on his mind, came up after we left….” He put his hand out, tapped my cuffs, he knows you loves him….if he didn’t….well, hell, I’d keep you myself, couldn’t get a better one than you….but….Cooper….I know men and this one love his one and that’s you. Okay?. Fuck, if any man had any reason to know his kid loved him, he does….it’ll be alright. Promise.”

I smiled, a little, at him. “Okay, your travel agent needs to go to work but in this mess...”

“Yeah but today…We’re just gonna go so far, duck in before all the other guys do...find the best place, one with everything then go to ground, stay warm, just let the storm go on through… no point in fighting this, there’s no deadline and, ‘sides, maybe, just maybe my Partner, Jody might join up with us.”

I seemed startled. “Your Partner? I guess….”

He laughed, “Cooper, for once you missed something, this is the ‘Deuce’ Trucking company which means two...I’m just so used to Jody, what with everything else, sorry, son, he’s been my partner for….ten years? Great guy, you’ll like him.”

I wondered just what sort of ‘partner’ Jody was and didn’t know quite how to ask...wasn’t any of my business….I guess I was a little too quiet a bit too long.

“Go on, ask me, about Jody…..Nothing to hide., hell, if I’d thought of it, I’d wear cuffs just for him…..that answer what you want to know? We been hooked up ever since we started the company, well, before that….just don’t have time to see much of one another, he works the North South route and I’m pretty much East West. Didn’t mean that but...that’s where our usual customers are so...that’s the route we drive.” I  could see him get quiet, miss his partner….sorta like I missed my Dad only their relationship went a bit deeper….sex was part of it, maybe when they could get together, a big part. Made me think.

“Sammy, I’m not him but….I’m with you, we get along real good….you promised to teach me to fuck an’ know I’m not Jody but I’d be real pleased if I could give you some sort a happiness, least in that department….” He looked at me, smiled. “Guess we’ll just have to see but...like always Cooper, you are a really fine man….” He smiled. “Yessiree, I am genuinely looking forward to turning you upside down and sinking my pipe in your hole….nothing to give a man a real pleasure than to pluck a Virgin’s cherry…..specially when he cares about the Virgin about not to be.” He laughed quietly, gave me a kiss crawled back behind the wheel…. “Okay, Travel Agent, start lookin’ for the best you can find cuz I’m treatin’ my friend to the best. Got it?”

Not only us, but, on the CB, every other driver was swearing at and about the weather; They were all absolutely right. It just got shittier as the miles went by….slower and slower as we went on. Finally, Sammy had it, said we didn’t have anything due anywhere so the next good place, that was going to be home. It was only coming up three but I was tired just from the stress so could only guess what Sammy was feeling. Lucky us, we came to the sort of truck stop that looks more like a small town. It only exists for trucks and truckers-which is why you see signs everywhere, “Professional Drivers Only”. In short if you, Maud and the kids were on the road then spotted this place, you pretty quick got the idea that, yeah, they’d feed you, lodge you if you absolutely insisted but this place was for Truckers. Sammy and I fit right in-my USMC T shirt somehow went with the atmosphere as well as a lot of the other men. Because we had hung it up early, we got in before the crush that was, maybe, an hour or two behind us so there was still a good selection of rooms with all the amenities; The people who ran these places realized that the men who used them were tired, hungry, wanted to do nothing more than enjoy themselves...completely relax and rest. Our room, which featured one of the larger beds I’d ever seen, had two recliners, large bath with both a big walk in shower-with steam-as well as a tub. Also the first time I’d seen a standing urinal in a hotel bathroom plus a phone by the can as well as a sort of holder where you could hang your gadget in case it went off mid shit but….there was one. The television was about the size of a dining room table, could get I have no idea how many hundred channels plus games from everywhere. In short, if it wasn’t already there, a phone call got it for you.

Sammy and I just fell on the bed, heaved a massive sigh signaling we were glad not to be moving but, finally, slowly, got up and headed for the can; I’d wondered how long it would take the food from Gem and Leon to hit bottom, now I knew. Also found a use for the urinal….I got drained while Sammy used the shitter-no embarrassment, not now. He said that while we were already there, strip and get clean or relaxed or just rack out. Seemed a good idea.

This was the first time I’d ever had a man scrub me, at least since I was really young. He said there was a Korean Spa in Dallas that specialized in scrubbing you and until you’d had them work you over, you wouldn’t believe you’d ever been clean. Also, there’s something erotic, or so I found, about just using your hand coated with slippery soap and roaming over the guy you’re with. Didn’t take long for both of us to sprout wood…..which is when I did my first 69, just lay there on the floor, in the water, one cock per person then slowly with a lot of pleasure ate the poles. Sammy broke off long enough to tell me not to worry when I came, we were just going on like that, he’d eat mine and I’d eat his….The only reason we stopped was to make good on something he’d mentioned he wanted to do; Shave my crotch just like his. Sitting me on the bench-all these places were solid comfort-he got his shaving things and I got my first full manscaping. His rubbing shaving cream into my balls got me hard again which he covered by taking it in his mouth while continuing to lather me…..

“One thing I like down here is when a man is bald as two eggs...and that’s what you’re gonna be.”

It took him some little while-he was determined to make good on that saying about bald as eggs-plus he couldn’t decide how much more of me he wanted hairless.  

“Cooper, I’m gonna do something I like, hope you will….gonna tie you up then shave your whole body….leave the hair on your head...which needs cutting. Tell you straight, I get real turned on by shaving a good looking body, feeling the smoothness, giving it a real baby butt but mostly, slowly peeling those things hangin’ down there, yes, I do get off on that and you’re one good looking stud, look even better when you can see the whole package without any furry gift wrapping.

“Why don’t you use my cuffs? Put ‘em on then hang me over the spigot….whatever else you want to do….” He put one hand on my balls, his lips on mine then, when he released me, “Shame you don’t have several sets….I get off on binding people….guess you figured out, since you offered, I’m gonna take you all the way...then fuck you.”

He stepped out of the shower, first turning on just the steam, came back with a small duffel bag. When opened it had rope carefully coiled, snaps, things I didn’t recognize but figured I was going to find out. “Wish there were a way to tie your legs way apart...forgot to bring in my spreader but….son, we’re gonna do this again...and more.”

Must have been two hours later. Egg bald, well not only were my nuts but most of the rest of me. He’d tied me down so that he could get access to the hairy parts but restrained me…..fuck, it was erotic as hell, by the time he was finished, I wanted him to take me there on the floor or hanging up, didn’t care just stick it in me and growl.

Didn’t happen quite that way. When I was freed, he dried me thoroughly, picked me up, grabbing some towels, then dumped me on the bed, laying me out spread eagle. He just stood back and looked. “Put your hand on your low hangers, other one on that hard fence pole coming up….now…..just lay there.”

He did nothing but grab his dick and slowly start to work it. He was already empty so finally he was almost bending over when a drool of jizz seeped out. He was breathing so hard I worried after his well being. Didn’t need to. Still puffing, he crawled up on the bed beside me, took me in his arms, held me, I could feel his tears on my neck. “Thanks,  thank you Sir, guess you figured out I like to watch good looking men do themselves...Jody and I take turns but...man, there is nothing I’d like more than to get him, me, you….your Dad all together….” He didn’t finish it. Whether adding my father was too much or whatever, hell, having watched him, just being exhausted.

I fumbled around, got a good, warm blanket over us, dragged some pillows, never really turned him loose, just the two of us laying there warm, content…..and then asleep.

When I woke up he was dressed, laying out duds for me….Jeez, looking at the clock on the TV, we’d slept...at least two or more hours. One thing, we were both rested. I propped myself up on my elbows, looked at Sammy….or the man I thought was Sammy. The suit, the shirt, the shoes, the tie…..this wasn’t the trucker I drove in with, this was a gentleman who somehow ended up with somebody’s kid that he pulled off a truck. He looked at me, smiled… “Get stretched, then get over here, time to get dressed and go get some dinner.”

Twenty minutes later he’d decked me out so I looked, well, hard to explain, expensive clothes but it was clear he was the Senior Partner. He was smiling. “Okay, Son, we’re going downstairs, hit the bar, go to the restaurant and I can tell you….dressed like this, we do NOT look like truckers hiding out from a storm….until we open our mouths and then it’s real plain. Only thing here, you’re my kid that I picked up from college, all that politeness…..hell, this is going to be fun and, I gotta say it, you look hot.

Fuck, I did too. I’d never had jeans that fitted like these, wide black belt, good white snap front Western style shirt, suede sport coat...and the boots. Wasn’t sure where I was going to school but….I guessed a lot of cowboys went there. Didn’t matter, as far as fathers and sons went, we went all the way….which, when I thought about it, was what he planned to do later. Well, at least if I was gonna go to the cock slaughter, I looked real good.

Downstairs, in the bar, my addressing the person at the door as ‘Sir’ and meaning it, made an impression. Followed by my ‘Dad’, we got first class service even though all we wanted to do was sit at the bar. Okay, found us two seats, nibbles immediately in front of us, and a bartender, smiling, looking just like a bartender should look was in front of us. “Gentlemen, what’s your pleasure….make this first one on the house. Welcome, I’m Devon.” Reached across, shook our hands, then waited for whatever we were going to order.

Well, Sammy called it, this was what he wanted this was what we were getting. I’d never been to a truck stop but this didn’t square with my idea of one. Closest I could think of was a movie called, “Road House”…..this was nothing like that. In a way I felt a little badly for Devon who was on his best to do his best. Not only lack of funds over the years but lack of exposure had made me not much of a drinker. I ordered a beer which set Devon off on a list of labels….only one or two of which I’d heard. Thinking about what other men I’d been around ordered, I let it go with, “Bud, long neck.” And added my compulsive “Thank You.” Got a smile, he tapped the bar said, “Coming up” then turned to Sammy. His attitude changed.

“Sir, if you can name it, I can make it….”

“Well, young man, I, uh, don’t drink that cocktail shit...” That didn’t seem like the father of the man sitting next to him. “I like to know what died before they stuck it in front of me so how about two fingers of Maker’s Mark with a beer chaser, same as my son is having.” If this was on the house, the house had just stood for a very expensive first round. Just because I didn’t drink it didn’t mean I didn’t know what booze cost. My Dad, on very rare occasions, would buy the smallest bottle of Bourbon he could and, once, to surprise him, I lifted a partially full bottle from a table where men were playing cards. That created a problem; Yeah, he and I had swiped stuff we really needed but this was different, we didn’t need that bottle. Got a spanking for that and, to demonstrate what he meant, he cracked the bottle in the sink and poured it out. Given our neighborhood, drunks all over must have wondered where the ‘good stuff’ was. Thereafter, although I still light fingered things we desperately needed, nothing that we didn’t need was touched. Dad said nothing when a can of shaving foam or a six pack of toilet paper showed up but, once, I found him holding a new, good looking tie trying to suppress tears.

“ ‘Nother round, gentleman, I got nothing to do, keep me busy.” He had a great smile, made me wonder why he was tending bar in a truck stop. Didn’t know anything about him but….something just suggested he could do a lot better. Finally decided that, hell, maybe his Daddy owned the place, that’s where he had him learning the business….Sammy pulled out a fifty, laid it on the bar, looked at the stunned man saying, “Ya know what? Sorry my son and I aren’t more thirsty but want you to fuckin’ know we ‘preciate what you do here...so take the freebies out a that, keep the rest.”

His mouth was still ajar as we walked out. “Nice kid, wonder what he gets upstairs when his shift is over? Great place to meet men looking for young, good looking meat.”

“Sammy….I mean...what?”

“He’s a hooker, this is a truck stop, you want a guy to fuck, you go to the bar, the bitches, all cocktail waitresses and” He laughed. “...sales assistants. You haven’t seen all this place, more like a Marriott had a head on with a shopping mall. Everything is for sale here...including most of the staff.” He stopped, looked at me, “Just standing here by you, I’m your pimp...you’re on sale...wanta stop an see what the offers might be?”

I blushed. Sammy just laughed, said he never, ever would turn me out like that, didn’t matter what we needed…...I thought about my Dad and the time he came back with five hundred dollars….he was a good looking man….just then…..a good looking man who needed money. Not a doubt, now, in my mind what he’d done. For no reason, I hugged

Sammy, whispered in his ear…. “If you ever need to sell me….” He laughed, slapped my ass, said we should look for someplace to eat.

The tour for food was an eye opener for me. I immediately saw what he meant by a real mall selling everything, even cars. Naturally there were truck dealerships and, somewhere on the extensive property, work shops that could and did fix anything. Almost incidentally you could buy gas, oil or get it changed. It was amazing but Sammy said until I’d seen the one outside Nashville, this ranked as nothing much. If nothing much could be considered selling home distillery kits, Corvettes, every kind of clothing….more electronic shit than you could shove in a barn….If I’d ever wanted it, they had it but there was so much, I couldn’t ding damn remember anything I wanted.

“Hey, some things I want for you….there’s a store…..” He consulted a large guide that not only had a list of places but, if you pushed a button, a path lit up from where you were to  the shop, store, restaurant, fix it place….you wanted to go. “Come on, you’re gonna need these.” I couldn’t think of anything I needed...other than maybe a grilled cheese plus a bowl of cream of tomato soup but, apparently, that came later.

The story, when you walked in, smelled like every new car you’d ever sat in. I am of the opinion that there’s a spray can filled with ‘new car smell’ that can be shot inside anything that makes you drool with desire. There were no cars here, just racks of leather clothes...and why were we here?

Good looking older man came up, I can’t prove it, but about the only thing he was wearing that wasn’t leather were his socks and they may have been, under his boots.

Shook Sammy’s hand in a weirdly familiar way, looked at me, turned me around….’

“He’ll leather up about as good as it gets. Where do you want to start?” Then looked at me. “Strip.”

Sammy laughed. “Buddy, this time you missed, this is my kid….I guess that fancy school he goes to, well, it’s Winter and the guys are all wearing leather shit….so….you can see him. Sex him up, when he goes back I want there to be a trail following him every time he even walks into class.

The man, who said his name was Steve, laughed, slapped Sammy on his back saying, “Oh yeah, know that place, leastways think I do….Now and then their Dads get dragged in here to get...whatever they think they can talk their old man out of…..you one of those? Don’t quite look it.”

“He’s not going to twist my arms…..Son, do what the man said, take ‘em all off.” I did hiding, as best I could behind a tall counter.

“Start with a leather jock? Push up or wear every day?”

“Both, told you there weren’t gonna be any arm twisting.”

“Pants?”

“Biker? Fetish? Everyday? Good looking rascal, like to put him in our catalog.”

“Ya know…..You surely have these, leather Levi 501’s, just not black….”

“Good, no, great call. Got ‘em two ways, lace front and traditional button front...good cowhide brown leather….fucking better than those died black pairs...look good but you better be prepared to get it off your skin every time you sweat.”

“One of each, just make sure they’re tight but not porno….got me?”

“Boots or does he have some?”\

“Needs a couple of new pair, cowboy and trucker, steel toed on both, when he kicks ‘em in the balls, no point in their standing up.”

Steve almost bent over laughing. “Oh, yeah, don’t want to fiddle fart around, don’t damage those knuckles...hey, gloves? Work, Warm, uh, got a pair with shot in the knuckles.’

“All of em….don’t suppose you’d trade this shit piece of jacket-his mother bought it for him-in on something better?”

“Boy have we got jackets….just depends, let me grab some of what we’ve talked about, let your kid….he got a name?...”

“Cooper”

“Cooper stroll around with us.” Steve got out a measuring tape, we were doing all right until he stuck it up just below my nuts to measure something. Guess I got skittish, moved away.

They both laughed. “Hold on son, he needs your inseam, if he wanted to feel the goodies well, I guess, he’d a done that before now.”

Steve winked at him. “...and he’s got ‘em don’t he...just not with a man who probably has a gun standing by his kid….might not end happily….gotta ask….when you’re, uh, making a point with whatever you got, do you shoot off the left or the right hanger first? Buddy of mind says he likes to dock the cock….”

Sammy smiled, reached over, took a handful of what Steve was carrying in his pants. “On you, since you got good sized ones, tease you a bit, try and cut a cord then put it right on the meat and blow it through the pavement.”

Both guys laughed….somehow, whatever Sammy had said, I didn’t think he was making it up as he went along, not about that. Also, when he slowly took his hand back, looking Steve straight in the eyes…. “Maybe the right….always get rid of the small shit first.”

There was a new respect in the air. Steve was still in a good mood but, I guess, he finally figured he wasn’t just dealing with a suburban dad who brought his kid in. As I figured it, what Sammy wanted this guy to think was he was looking at a very successful gangster, of whatever sort, who was getting his son ready to join the business…..That kind of idea can get you real respected.

Where Dad and I lived there were a couple of guys who you just knew were...something,. One of them, Rocco, took a shine to me, said he liked the way I was good to my father, showed respect like any good son should. Said that kind of son deserved rewards in heaven, guess he decided heaven needed a boost so now and then he’d have little jobs for me, generally just standing on a corner, sitting in a car while he went in and took care of some business. He taught me how to wash blood off your hands, always had me carry a first aid kit.

I was up getting a glass of water in the dark one night when I heard what we all knew to be gun shots. Out the window I could see Rocco rolling around in the street, scattered right down to him. He was having trouble breathing but knew me.

“If..,.,.anyone…..would….come….you…..Stick your hand…..in the pocket inside…..my...coat….take out….in my pants, take all of...Cooper...Cooper...Coo.”

When the cops showed up all I could tell them was I heard the gunshots, didn’t dare go see what happened….sorry, gave them Rocco’s name, or the one I knew. Good thing they were a little late. By the time they came, I had on some boxers, T shirt, just like I’d been in bed...stead of the naked I’d been on the street. Had time to get all the blood off me in the shower. Didn’t tell the cops he was my friend. He was, too.

That morning when Dad got home from his night job, I told him what happened. He said he was sorry, knew Rocco was a buddy, a dangerous buddy, but a buddy of mine. We were at the table eating the food he’d brought from the hotel kitchen when I went to the bed we slept in, reached underneath it, got the gun, the billfold, the cash, the keys to something. Put them by dad, laid my head on the table and cried.

Later, Dad said he’d ‘thanked’ Rocco for the gun and the money….bought us food for several weeks as well as some much needed clothes….He said when I got old enough, I could have the gun….gave me the wallet, taking out the ID, throwing it in the trash several blocks away.

Yeah, when you took out a dude the way Rocco taught me, with those steel toes, you only needed to catch ‘em once and they were down. What you did to them next….or Rocco did….I could frisk a guy faster than a cop, knew what to take, what not to bother with. Once he watched me roll a drunk who had tried to punch him…..said when I got a bit older….he’d have a job for me. He kept me around sometimes during the day as sort of an innocent looking kid brother. Taught me to play cards for money, how to shop lift, how to take out men from behind when you were just tired of their shit. Dad didn’t know but...the education I might have got from him, I got from Rocco. Useful information where we lived….not point in learning how to plant a garden when planting a fist was more useful. Took me to the gym where the up and coming boxers worked out, let me try it a few times…..just didn’t interest me but knowing how to throw a right uppercut….never knew. I think I kind of amused him, I was so innocent so some of what I did, illegal as hell, I just saw as doing what you did. What I didn’t know, just assumed, was that he was my protection if I needed it. Word got around that I was Rocco’s boy which got me respect. I just didn’t quite understand why. Maybe I should have figured it out when he showed me where to carry a shiv, how to use it and, occasionally, when I was ‘helping him’ how to stow a pistol under my jacket. I never did anything but it was a strange feeling, not like the other guys who….after some things that Rocco needed help doing, avoided me unless they couldn’t at which time I got the sort of respect Rocco got, junior grade. When he died on the street like that, well, I thought I’d lost part of my own Dad….

“Uh, Sir, bout jackets….he gonna need to carry anything...heavy? We got some that are made for that purpose, good pouch right under the arm, left or right.”

“Steve you may have made two sales, my old piece of shit...think I hang on to it for sentimental reasons.” He laughed. I wasn’t sure about his reasons but he did need a new one.

“We got some heavy leather ones that will…..deflect if something were to  hit. Something like that be of any interest?”

“Maybe for me, not my son, not yet….” He reached over, ruffled my hair. “Damn, kid, you are going to get a haircut and you are going to get it today. Hey, Steve, is there a barbershop for men around here? Not some fucking salon that looks like a gay bar had a head on with a flower shop?”

He laughed. “Know what you mean, fifty dollars for someone to do not much...tell you a secret, it’s where the guys here go….if you walk down past the place selling Fresh Seafood...there’s a staircase, small sign, says “Barber College”. I know one, Tony, does a good job, do what you want, I can call him and give him the word that a gentleman was bringing his son in…..?”

“Do it, thanks. Well, kid, sorry about the mop but that’s not how men look, not my men anyway.” I could see Steve confirm in his mind just what sort of ‘men’ Sammy ran….and they weren’t selling vacuum cleaners door to door.

Rest of it was pretty quick. Got it all bagged up, paid for-Christ  was that a tab-Steve without seeming to do much said that, later, after he got off, we had dinner, maybe he could come around, bring some samples for us to see? I was catching on, but Sammy already knew. “Good idea...yep….but I got a business meeting and I always keep my son with me. ‘Preciate the offer. We ain’t going away until the storm breaks so there’s tomorrow…..maybe.”

Steve wrote out where to find Tony, said he’d have everything delivered, hoped to see us again, thanks for the business, said, again, he hoped we could get together….Sammy had a fine looking stallion. And we were out the door.

“He wanted to come by and fuck me, didn’t he?”

Sammy muffled a kind of laugh. “Sorry to disappoint your young ego, he wanted to come by and have me fuck him….he knows better than to try and jump the kid of what he thinks is a mobster. Do that and remember those steel toed boots? He’d find out what they felt like when they planted a couple on his ‘nads.”

We walked on in what, to me, had more shit for sale than I’d ever seen. Thinking about Devon, Steve and what Sammy had said to me, I wondered. “Whatdya think I’m worth, I mean, if I was for sale?”

“Now? Nothing, cuz you don’t know jack shit….you will and then, if you had a price it would zoom but now you’d just be a good looking kid selling his ass for cigarette money.” We walked a bit. “Cooper, you will never sell yourself to anyone for anything for money. Okay if you give a buddy a kidney but anything else? No.” He thought a bit.

“You want to? If you’re dumb enough to want to find out...I’ll stand right here and pimp you, won’t take me five minutes until you got your britches down and some dude’s meat stuck up you far as it will go. That how you want to give your cherry?”

I was ashamed to have even brought it up.

“Sammy, I’m real sorry, I don’t know…”

He smiled at me. “Aw, forget it kid, wouldn’t be natural if you did wonder, hell, in less than two hours you’ve had two men almost come on to you,...it’s a compliment. Didn’t see them trying to get in my pants...”

“But….you said Steve….”

“Yeah, well, that’s a different thing…..he was looking for a prestige fuck, one he could go back and brag that some well placed gangster screwed him…..”

“You’re not a gangster…...”

He was quiet for a moment. “Nah, that I’m not…” he laughed, “Least ways not this trip, I’m the man who’s gonna make you into a man, take your cherry, make you realize that virginity was overrated...if it was rated at all. Hey, here’s the door, up the stairs.”

I hadn’t had a haircut that Dad didn’t do with scissors in a long time. Tony had clearly had a call and was almost overly polite, just like you’d treat someone from the underworld who had a gun under his shoulder. With respect. Sammy knew just what I wanted…. “Good business man’s cut, short side burns, blocked back, don’t peel the sides, none of that fade that guys have. My kid is in business, needs to look like that. Capisce?”

He was rattled. “Uh, while I work on your young man….you want one of our guys to give you a shave? Shoulder massage?”

“Thanks but...maybe another time. I stay by my kid just to make sure he gets what I want.”

“Sure thing, Sir, sure thing, I’ll go slow, you tell me if I’m not doing what you want…”
May have been the most nervous haircut Tony was ever going to give. Sammy’s nose and his clippers were almost together….when he started on my sideburns he was told to shorten them…..just a touch at a time….and both side better  balance. Didn’t say any of this unkindly, but Tony was on his best barber behavior. Who was more relieved when it was over, hard to say. Tony had his hands on either side of his water bowl, his head down, almost panting. Just to further jump him, Sammy put one arm around his collapsing shoulders.

“Real good job, sorry you won’t be where we’re going.” Then stuck a fifty in the pocket of his barber tunic. Also paid at the cash register, told the man he was well pleased, when some of his ‘men’ were in town, they’d know where to get a good haircut...sorry he hadn’t checked out their shaving abilities but figured...they’d be good. With that, I put on my coat, we were down the stairs and headed back for the hotel.

I’d never had much so...walking by all the crap that was available, I surprised myself that I didn’t want any of it. What we’d bought already was more new clothing than I’d ever had at one time, I really appreciated Sammy, liked the haircut….stood up by my man….kinda like Rocco…., whatever he was to whomever we were speaking, and walked into the lobby.

Upstairs Sammy fell on the bed, pulled me to him, kissed me. “Proud of you, you’re learning fast, that ability to pick up a situation and play it, invaluable. Jim is going to be more than proud...hey want to give him a ring? Doubt if he’s left for work yet….”

“Sammy….I feel real guilty, you’ve given me...so much and Dad will have to go to work to get a meal then work all night. It just isn’t fair.”

He held me. “Cooper, you gotta believe there’s a reason, just may not seem apparent now but….there is. If your father were here, he’d tell you to accept everything cuz, see, he remembers what you gave up for him and not on just one ride on a truck but for years. See, you not only gave up time but reputation, you were the son who stuck by a man who was maybe a sex criminal….that made you one too in a lot of minds but that’s the ass end, you and your dad are going to get way ahead, promise.” I looked into his face and...believed him.

“Okay, peel, after shopping nothing feels better than a good hot shower, some steam and a blow job….gotta keep you practicing.” He grinned.

He made sure we both looked really….fine. It was clear he was a wealthy father with his son whom he was taking out to dinner. He’d had to tie my tie, put on my cuff links and show how to bar lace my shoes. In front of a mirror, him behind me,  I was so proud of us….so it was off to dine.

I didn’t know what a lot of the things on the menu were but no one ever went wrong with steak...and it was the best I’d ever had. We ate slowly, he was preparing me for what we were going to do later, explaining that getting fucked, the first time, could be painful but every guy who wanted to take it in the ass had to go through it at least one time. He promised to make it as easy for me as possible, couldn’t make it pleasant, but….if I’d let him lead me….

I told him this was something I wanted, being fucked by a man, a man I liked a man who’d put a lot into me that day...wasn’t that I owed him but discovered over the few days….I wanted this, wanted him, wanted…..

I guess we spoke too loudly as a man, as nicely dressed as we were, took a chair at our table. He looked at Sammy.

“I’m betting he cost you a bundle…..and a virgin, sorry, I listen to other people and sometimes I hear very interesting things. Course, then I turned around and saw the stud all ready to be greased up, tied down then fucked til his prostate comes out of his mouth. Gotta ask, how much? Or, kid, did you set the price? It’s your ass, you know what you think you can get….good looker like you….had to be a very high number then there’s that virginity part….just makes me smack my lips, wanta eat down until my tongue is stuck in those tight rings in your ass….How much? I’ll take him off your hands….heard there’s quite a piece of man fucker, works in one of the bars….won’t be a virgin but I bet he can give you a helluva ride….go on, name your price….I’m good for it.”

Sammy was slowly moving his right hand up to where I knew his gun was in his jacket. If the guy noticed, he didn’t show it, just reached over, tried to grab my wrist...the one with the cuffs. “Well, I’m liking this better, a whole lot better, got some bondage going and I gotta wonder what else? A tiger like this, oh yeah, cuffs, what’s already stuffed up his bucket? Something to widen him, that’s what I’d do but we were discussing money….how….much?”

I watched Sammy quietly switch gears, wherever this was now going to go, I was involved, just had to play it right.

“Mr….”

“Jones, lets call me Jones. For now.”

“You didn’t listen quite enough, not that I’m going to shut you out but you are trying to buy the daily double, the trifecta, the Irish Sweeps Stakes…..Now you shoot me a price….lets say just for openers, this man didn’t cost me a dime….and, you are so right, I’m going to fuck the living shit out of him but it won’t cost me….anything. He wants it. Yeah, he’s a virgin, only kind I like but just for now...what’s your price to turn him over to you, finish our dinners, maybe have dessert and a Brandy then you take him...wherever and do whatever…..what’ll you pay me for that? Cash, here, now. What’s this prime beef worth to you, intact ass and all? Toss me a number.”

“Couple a grand.”

Sammy slammed his hand on the table so hard the ice cubes popped out of the glasses, he was also laughing. “A couple of grand? Buddy I can get that just letting someone suck him off but fucking a virgin? And one that looks like this? You must have just come in on the turnip trunk, go ask Devon, that’s his name, in the bar what it’ll cost you for him for an hour or two. A couple of grand? Buddy, where do you think you are? He won’t even take off his socks for that. Now, think hard, you ain’t gonna get many more bids….How Much?”

He wasn’t as sure of himself but he was certain of what he wanted. “Five grand?”

Sammy played his master card. “Mister Jones, if you and I were to walk over to that place you check in, you would find out that this fine young, aged to be the best tenderloin around…..is my son.”

Jones made a noise, not quite a gulp, not quite a whistle….. “….son….”

“Yeah, my son and he’s here so I can fuck him plus some other things-you seen the cuffs- so….lets say you’re a loving Dad, out to take your son to be fucked for the first time and, oh by the way, he looks as good as mine does, what does a ‘businessman’ like you even begin to offer to ‘take him off my hands, screw him for me. How Much?”

Jones must have a desire for sex few could match. “Uh, well, I guess you’d wanta do that yourself…..”

“Yeah, I would. And Do.”’

I saw a sneaky look. “What’dya charge to watch? Fuck, buddy, on the porno sites all the time, they show dads shoving it to their kids…..what’s the difference?”

“I guess that...what you’re seeing is probably as real as a three dollar bill. Porn isn’t real, it’s a set up for all of us schmucks to drool our sperm over thinking it’s real.” He looked at me and I thought I saw...a wink. “What you’re looking at is a father and his son who pretty soon will go upstairs and I’ll do whatever I want to him but, you can count on it, I’m going to fuck the shit out of him. Now, MISTER JONES, how would you like to watch the real deal? Two studs, father and son, dad is going to clean his kid’s ass whether the kid likes it or not. This is part of a bet he lost which he’s now paying up. Just the first part of the bet….I keep asking you but you ain’t got no answer, what are yo willing to pay to watch me pull out my dong and ram it down his hole?”

“He stuttered….Ten Grand…..if I can film it.”

I watched Sammy turn that over in his mind. “Okay, and after I finish junior, I’m gonna do you too. Full in you cuz I know you’re already good and wide….Junior photographs that.” He stuck out his hand. “Deal?”

Jones was shaky but it was the literal once in a life time…. “Deal Gotta give me some to get the cash together.”

“You got ninety minutes, here’s the room number, just come in.”

He almost jumped out of his chair on the first leg of the money hunt.

“Think he can get it?”

“Did you see how many ATM’s there are all through that mall? Only thing that will stop him is if he doesn’t have the money or they’ve slapped withdrawal limits on some of his cards. No big deal, Cooper, I’m still going to fuck you, only difference is that money is going to your Dad to move out and get a better place.”

I burst into tears as I fell in his arms at the table.

“You can do anything to me, anything…..I don’t care how much it hurts just….”
“I know, Cooper, don’t you worry, I know this kind of jackass, all we come away with is a lot of money and you don’t have a cherry…..”s

Upstairs Sammy laid out what he thought we’d do. No actual knowing until Jones showed up-if he did-and, what else? The first thing was count the money then take it downstairs to put it in the hotel safe. While he did that, and he started to laugh, he was gonna cuff Jones so he couldn’t get near me. After that, well….what he said was just do what seemed a good idea...we didn’t know this turkey but he did know sex addicts like that do not stop easily. He made sure I could get to my gun if he couldn’t get to his...told me he was probably going to tie me up-Jones would love that and then...whatever else. We sat there dressed just like we’d been down stairs saying nothing.

Guess the money gods were good, Jones showed up in less than an hour...the only drawback, as is true of ATM’s with the exception of the couple of hundred the front dest had cashed for him, it was all in twenties. Ten thousand takes a while but we got it done. All stuck in a bag from the leather shop Sammy was ready to go down stairs...just one thing to do.

Not bothering to say anything, Sammy  grabbed Jones, whirled him just like cop then cuffed one wrist while clicking the other one to a door knob on  a closet. “Not that I don’t trust you with my kid, it’s just that I don’t.” He was gone maybe ten minutes while Jones tried to get out of the cuffs; As they were mine, and I had a key, I knew he was wasting his time but why tell him? He was going to get what he wanted soon enough, this was just a minor speed bump on the road to seeing real father and son incest. That’s what he paid for, not the door knob. To further annoy him, when Sammy got back he left him hooked up, laughed that I’d done it, pointed out that his kid was not only going to be a good fuck but was pretty smart. Maybe he should know that his, late, Godfather, Rocco, had been a heavy duty mobster and taught his favorite Godchild all sorts of tricks. If they had time, and he wanted, he’d demonstrate how he’d been taught to shoot the nuts off any man one at a time….if Rocco thought he should know how. Jones cringed.

Because we needed the cuffs, we had to turn Jones loose; He seemed relieved, probably from watching too much porn he was aware of guys who got tied up and then, oops, someone decided to leave them like that. He got lucky, he was a spectator.

Sammy changed attitudes. Raised his voice to me, pointed to a place in the middle of the room. “Strip, stand there, just leave your clothes on the floor.” So I did.

“Okay, Jones, get out your camera or whatever, want you to have a good look at the meat before I go to work on him….only thing, no touching. I see so much as see a hair from your arm get near him and”...he removed his gun. Didn’t point it, put...then he didn’t need to.

Once I was standing there, stark naked, fuck whatever Jones was doing, Sammy came to me, began to run his hands over my body. The dialogue wasn’t something I knew but then….it was all free hand.

“Son, I hate to do this to you. You know what you did, you defied me, more than once, I told you the consequences and this is just the first, this is the easy one, this is the one that I’ll enjoy. You’ve seen me bring men home, take them in that room, could hear them scream...just never knew exactly what I did to them…..time will come...you’ll go into that room, I don’t give a shit if you are my blood, you defied me you little son of a bitch and now...it starts here. You’re just lucky I don’t want to do all you were told I’d do but, you know, you were told, I like hurting people. As long as you behaved, you were my much loved son but the first time you did not….you were told.”

I stood there with my head down trying to look sorry for whatever I’d done. This was a performance for a third party so what Sammy thought didn’t really matter only that I kept up with what he was saying.

“Spread eagle on the bed, you know you’re to be tied down, stretched out, that’s why I chose this room, that big bed and heavy posts, just right for keeping you hard bound.”

I’d never been tied up so….just let him do what he knew how to do. In fact, it looked like what it wasn’t. Yeah, I was clearly tied up but all those knots concealed not very much pressure. To the casual observer, Jones, the time it took equated to the pain to me, so long as he was happy. He even made a suggestion…

“Why don’t you strip?”

Shouldn’t have. Sammy had an answer, it involved taking out his gun.

“I’m gonna stand here, this pointed at your balls, while YOU strip. After that, I’m going to tie your whole set down there and I promise you, it will hurt. When you’re whining and regretting you didn’t keep your mouth shut, I’ll change clothes. Got it? Make sure you get a video of your cock and balls being pulled up your ass...”

For a while there was silence. Sammy worked efficiently getting Jones secured, just leaving him enough slack to film-hey, we keep our word, he could take pictures all day.

Because I wasn’t in a position to see it until he was in front of me, I did not know Sammy had put on a set of fetish leathers, didn’t know he had them. He was hoisting his dick, getting it stiff, making noises about what was coming to me, how this was for me.

Jones tuned in.“Uh, how about I warm him up for you? Get that ass cherry red? I’m real good with a whip and that’s one ass that needs to be sliced before it’s diced...how about it?”

Sammy kinda got caught with that one. In terms of what I knew about sexual behavior, this was a great idea, what wasn’t was letting my tail get messed up...and Jones probably wasn’t fooling around when he said he’d like to ‘warm up my ass”. Sammy didn’t have much time on this one…..

“Sure, helluva an idea, beat the little bastard.” There was a pause… “Course...part of this deal is….you get what he gets. Seems to me you really wanted to get my cock up you….that how you remember it…..not that it matters cuz that’s what you’re gonna get it.”

Jones didn’t hear what part of his fate was, too busys sliding his belt out of the loops, not a small belt. The sort that’s thick, has two buckles and, when snapped end on end, made a distinct noise when the two sides were popped.

Sammy took it from him, looked it over. “Yep, that’ll get him nice n hot….just the way I like virgins but then….you’re gonna take his place and since you ain’t no virgin, and I gotta bet that ass of yours has been kissed by a whip many times…..you’re gonna quite a video, yes sir, quit video.

It was quiet for a moment, I could sense Jones moving around, looking for the place from which to take the best strike….I could almost hear the leather in the air before it crashed cross my butt. If he’d held back I sure as fuck couldn’t notice it. There was a pause, his hand ran over it…. “Oh yeah, just tell me how red you want him ‘n that’s what you’ll get.”

Sammy said quietly, “...and that’s what you’ll be getting too.”

I don’t know how many strokes he laid on me, lost count, did matter. Only pause was when he felt to see how hot I was getting, the color….you could see without stopping.

In a leisurely voice Sammy said, “Looks about right, nice glowing cherry red, good ‘n hot, you did  real fine job Jones, real fine now…..I got you doing that, take your thing cuz it’s time for my kid to stop being a virgin.” This time the pain on my tail was a large hand.

He crawled up on me, I could feel his hard dick sliding up between my bare legs. He paused just below the slit…. “Okay, I’m not gonna hold back just shove it in….take a deep breath….that cherry is about to be squashed.”

No point in trying to make it easy although, what Jones couldn’t see, was that he was softer than it looked. I knew when he got to the rings he’d talked about, I knew when he bulled through them, I knew when I wasn’t a virgin, I knew he’d bred me when I felt his sperm, warm, welcome, was in me. He lay there while he drained then backed up. “Okay, that’s the business part, he’s split, now for the fun”….he came back in and...what he’d told me was right. Yeah, it hurt but it was different. This time it was Sammy not some stranger just shoving his cock in me. He had his hands under me, working my nipples, encouraging me to come, demanding that I prove I was still a man, spill it...so I did.

For a while we just lay there. He was massaging me, working my hips where I’d been whipped, trying to console me without showing it. Nearby we could both see Jones bouncing around, whatever pictures he took if they looked like that, would make you seasick watching. Then slowly he backed out. With one final slap on my tail, he finished the job. “Okay, you’ve been fucked….hey, Jones, you want to eat him out? There’s a cup of fresh cum in there….”

I think he dropped the camera in his hurry to get down, get his tongue out then start licking, waiting to taste the good goo….Not noticing that Sammy was getting ready for act two….

Jones forgot that the deal carried two parts, first that he could watch a father molest and fuck his son but also that he would then be fucked himself. He added the whipping so that was put in for him as well. Problem here was…..he assumed I’d do the fucking and the whipping when who was going to get was….Sammy. In his sexual frenzy after the first half, he didn’t quite notice the ropes that were being put around him then, suddenly, tightened.

“Thought we’d do you Doggie style cuz you’re a bitch.” He started to complain but, as I was nearest, stuck a gag in his mouth.

Circling him like a Wolfe waiting to devour pray, he upped his frustration by telling him what punishments lay in wait for his son...did Jones want to be part? For money? It was then he noticed he was hog tied, butt up and ready for what ever was going to happen to him….and that was Sammy.

Stark naked, only a leather jock to hold in his hard cock, he stood in front of his soon to be sexual partner. Had the same belt that had been used on me, kept slapping it against his thigh, getting closer until the first circle in the air brought it smartly across his hairy ass. That was the first swat. Through the cloth you could hear him scream….whether from knowing there was more or just pure pain.

“What’s the goal here? Get it nice and hot and cherry red? Then fuck him...easier since he’s no virgin.” I had the camera and made sure wherever Jones finally looked at this, he’d see himself in agony, blood coming out his ass while Sammy alternately whipped him and sank his rock hard stick deep down his hole.

Sammy threw the whip aside, “I’m through with him, son, you wanta shove yours down him…..go ahead, I got him good and greased with family spooge. See if you can hit his P spot...matter of fact while you do that, I believe I’ll reach under here and see if it staye up, might as well drain him while you take care of topside.

We let him lay on the bed, used up, softly moaning, finally fell over on one side. Just to clean up the mess, we picked him up by the rope then hauled him into the shower, left him with water running over him….

Back in the room, Sammy quickly checked my ass for any long term damage-there wasn’t but also told me I had jumped the fence in terms of sex….reminded me of what I’d asked earlier? Reminded me he’d told me then, nothing...well, my price had gone up mainly cuz I’d showed I wasn’t afraid, took it the way it was meant to be taken, and, after a few more fucks, close to pro status….which gave me an idea. Like he said, I needed to be fucked so...why not find a pro who could and would be a good teacher as well as a good fuck. We smiled at each other as we had the same idea.

Eventually we got rid of Jones. He found himself in front of the bank of elevators, wearing his shorts, smelling like booze-we dumped it on him-and having to deal with the management….who were not pleased and also did not believe his story; When they knocked on our door, they found Sammy in a Cashmere Sweater, some pull on pants, suede shoes watching a game while me, his son, lolled on the bed reading a text book. Yeah we’d seen him, in the dining room...was there a problem? They apologized. After they’d gone my only comment to Sammy was...I knew how to get people down elevator shafts when there was no car. He just laughed.

In the morning the weather was, if anything, worse. Called Dad who was stunned to learn that ten grand was coming to him; Sammy had a place for him to move...we were fine, just bored in the snow. One good thing about luxury hotels; Amenities. We spent part of the afternoon in the gym, swimming laps, walking through the mall being amazed at the crap-and the price- and, oh yeah, dropped by a leather store. Sammy was back in his gangster mode but told Steve to come up after work….adding….if he had a saddle, bring it, he was going to be the mare. Well, that took care of his evening. Remembering my needing professional training, where better to find it than Devon in the bar. By being direct in a way he probably wasn’t used to, he was glad to come up, spend the night, see what he could teach me.

Sammy took the room adjoining his for Devon and me. Also, when the young bar keep arrived, he, too, was met with a man who seemed very much like a gangster but wanted his kid to have a good time. Did he think he knew how to provide good times? When two grand was laid on the bureau, he said he was sure of it. Oh, and by that was laid a card that had on in only a hangman’s noose.

Two days later we finally pulled out. We owned, courtesy Steve, quite a lot more leather including an outfit for me that my Dad, oddly, told Sammy to buy. I was kinda sorry to say goodbye to Devon, even when he wasn’t on duty, he’d hung around, nice to have someone sort of my age. And, of course, his instructions in fucking, both giving and receiving were….helpful.

In fact, this playing gangster was closer to what I liked then Sammy probably understood. I’d never forgot Rocco, maybe loved him, don’t know. I liked the slight danger that crime brought, liked that it allowed me to go beyond what the norm was….lots of things. Over the next several weeks Sammy and I talked about that, he finally broke down confessing that occasionally the trucking company was a front to haul hot merchandise….if I didn’t mind being with him, knowing what was in back...I was welcome. We’d become frequent sexual partners, although I knew how to spot other men who took an interest in me….now and then, just for the hell of it, I took money, told Sammy who just laughed saying only that until I grew older, I’d have a source of income.

We got back to see my Dad several times. The money we’d promoted had got him not only a better place to live but a job. Seems a lot of the truckers in our area owned bungalow which they either rented out or just let stay empty while they were gone. Dad became the property manager, which he did very well, as well as the new auditor for Deuce Trucking.

One night in our new, comfortable bed, I confessed to him some of what I’d done. Told him about Rocco, told him how I kinda enjoyed my modest criminal career...told him...he could beat me to show how ashamed of me he was. But he wasn’t. Got out of bed, went to a closet, took out a leather suit, just like mine, saying nothing. I never loved him more than right then. That was also the night he took my fucking to a level most guys will never go; Yeah he used drugs on me but not the street sort, medical drugs. He set me up to be able to fuck like few animals and almost no men. First time I took Sammy with that method...I thought we might lose him.

In a sense I stood at stud but in a very nontraditional ways. Word about me got out, I got calls, people asking questions and, after some patrons had tried me, referrals.

Most of the time I still rode with Sammy, he was coaching me to get my CDL license plus...as we went along, there were men who knew, wondered, wanted….some got what they wanted...funny thing, we happened to go back to the hotel and mall where it all started. I was glad to see Devon however Sammy wanted me to do Steve...he was warned this wasn’t the old Cooper who was just learning to fuck. He was also the age I’d wanted to use making a video about my technique. Not sure he was expecting what he got but...he photographed great, maybe never better than when he was bound to a sex horse then made to watch me prepare myself for what was going to be done to him…..After it was over….all he said was that the only other person who could fuck him in the future was...me. Since I was considering giving performances, I signed him up. We’d fly him in.

Much as I liked the road, I wanted to be with my Dad so I was spending a lot of time at home. He was happier when I was around, it was family, he even bought a big, bouncy dog that wasn’t very bright but awfully friendly. With the men he knew and took care of their property, it felt like home. I got used to his amazing reliability, grew to want me there went he came in, made it all real. Still slept with him just never did anything very sexy; Couple of times we jacked each other off but, hey, you do that in high school.

Which leads us to the day I opened the door to the past. The kid, now a man, who’d accused my father of seducing him, fucking him, sexually beating him, stood there. Twenty years later but I knew him. I also knew that he would have to come in, Dad would have to see him and what after that? I still had Rocco’s gun under a (different) bed and would have shot him, paid the penalty, but done it just to get him off this earth.

We sat in the kitchen waiting for I do not know how long. Prompt as ever, Dad pulled up, came in saw...oh….hugged me, said one word and left to go get out of his work clothes. The man in leather that came back was not the accused of so long ago, he was almost a demon who would now extract his revenge...for that was what he, we both wanted, revenge.

We took him to the room, stripped him, secured him to a chair. Looking around it was obvious this was a room with a purpose, just not something involved with the household.

He was told he was going to be sexually molested but in a way he’d never tried. I’d do it as I’d wanted to do it ever since I learned how, agreed to give up something to be able to do this.

I stood there, naked, my hands cuffed behind me, a piece of wood against pain in my teeth, my father attaching me me to a post so, during the first process, I wouldn’t move. He kissed me ten took out the medical pan, covered, put it on a stand, took my penis in his hand, took the first syringe, ran it into the head my cock. Another in the corona, two more at the base then he rubbed it to get the medicine flowing.

The second set of syringes. Only six of them but all put in a circle around the middle of the cock….and then we waited. While I was tied to the pole, our accuser was moved at gun point to a place where he was bent almost double, tied that way, leaving his ass crack partially open, waiting.

Dad came to me, checked the density and hardness of my penis. He measured it for girth, applied a clamp that took internal pressures. I was ready.

He moved me to just where I needed to be to effedt the best entrance. One last thing.

Stepping back, the soon to be screaming man was told I had my cock anesthetised so it could feel no pain but the most important fluid was Alprodstadil, the synthesis of what made drugs for erectile dysfunction work.  However, they needed some stimulation to perform, I needed….nothing. I would stay hard and pain free for, sometimes, hours. He was reminded of the ads that said if your erection hadn’t receded in three hours, go to the Emergency Room. My penis was effectively a machine, as long as it was filled with medicine it would stay erect and able to fuck. I’d been trained to move my dick for hours….getting no pleasure but learning the importance of just pure fucking. We hoped he rememembered the tales he’d told about how Dad had fucked him, hurt him, made him cry…..we wanted him to remember those.

I was moved to the point where my almost android penis would be inserted then started.

Hours later blood was covering the floor, the accuser had passed out, his anal cavity had been ruined, his mind had been as fucked over as his ass.

Dad came in, released me, took me in his arms, kissed me, thanked me, told me what my loyalty had meant to him. He walked past the dripping almost statue of a man who would never even be able to think of sex again.

Right on time my father gave me the antidote, lovingly covered with a blanket having thoroughly verified that my penis, though dead, still hung like that of a man….right on time there would be another person who had committed a crime, would need this punishment.

Somewhere out on the road, Sammy would smile his evil lurk, tell me I had a job to do then turn the tractor to a new direction while I played travel agent looking for a great place to spend the night knowing that in the morning I’d be shaved smooth, my organ of revenge carefully tended to and we’d be off….right on time.