Danny awoke in the night to the squalor of the tiny apartment he shared with his mom and dad and younger brother and sister, Adam and Lisa. Adam was eleven, Lisa was six. Danny had just turned eighteen. He took the cushions from the couch and quietly crawled out the window onto the fire escape landing. The night was warm but not hot--perfect for sleeping. But Danny wasn't sleepy. He had too much on his mind and nobody to take it to
The rooftops spread out as far as the eye could se--high above the squalor of the neighborhood below. How did this happen, he asked himself for the hundredth time. One day they were living in a nice house in the suburbs of Indianapolis and days later they were walking into a dump of an apartment in Columbus, Ohio. He didn't believe the place even belonged to the slim ball who was charging them rent. Once inside the door of the apartment it was as if the rest of the world around them didn't exist
He didn't fully understand how it happened that his dad lost his job; only that there had been massive layoffs which missed his dad at first, but then the warehouse closed down completely. After the closing his dad worked at odd jobs as a day laborer but it wasn't enough to keep their heads above water. They used up all the money they had been saving to buy the house they lived in. When his parents began to sell off their furniture and other possession, Danny knew they were headed for real problems that not even his dad could handle.
Adam and Lisa knew something was seriously wrong but Danny didn't think they really understood that they wouldn't be coming back to the house and their friends and school; not till they were loading what they could into the van and driving off. One final nail in the family coffin was that they couldn't make the payments on the van either. Knowing this, his dad drove them as far as he could till the day the next payment was due, which happened to be Columbus, Ohio. Being an honorable man, he would not drive it a day more and he called the credit union where it was financed and told them where the van could be picked up. It was there that they found the small apartment on the top floor an old transient hotel and left the van on the street.
Gazing out over the urban landscape, Danny longed for their old house where the back yard gave way to dense woods with a creek. He longed for his old friends, especially Jock. But the thing he hated the most was his little sister and brother not being in school, around other kids. His mom made the place into a home despite the squalor in the neighborhood that rivaled scenes he'd seen on TV movies, and tried to keep up their studies as best she could but it wasn't school and being around other kids. Adam and Lisa were turning into little zombies. They ate and stared out the windows. They didn't play and it wasn't a neighborhood where they should be going out to make friends. Danny hated it for himself too, but it was more important for them to be in school. He was old enough that he had to be thinking beyond school, to helping support the family. Rent was first. After that came food and they only prayed that no one got sick. To be on the safe side, Danny located a free clinic close by. He managed to bring in a few dollars doing odd jobs on the streets but it wasn't enough to help out all that much.
His dad found work in the warehouse district unloading and loading trucks. Danny gazed up at the sky and let his mind wander back. To Indianapolis; to Jock and the camping trips they used to go on. Dam, he missed him. The last trip they took before his world fell in made Danny wonder if his feelings didn't run deeper than merely the ten year friendship they shared. It wasn't so much different from other camping trips; they laughed and told dirty jokes and went swimming and played grab-ass. Except that last time when they were playing grab-ass, coming out of the creek naked, something happened. They grabbed and got hold of each other's manhood and found themselves not letting go. Why, he didn't know; they just held on.
"Hey, are we getting weird or what?" Danny said but still without letting go of Jock's manhood. He wasn't going to let go till Jock did.
"It don't feel weird," Jock said, and he didn't let go either. "If we don't let go, you know what's gonna happen."
"Yeah, my cock's gonna get hard," Danny said.
It already is," Jock said.
"So is yours." As if on cue, they both let go at the same time and straightened up. Their cocks stuck out like big rubber hoses.
"There ain't no pussy out here," Jock observed. "What the fuck are we gonna do with these things?"
Danny had a strange feeling what he wanted to do to Jock's big cock but he couldn't say it. Hell, he couldn't even think it! Where did it come from, anyway? He hoped it didn't show on his face. To cover his thoughts, he said, "Jack 'em off, I guess."
Jock nodded. "Sounds like a plan." And with that Jock reached out and took hold of Danny's cock again!
Danny was stunned. He'd thought they would just jack off, not do it to each other. But Jock's hand was wrapped around his cock and pumping it back and forth. Danny swallowed so hard he was sure Jock could hear it, as he reached out for Jock's cock. Jock was BIG. Nine inches, probably, and so big around, he couldn't even get his hand all the way around it. It felt good in his hand. Too good. The feel of the big, warm, live cock throbbing in his fist fueled the other thoughts that tried to creep into his mind. Shit, he couldn't! He couldn't do that! Jock would kill him if he even tried! And why would he even want to?
Jock moved up beside him and put one hand on his butt to pull them closer while he jacked his cock with the other. "I sure hope nobody comes along," he said, looking around.
"If they do, they can do it for us," Danny said.
Jock laughed. "Yeah...maybe more, even."
"Maybe more than jack us off. You ever had your cock sucked?"
"No," Danny replied, surprised. Had Jock? He had to know. "Have you?"
He was shocked again. "When? Who?"
"For a couple of months now," Jock said.
"Who? Who's doing it?" Danny asked anxiously.
Jock laughed again. "The neighbor man."
"Right," Danny scoffed. "Believe it if you want to," Jock said with a shrug.
"On which side," Danny asked. "Not that old slob across the alley."
Jock laughed. "I wouldn't let that old fart near me," he said. "Naw, it's the guy on the other side of us."
"Rick Sandler? The guy from the gym?" "Yep." "Come on, now I know you're lying. That guy's a stud. He runs a gym, for chrissakes." But Jock didn't look like he was lying. "Tell me again. Rick Sandler is sucking your cock."
"Regular," Jock replied.
Danny shook his head. "I'd have to see it to believe it," he said.
"Maybe that could be arranged. I could ask him if he'd be interested in two guys at the same time."
"Shit, he's got a gorgeous wife."
Jock chuckled. "Yeah, he's mentioned her, too," he said with a knowing grin.
"Mentioned her, how so?" Danny asked.
"He's hinted that he would like to arrange for me to take care of her, too, along with him."
Danny looked at Jock's face. "You're not kidding about any of this," he said.
"You'd know if I was," Jock said. "Look, man, can we stop talking? You've had me close a half dozen times, then you say something and I gotta say something back and it breaks my concentration. Let's just jack off, okay?"
They didn't say anything else, and Jock worked up to his climax pretty quick. Danny's cock was so hard in Jock's fist that it ached but he didn't feel close to cumming. He didn't want to shoot his load yet anyway. He wanted to keep doing it. But Jock was a no-nonsense guy and as far as he was concerned, they were just jacking off so they could cum.
"Shit, your hand feels good," Jock said in a raspy voice.
"Yeah, so does yours," Danny said.
"You can pump it harder," Jock said hoarsely. "Real hard...yeah, slam your fist against my balls. Aww, yeahhh, like that...Ohhh..Ohhhh...Ohhhhh!"
Jock's breath started coming in raspy gaps, his nostrils flared and his muscles tensed. "I'm gonna...ccummmmmm!" he half cried as his hips lurched forward, forcing his cock through Danny's fist. Suddenly his cock jolted in Danny's fist and swelled even bigger, then exploded. Danny felt the stuff spurting up through his cock and the next instant it went sailing out in a long, thick rope. It arched upward and out about six feet at least, then downward to splatter on the ground. Another followed even before the first one landed, then another, and it kept coming till Danny wondered where it was all coming from, and if he was going to stop. Finally, after six or eight blasts, the stuff started spurting out in smaller amounts till it boiled out the end of his cock and down over Danny's knuckles.
"Geezuss, Mother-fuckin' Shit!" Jock gasped as his body still lurched out of control. "Fuck, my hand never felt that good!"
In the middle of his own climax, Jock had slowed down jacking Danny's cock and Danny wondered if he was going to finish him off. Danny shoved his cock back and forth through Jock's fist a couple of times to kick-start the action.
"Yeah, I gotta finish you off too," Jock gasped as he started jacking Danny's cock again.
Danny put his arm across Jock's back and held onto his shoulder for support as his climax overtook him. He went out of control worse than Jock did, sending powerful spurts of cum to match Jock's distance, even if he didn't match his great volume. They clung together and helped each other stumble back against a tree.
"Man--that was something else!" Jock said.
"Yeah," Danny agreed. Even with his lust satisfied there was still a strong sense of desire burning in him from Jock's naked body pressing against his own. Jock's cum lay in streaks across the ground in front of them. His own glistened like tiny diamonds in the soft light but Jock's was so thick it clung to the grass and leaves like a long, white snake.
"Man, you really shoot," Danny said.
"It was your hand that did it," Jock said.
Afterwards it was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them. It never happened again. As much as Danny wanted it to and wanted to talk about it, they never spoke of it. Now, lying on the fire escape landing he pretended that his fist was around Jock's cock. He worked his hand up and down the tall, stiff shaft, closer and closer to a much-needed cum. God, he needed to jerk off so bad! He needed to shoot a big load so his balls wouldn't ache from being so full. Mann, he needed this! "UUUhnnnhhnnn," he moaned softly as his climax overtook him. He glanced aside at the window then let it happen. His cum shot straight up in the air about four feet and another shot up past the first one coming down. It landed on his chest, the second on his belly. The third and fourth landed right on his face before he shifted the angle of his cock. Finally, it was boiling up out of his cock and running down over his knuckles.
"Fuck, what mess," he murmured as he milked his cock and snapped his hand over the side of the landing. He swiped the stuff off his chest then carefully swiped it off of his face. When he got some in his mouth he paused as the taste permeated his taste buds. It'd been a long time since he'd gotten a taste of his own cum. He remembered that it tasted terrible, but it now didn't. Not this time. He flicked his tongue out to clean off his lips and savored the taste. Then he slid the glob of cum down his face and into his waiting mouth and licked his fingers off. He shivered inside as he wallowed the stuff around in his mouth then swallowed the warm nectar. He wondered what Jock's cum would taste like. He wondered if Jock was still getting blowjobs from the neighbor guy; or if it was all just a big story. Or was he fucking the guy's wife?
He finished just in time. He heard the sound inside of his dad going out the door. Danny felt guilty, much like a little boy, lying out on the landing jacking off while his dad was working two damned jobs to support them. He could sense his family falling apart. His mom and dad both did everything they could to hold things together but Danny could feel their frustration that it wasn't enough. His brother and sister acted like brats sometimes, wanting things they were no longer able to afford. Other times they acted like little zombies.
Besides his daytime job at the dock, his dad sometimes went back to the docks to work a night shift loading trucks ready for deliveries the next morning. He wouldn't let Danny come with him like he used to when he worked at the old warehouse. Danny suggested that maybe he could go with him some time and maybe get some work down at the warehouses but his dad cut him short and he refused to let him come with him. "The warehouse docks are no place for an eighteen year old," he told him.
His dad's answer didn't surprise him but there was something in his tone and the way he cut him off so curtly. And he never talked about work. When his mom would ask how work went he said "okay" or when she asked what he did, he replied "unloaded trucks" and that was the end of it. It was almost like he was ashamed of what he was doing. Danny's days were as uneventful as any other. Some days he made ten dollars making deliveries for a local market, plus some tips, then spent the rest of the time hanging out on the street.
Despite the squalor there was something exciting about being on the street. And if there was an opportunity to get some work he wanted to be there. Also, he didn't want to be at home at lunchtime because his mother would insist he eat lunch and there wasn't that much food to go around. He might steal an apple from a fruit stand to tide him over till they could all set down to supper. He found, too, that if he kept on the move he was sometimes tired enough that he could get to sleep and get away from it all at least for the long, dark hours of the night. And he jacked off. He was becoming intimate friends with his fist. He was surprised and embarrassed when his dad mentioned it to him.
"Dan, I know how the hormones are raging through your blood at your age and I know you have to relieve the tension but be a little more careful, and a little quieter out there on the fire escape. You don't want your mother or your brother and sister to hear you."
"Yes, sir," he croaked, his face getting warm with embarrassment.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of," his dad went on. "Just keep it down when youwell, when you're finishing up."
Danny saw his dad in a whole different light after that. He felt closer to him. One night he sneaked out of the apartment and followed his dad. He thought that if he just showed up maybe his dad would change his mind and let him work alongside him if the could get hired. He slipped in and out of doorways to stay hidden as he followed his dad down the dark streets. Warehouse row was a dozen blocks deeper into the industrial area of the city, the streets lined with old brick warehouse buildings. But Danny didn't see any sign of business. No trucks being loaded or unloaded.
He held back as he saw his dad turn into a dark doorway and a minute later the door opened and he went inside. Through frosted windows, thick with grime and dirt, he saw a dim light come on. He didn't know what to think. There were no trucks to be unloaded or loaded out and the place seemed to be deserted for the night. He waited in the doorway across the street, confused and bewildered and hurt that his dad would lie to him and his mother about what he was doing. He was fearful now of what his dad might be doing for the extra money he brought home. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was just going back to do janitor work and didn't want to admit it to the family.
Danny waited in the doorway for nearly an hour before he saw the warehouse door open again. His dad came out buttoning up his jeans. He paused at the top of the stairs brushed one hand down over the front of his jeans then headed back in the direction of the apartment. Danny slipped over to another street and ran home so he would be in bed when his dad got home.
Something was amiss in his dad's story. Why would he lie? Was he doing something illegal? Knowing where the warehouse district was now, Danny went there the next day. Sure enough there was his dad with some other men, unloading a semi. He had his shirt off and his muscles bulged and glistened in the warm morning sun. Danny was proud that his dad was in better shape than some of the younger guys. He felt ashamed of himself for doubting his dad. He probably just went back at night to talk to somebody about the job, his supervisor maybe. But there were more trips out at night, supposedly to work at the warehouses; and it didn't flush. One night after supper and a short time spent with the family, his dad left the apartment for his other work. Again, Danny sneaked out and followed him. His dad didn't go all the way to the warehouse district. He walked only eight or nine blocks and stopped at an alley. He leaned back against the brick wall and cocked his foot back against the wall as if he were waiting for someone. Maybe he just had to get away by himself to think, like Danny liked to go out on the fire escape to be in his own little world. Danny lurked in the darkened doorway across the street, watching and waiting and wondering what was going on. He wondered again if his dad was into something illegal; like dealing drugs! It was impossible to believe; he didn't think his did would even know how to deal drugs. But times were desperate.
After a few minutes another man came walking down the street. The two men nodded and the stranger turned into the alley. His dad looked all around, brought his foot down from the wall and disappeared into the alley as well. It was drugs, Danny thought with horror! But as the moments passed, he realized that they were in the alley much longer than it would take to make a drug drop. Well over a half hour. He began to worry that something terrible had happened. Maybe his dad was met in the alley by a gang of thugs. He could take care of himself, but not if the others had guns or knives. There was no gunshot, but he could've been overpowered if there were enough of them, maybe hit in the head, or they could have a knife. Danny's imagination ran wild and he was about ready to run across the street to see if his dad was all right. Suddenly the man came out of the alley, spitting and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then his dad came out of the alley. He paused and looked all around like last time, then headed down the street. But he wasn't going into the direction of the apartment.
Danny lurked in and out of the doorways to follow him for several more blocks, into a seedy neighborhood of run-down bars and pool halls and liquor stores with their partially burned out neon signs. Danny watched his dad take up his stance as before, one foot cocked back against the wall, where he waited and watched up and down the street. Soon, a big black car pulled up to the curb. His dad shoved himself away from the wall and walked over to the car. He bent down at the window for a moment then climbed into the back of the car and it drove off.
Danny felt the grip of terror in his guts. His dad was into it deeper than he thought if somebody like that drove up to pick him up in a fancy car. He didn't know whether to rush home or wait around. If the car dropped his dad off back at the apartment, he would find Danny's bed empty. He made his choice; he would take his chances and wait for the car to return. He waited for over two hours. Finally, the big car drove up and his dad got out. He turned and leaned back to the window to say something then the car drove off, but not before something was tossed out of the window.
Danny flattened himself against the wall in the doorway to see which way his dad went this time. He was heading back towards the apartment. Danny knew he had to get home but first he wanted to see what was tossed out the car window. He felt it might hold a clue. He waited till his dad was out of distance to recognize him then rushed across the street. There wasn't anything there. Not even any litter, which was unusual. Then he saw something, hanging over the edge of the curb. He reached down to pick it up. It was a huge condom! The biggest condom he'd ever seen, and it was full of cum, still warm to the touch.
He stood there holding it for a brief moment while his mind went from numb to shock as his brain opened up and the light came on. It took a moment but everything was suddenly adding up. His dad coming out of the warehouse buttoning up his jeans. The guy coming out of the alley spitting and wiping his mouth. And now this...a used, cum-filled condom. His dad was selling himself! He was having sex for money!
Suddenly he realized that he had to get home before his dad. For some reason he jerked out his handkerchief and wrapped the condom in it. Then he slipped over to another street and ran like hell. He was safe in bed only moments before his dad came in. He couldn't sleep. He was still reeling from the jolt to the core that his dad was actually having sex for money and he felt guilty that he was part of the reason; another mouth to feed. As he lay in the dark, gazing up at the ceiling, the images of his father floated across his brain. He wasn't just having sex; he was doing it with guys! Danny felt guilty and confused and stunned but he took some strange refuge that it wasn't drugs.
Danny followed his dad two more nights to confirm his suspicions. They were confirmed beyond any doubt. He went to the warehouse as well as a couple of times in the alley with different men. Danny wondered if his mother knew, or even suspected. Surely, she didn't. He couldn't think of any way to ask her and if he did, his dad would kill him. Meanwhile, he felt more and guiltier about what his dad was doing to keep the family afloat. It was partly his fault. He wasn't doing enough to help out and he was another mouth to feed. He vowed that he would find more steady work and take the pressure off of his dad.
Over the next several days the idea of finding work began to take on a new meaning. It developed gradually, like a chicken embryo inside its shell, till it took on the aspects of a conscious decision. It was all so ludicrous. His dad was out selling himself for sex with other guys while he was lying out on the fire escape jacking off like a little boy. He was wasting what he could be getting paid for. It would mean confronting his dad, though, and he didn't know yet how he would do that. He wouldn't even want to think about his dad's reaction to such an idea. But it gnawed at him till he finally found the courage to act. He took the straight forward approach, just like his dad had taught him to tackle anything. That night after supper, after spending time with the family, as he always did, his dad go up to "go to work" for a few hours. Danny followed him out into the hallway.
"Let me go with you," he said. Despite the many times he had rehearsed this moment, he was so scared that his voice was shaky and weak. His dad turned around with a look of displeasure and impatience. "I've told you, you can't work on the docks," he said. "I can do the work you're doing," Danny said, suddenly more emboldened. His dad looked at him, a little confused, as if he were wondering if perhaps Danny might really know what kind of work he was doing. Danny decided to strike again while the iron was hot. "I know what you're doing, dad, and I can do it. I'm old enough," he said flatly.
"Just what is it that you know I'm doing?" his dad snarled.
"Do you want me to say it?"
"No," Jim said, shaking his head with a wary eye on the apartment door. "Just get back in the apartment."
I've seen you come out of that warehouse and out of the alley and I saw you getting out of that big black limo." So?" his dad said in a belligerent tone. "Those were business deals, on the side."
I found the condom somebody threw out the window as the car drove off. Do you want me to go on?" Danny asked.
Jim's facial expression changed. "No," he said, shaking his head with a wary eye toward the apartment door. "I don't believe you followed me and spied on me," he said with disappointment.
"I just wanted to come to work with you, on the docks," Danny said.
"Just get back in the apartment," Jim said with disgust.
"We could work as a team, dad," Danny went on. "We could bring home maybe twice whatever you're making."
"Are you out of your mind!" Jim hissed. He grabbed Danny's arm and pulled him half way down the hall, out of earshot of the apartment door. "Do you hear what you're saying? Do you really know what I'm doing?" Jim exclaimed.
"Dad, I'm eighteen years old, I know about shit like that."
"Knowing about it is one thing..."
"I know you're selling yourself, dad, and I've got what guys like that are willing to pay for, same as you," Danny cut in.
"We all sell ourselves, anybody who draws down a paycheck," Jim said. "I go to work all day unloading and loading trucks, I'm selling my muscles, because that's all I've got."
"I've got muscles, too," Danny said.
"Get back in the apartment," Jim said coldly. "And don't ever mention this again. Do you understand?"
Danny knew the tone. He obeyed his father. He muttered a "Yes, sir" and went back inside but his resolve was still strong. He mulled it over in his mind for days, and he didn't jack off for all of those nights. Surprisingly, his dad acted as if nothing had been said and he was thankful for that. More than anything in the world, he wanted them to remain a family and he would do anything it took, just like his dad was doing. One evening when he was helping take the garbage to the curb Danny asked, "Does mom know?"
Jim turned to him with an incredulous look. "Are you crazy? Of course she doesn't know. And you're not going to tell her!"
"No, I would never do that," Danny said. "I wouldn't know how. But I've thought it over some more and I... I'm coming with you, dad."
"I told you never to speak of this again," his dad said.
But Danny ignored him, "You can take me with you or I'll follow you and you'll have to deal with me on the spot, but I'm coming." He was thankful that the words were out but his insides were tied in knots.
"Don't even think about it," Jim warned in an even tone.
"Or, I can strike out on my own," Danny went on. Waiting for his dad's reaction, he half expected to get a fist in his jaw that would land him on the other side of the street. Jim heaved a sigh. "Look, Danny, I'm only doing this till I can find a steady second job. I've got to get us out of this place. Your mom is doing the best she can, but it's tearing me up inside, seeing her and you kids..."
"Don't worry about me," Danny cut in. "Just let me help get us out."
"No. Not that way. What kind of man lets his son earn money doing what I'm doing? Hell, I would rather beg on the street."
"No, you wouldn't. You don't have it in you to beg or take charity. If you did you would be begging instead of doing what you're doing. So for the last time, dad...if you don't take me with you, I'll do it on my own. Which is going to be?"
"Goddamit, who raised you?" Jim exclaimed in desperation. "I'm looking at him," Danny said. "You know damned well if it was your dad and you were my age you would do the same thing."
Jim sighed again. "Yeah, maybe I would. But my dad wouldn't be in this predicament." He looked away with a sigh, and then threw his hands up in helpless frustration. "I ought to just kick your ass and beat some sense in your head, but I can see you're not going to listen. Okay. I'll tell your mother you're coming with me."
"Are we going tonight?" Danny asked.
"No. We have to soften your mother up to the idea first," Jim said.
"You're going to tell Mom what we're doing?" Danny exclaimed.
"No! We have to soften her up to the idea of you working on the docks with me. She's not going to like it."
His Mom didn't like it but she didn't voice any protestations. She gave his dad that tight-lipped look of disapproval and said, "Well, you do whatever you think you have to do." They left the apartment together the next night.
"If you're gonna do this--and I know you will one way or the other, you do exactly as I say," Jim said.
Danny felt a little sorry for his dad, that he had forced him into bringing his son along, but he didn't feel guilty for putting him in that situation. If anything, he felt strangely proud to be walking alongside his dad down the dark street to go to work with him. And he was a little excited about the sex part of it. At the edge of the warehouse district his dad slowed his walk and stopped when he came to an alley. "We just hang around here till somebody comes along," he said as he leaned back and cocked his foot up against the wall as Danny had seen him do before. Danny did the same thing. His heart pounded with excitement as they waited. It all seemed so surreal; where they were, why they were there, being with his dad and knowing what he, or they, would be doing in a short time. It was barely five minutes before a man came sauntering down the sidewalk from another direction. "How're you doing?" the man asked, eyeing both of them.
"Okay," Jim replied.
"Looks like you could be doing better than okay," the man said, his eyes openly raking up and down both of them. "Just out for a walk?" he asked, "Or are you down here on business?"
"Both, maybe," Jim said.
The man looked all around. "It doesn't look like there're any businesses open," he said. Jim just looked at him. Danny waited with a shortness of breath to see how it would play out. "Maybe you would like to do some business?" the man asked.
"Depends on what you've got in mind," Jim said.
"Depends on what you've got to offer."
Danny wondered why they didn't just come out with it, the guy say what he wanted and his dad either agree to it or not. He hoped he agreed to it. He was excited as hell about the prospect of it all; watching his own dad get his cock sucked by this guy, or even more exciting, getting his own cock sucked, right there in front of his dad. After a short hesitation, without a word, his dad turned into the alley. Danny followed close behind him. Half way down the alley, out of the ring of light from the security light on the side of the opposite building, Jim stopped. They stood in the shadows again and Jim leaned back against the building with both feet planted on the ground, wide apart. Danny did the same.
"Is this a package deal?" the man asked as he walked up to them.
"Me...maybe both," Jim said. "Both costs double."
Danny was surprised at his dad's cool, matter-of-fact manner that he was offering himself, and him, his own son to this man for money. It was so far out of character for him that he wouldn't have recognized him in the dark alley.
"What's double?" the man asked.
"A hundred bucks," Jim said.
"Geezusss!" the man swore. "I can get it for twenty."
"I guess they know what they're worth," Jim said coolly.
Danny was surprised too. He had no idea it would be that much; that anybody would pay that much money to suck another guy's cock. He hadn't really thought about it till the man asked, but then he figured it would be only ten or twenty bucks. Jim shoved himself away from the building as if to leave, but the man stopped him.
"Wait. Okay." He stepped in closer and clasped his hands tightly around the front of Jim's jeans. Danny watched in total surprise. He couldn't have imagined in a million years his dad letting a guy touch him like that. Then the man reached over for Danny's crotch. He jumped at his touch but quickly relaxed. His dad reached over and grabbed the man's wrist. "I just wanta make sure you've got the money," he said.
"Sure." The man dug into his pocket and brought out some folded bills. He peeled off two twenties and a ten and handed then to Jim. "Fifty is all I've got."
"That'll get me," Jim said as he stuffed the money into his pocket.
"Why not the kid?" the man asked.
"Because I said so," Jim replied. He leaned back against the wall to let the man continue groping him. He groped Danny, too, taking his time, as if he were relishing the feel of Danny's crotch. Danny liked how it felt, too, and his cock was responding fast. He wished the man would just take his cock out, at least for a look or a feel. He was anxious to see what it felt like to have his cock sucked. But the guy had only paid fifty bucks and that was for his dad.
Jim let him undo his jeans. He was struggling inside the fly when Jim grew impatient, undid the top button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. The white of his briefs showed brightly in the soft light. The man rubbed his hand over the bulging briefs. "Feels like this just might be worth fifty bucks," the man said.
Danny felt a strange perversion wanting to see his dad's cock. He'd never seen him with a hardon but he knew he was big, and he often wondered how big he got when he was hard. As the man was digging his hand inside the briefs, Jim grew impatient and shoved his jeans and shorts down. His cock swung up free and hung in a wide arch out from his loins--a long way out. "Wow!" the man gasped. Danny almost said "Wow" too, but he stifled it. His dad was BIG. There was something weird about being impressed by the size of your dad's cock. Jim lifted his cock in the palm of his hand and held it out to the guy.
"Damn, that's nice," the man said, wrapping his hand around it. Then he reached over and squeezed the front of Danny's jeans again. "I wanta see what he's got."
"Fifty bucks gets you what you've got in your hand."
"Maybe just a feel in the raw? Maybe I can afford both of you next time," the man pleaded. "When you come back with the money you can feel all you want," Jim said. He let the guy grope Danny's crotch for a minute then reached over and grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. Danny wished he would let him more than feel. He wanted the guy to take his cock out and get a good look at it. But he was getting a good feel, running his hand up and down the long, lump inside his jeans.
"I want you next time," he told Danny. Then he turned back to Jim. Danny watched with great anticipation. The man wet his lips and slowly slid them around the head of his dad's cock. Jim wasn't able to stifle his moan of pleasure as the man slid his mouth down onto his cock. The man moaned too. Danny's cock throbbed painfully inside the confines of his shorts. Jim put his hands on the back of the man's head and began sliding his cock in and out of his mouth, fucking his face.
"Uummmmppphh.....OOogggmmmmppphhhh!" he choked around the thick cock before he got off of it. "Take it easy, don't choke me with it. Let me suck it." Jim removed his hands and placed them on his hips and let the man suck his cock. He glanced at Danny and their eyes met for a split second. Danny wasn't sure what he saw before his dad looked away. He'd never seen that look before. Jim laid his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Danny could see his chest heaving and hear his breathing. The man got off his cock. "Don't cum yet," he said.
"Don't worry, you'll get your money's worth," Jim assured him in a surly tone. He sounded almost angry. He clasped his hands around the man's head and began fucking his mouth again. "You wanted cock, mister, that's what I'm gonna give you. You like it, getting your mouth fucked. Admit it."
The man couldn't admit anything. He was too busy trying to suck cock and keep from choking on the thrusting meat. He was slobbering and gasping and he had to use both hands around Jim's thighs to keep some control over Jim's hips. Suddenly, Jim stopped forcing him and put his hands on his hips again. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, using more gentle strokes. The guy sucked him slow and deep, like he wanted to. Jim let him have his way for a few minutes then he grabbed his head and began fucking his mouth real hard again.
"Yeah, take it," he growled as he buried his cock all the way in the man's throat. "Take that big fucking cock!" He smashed the man's face against his loins and twisted his hips around as he plowed his cock deep in his throat. "God, yeah, swallow it! Eat that big fuckin' cock!"
Danny was mesmerized, and stunned at the way his dad was acting and talking. He'd never imagined he could talk like that and he certainly never thought his father to be so ruthless. He obviously didn't give a dam about the guy on his knees. Then Danny saw that the man had his own cock out and was jacking it furiously as he snorted and choked on his dad's cock. He WAS liking it. He was getting off on the rough treatment his dad was giving him.
Jim took turns force-fucking the man's mouth and easing off and letting him do it nice and easy. The guy didn't seem to mind. He took a short break, licking the head of Jim's cock while he pumped it in his fist. "If you want my load, better get back on it, and don't stop," Jim said.
The man stopped, gasping, and said, "Yesss...give it to me...I want your hot load!" Then he gobbled Jim's cock again. Jim clasped his hands around his head again and started fucking him hard. He plunged his cock forward like a pile driver, held it deep and tight and twisted his hips around, then pulled out, only to drive it back in again. He paid no attention to the man's choking and gagging and gasping pleas. He was fucking his mouth with a vengeance. The man went off before Jim did. He squealed and Danny saw him lurch and then caught a glimpse of the white streak that shot out from between his legs and disappeared into the dark of the night and splattered on the ground. Jim kept fucking his face unmercifully, snorting in breaths of air and cursing under his breath. Suddenly he was trembling and his hips were lurching around and Danny knew his dad was cumming. At the last second his dad pulled his cock out of the man's mouth and held his head back a few inches away from it. "Open up, give me a target," he told him as he pumped his cock.
"Give it to me! Let me suck it!" the man whimpered as he tried to capture the quivering cock again with his mouth.
"You can suck it," Jim told him as he kept pumping his cock. "You can suck it dry." But he kept jacking it off himself with the man's face held about eight inches back. The man whimpered with excitement and anticipation as he kept pumping his own cock. Danny held his breath, waiting to see his dad shoot. He wanted to take his own cock out and jack off but he didn't dare. It would look boyish, and besides, his dad might get pissed if he let the guy even see his cock. Suddenly Jim seemed to freeze for a second, then a spurt of cum shot out of his cock in a long, thick rope and sailed straight into the guy's mouth.
"UUUhhnnnnhhh!" the man groaned loudly as his mouth was filled with hot, thick cum. He kept groaning over and over again, almost going into ecstasy with each spurt of cum. Danny stood there with his jaw dropped. He'd never seen anything like it. His dad was shooting off like a horse! It just kept shooting. Some of it splattered on the man's face and in his eyes and in his hair.
Suddenly Jim grabbed his head again and shoved his cock in his mouth, all the way to the hairs and twisted his butt around in circles. "Okay, suck it," he told him. "Suck it dry."
The man squealed and whimpered and choked and gagged but Jim kept fucking his mouth and pumping hot come down his throat. Danny wanted to try to stop him before he choked the guy to death but he held fast. Any interference would probably bring a backhand across his face. Not that his dad was violent, but Danny had never seen him in this state of surly excitement.
Gradually, Jim slowed his twisting around and stopped with the man's face smashed into his hairs. Then he removed his hands from his head and held them out, as if to say, Okay, I'm done, you can get off. The man pulled back off of the still-hard cock with a gasping, whimpering moan. He rested back on his haunches, gasping for air as he swiped the cum off his face. Danny was dumbfounded when he licked his fingers off. "Goddam!" he swore softly. "That was incredible! Geezusss, you're not only hung like a horse, you cum like a stallion."
"Just giving you your money's worth," Jim said as he pulled his shorts and jeans up. Danny reached out to help steady the man on his feet when he tried to get up. Jim started to walk away and Danny let go of the guy and rushed after him. It was like another world outside the alley. Even the air smelled fresher. They walked briskly for several blocks, neither of them speaking. Danny was afraid to speak and he wished his dad would say something. He wanted to tell him how impressed he was the way he shot off, how proud he was of his huge cock but it wasn't something a guy told his dad. Finally, he found the courage to break the silence.
"You were awfully rough on that guy, dad," he said timidly.
"He got what he wanted," Jim said.
"I thought you were going to choke him to death."
"I gave him what he wanted," Jim said again. Are we going home now?" he asked timidly.
"But I'm still..." He cut himself off when his dad stopped in his tracks. "What you saw back there was something no boy should ever see. I'm so damned ashamed of myself for even taking you, let alone thinking you could do it, too. I know you can't ever forget it, but for the record, let's put it behind us, okay?"
"Sure, but what about..."
"Next time?" Jim cut in. "There's not going to be a next time. Not for you. And don't even think about striking out on your own. You start bringing in extra money, you'd better have a paycheck stub to back it up," he added as he walked away again.
"How come you wouldn't let the guy have me?" Danny asked. "He made his choice," Jim said.
What if he had picked me first?" Danny asked as they walked on.
"I don't know," Jim said.
"That would have changed everything, wouldn't it?"
"It wouldn't change the way I feel right now," he said.
"I shouldn't say this dad, but that was the most exciting thing I ever saw. I couldn't help wonder how it felt."
Jim stopped again. "Look, let's make this simple. I let a man suck my cock. There's no excitement, no feeling. I rented my body out for a few minutes. He got some pleasure out of it and I got fifty bucks for it. It's the money. End of story."
"It could've been twice as much money if he had it," Danny said.
"Yeah, an extra fifty bucks would make me feel a lot better," Jim said in a surly tone. "Look, you're eighteen years old, you're my son, and I'm shit for a father. I'm asking you, Danny--forget this night ever happened."
"You know I can't do that, but we don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to," Danny said.
"That'd be good."
But Danny wasn't able to get it out of his mind and he wanted to talk about it. He wanted to go with his dad again and do his part. More, he wanted to get his cock sucked in the worst way, and if he could pick up some big bucks along the way, that would be just fine. The relationship between them as father and son changed forever that night. Danny saw his dad in a completely different way, and he knew his dad was eaten up with guilt.
Jim went out almost every night to his other job but he wouldn't let Danny go with him. Danny's mom began to show signs of relief, visible in her smile and her demeanor that they were doing a lot better than keeping their heads above water. She began looking in the papers for an apartment, near a school, and for jobs that she could apply for. That ate at his dad, too, and he told her he could make it by himself, working two jobs.
"You can't work two jobs forever," she told him one night when they were talking about it at supper. "You're doing more than your share, and even Danny brings home a few extra dollars now and then."
"And you're doing your part, taking care of us and making a home in this dump I've landed us in," Jim said.
She smacked her hand on the table and her eyes sparked with anger. "Don't you ever dare to call our home a dump!" she said. "It doesn't matter where we live as long as we're together. Don't you ever say that again!" With that, she left the table.
Jim looked down at his plate then glanced at Danny. The look in the man's eyes sent chills down his spine. His mother's words still rang in his ears; even Danny brings home a few extra dollars now and then. Well, Danny could be bringing home a hell of a lot more extra dollars. And by God, he was going to! He followed his dad out the door one night when he was leaving for work. They were half way down the hall before his dad stopped. "Where're you going?" he asked.
"Like hell you are," Jim said.
"Like hell, I AM." Danny barked. He thought for a moment that his dad might hit him.
"Okay, I knew you wouldn't give up the idea," he said as he walked away with Danny in tow. When they were out on the street he went on. "There's stuff you need to know. Number one, the reason I held the guy back from you the other night was, he didn't have another fifty bucks. He wanted a freebie. I hate to say it, but you were bait. He was so hot for you, he was drooling. We'll see him again, and he'll have the fifty bucks; maybe a hundred. Number two, I screwed up."
"How?" Danny asked.
"When the guy went off, I should have stopped. He was satisfied; I could have saved the goodies for another customer. But he had me so hot I couldn't hold back."
"I'm glad you didn't." Jim glanced around with a curious scowl. "It was a pretty incredible sight, dad," Danny said. "And besides, you were still hard after you went off. You could've serviced another guy."
"Yeah, II was I guess I could've."
That second night out together, Danny got his initiation. It was about nine when they left the apartment. "Now don't go doing anything stupid. Stay close, and follow my lead," Jim told his son as they headed for the warehouse district.
They took up their post as before, near the alley. Two men walked by, on their way to the pool hall up the street. "That would have been interesting...two of them," Danny remarked. He knew by his dad's scowl that it was the wrong thing to say. Another guy came toward them. It was only his silhouette, but by that, it was obvious that he was well built, and by his walk, he was young. As he drew closer, it was equally obvious that he was a bodybuilder, about twenty or so. He stopped.
"Hey," he greeted them.
"How you doing?" Jim said.
"Okay. Are you guys together? Waiting on someone?" "We're together," Jim said. "Waiting on someone? No, no one in particular...it all depends."
"On who comes along," Jim replied.
Danny could understand why his dad was being coy and evasive with this guy. He wasn't the type to be prowling the streets for his pleasure. He was good-looking, and the way he filled out his clothes, he could get his pleasure about anywhere he wanted it. Danny thought his dad might be thinking the guy was a cop.
"I came along...any chance that you were waiting on me?" the youth said.
"That depends on why you're down here."
"Looking for some action." Bingo! Danny couldn't believe it, but there it was. "My name's Tuff," the youth went on, putting out his hand.
"Good name," Jim said. "My name's Jim. This is my son, Danny." We all shook hands.
"Your son, huh? That's cool," Tuff said. "How much are we talking?" He held up his hand, laughing. "I know, it depends on what I want. The works. Anything and everything you guys do. Maybe even things you haven't done; you could practice on me."
Danny was wondering if the guy was on something. "How long do you want us for?" Jim asked.
"Till I get my rocks off," Tuff replied.
"One fifty," Jim said.
Jim moved away from the wall. "Where to? Have you got a place?" he asked.
"There's a place I know, down the alley."
They walked with the bodybuilder into the dark alley, past the soft glow of the security light, at the spot where they'd been the night before, and turned into an adjoining alley. He led them through a narrow opening behind a wall that closed the alley off at one end; the other end was the solid brick. In the soft darkness, Tuff peeled off his shirt. His muscular upper body fairly exploded out of the narrow waist of his jeans. Danny was awed by his muscles. "You wanta get out of your clothes?"
"You want us naked?" Jim asked.
"Yeah. It's safe here. I use this place all the time."
Danny waited till his dad started to undress then followed his lead.
"I gotta ask this," Jim said. "How come a good-looking muscle-stud like you is prowling around this neighborhood paying for it?"
"I like men. Real men.--studs. This is the best place to find real men. I can't come on to guys at the gym," he said. Tuff was naked first, standing there in his socks and hiking boots looking like a god. Danny had always admired his dad's body, but Tuff made them both look pretty ordinary--except in the manhood department. It was him that was ordinary there. Maybe it was his size...two-fifty; he guessed...that made his cock look smaller. The guy was impressed when Jim took off his shorts.
"I rest my case," he said, eyeing Jim's cock. Danny lagged behind, to follow his dad's lead. Jim slipped his work boots back on, like the bodybuilder. Danny straightened from taking off his jeans and shorts at the same time and stepped back into his boots.
"Geezusss! Like father like son!" Tuff exclaimed. He reached out for both cocks. "Fuck, I hit the jackpot tonight," he said as he pumped their cocks. "Shit I can't even get my hand around either one of them."
Think your mouth is going to fit around 'em?" Jim asked.
"Oh, yeah," Tuff said. He squatted down on his haunches, his own cock sticking out between his thighs about seven inches. He wasn't huge in length, but he was thick as a wrist. "Turn around," he told them. They turned around and Tuff started squeezing their butts. "Damn! Nice!" he said in a whisper. "Fuck, you only see butts like this in the gym." Danny felt Tuff's hand on his lower back, pressuring him to bend over. Terror gripped his guts as he imagined in a flash what the guy wanted to do. He felt safe that his dad wouldn't let him, but the idea of having a big, thick cock shoved in his ass scared him. But when he glanced over his shoulder, Tuff was still down on his haunches. He began playing with Danny's butt with both hands, squeezing the taut muscles, pulling them apart. Suddenly Danny felt something hot and wet and alive.
"Ohhhhhhh," he cried out softly. It took him a second to realize that the big bodybuilder was tonguing his ass! "Awww Awwwhhhhh!"
Jim straightened to watch while he slowly pumped his huge cock. Tuff reached out with a hand around his thigh and pulled him in close where he could suck his cock as well as tongue Danny's asshole. Danny was going nuts. He'd never imagined that he had feelings in his ass but this guy was finding them. He still hadn't had his cock sucked, though, and he wished Tuff would go down on him so he would at last find out what it felt like. Then Danny saw his dad bend over and Tuff left his butt for his dad's. As his dad had done, Danny stood in close so Tuff could reach his cock.
"Yeah, bring that big hunk of meat here," Tuff said as he pulled Danny in and wrapped his mouth around his cock.
"OHHHH!" Danny exclaimed. Tuff's tongue was lashing all around the head of his cock, causing his legs to tremble. "Ohhh, My Godddd!" He couldn't believe anything could feel so wonderful. Then Tuff went back to tonguing his dad's ass. He took turns. He pulled them both in and tried to suck both of their cocks at the same time but they were too big. Danny trembled with excitement at the feel of his cock against his dad's.
"Which one of you wants to eat my ass?" Tuff asked. Danny froze inside. His dad glanced at him, then at Tuff. It was obvious that he hadn't expected this.
"You said anything for my hundred and fifty bucks," Tuff reminded us. Danny didn't believe that his dad would have him tongue the bodybuilder's ass. "I'm clean," Tuff said. "Squeaky clean--cleaner than any pussy."
"Not in front of my son," Jim said in a hoarse voice.
"Let him do it, then?" Tuff said.
"No," Jim said quickly. "No, I" He glanced at Danny. "I'll do it." Danny stood mesmerized watching his dad squat down behind the hunky bodybuilder and begin kissing his butt muscles. He watched him pull them apart and bury his face between them and then Tuff let out a moan and he knew his dad was tonguing his asshole. Tuff reached back with his hands around Jim's head to smash his face into his butt. Tuff straightened and looked over his shoulder. "You do it now," he said to Danny.
"No," Jim cut in. "No, I'll do it. Let me."
"I want him to do it," Tuff said. "I never had a teenage boy eat my ass."
"No, I'll give you back"
"I'll do it," Danny cut in. "Danny"
"I can do it, dad," he said. "If you can do it, I can." He quickly averted the pained look in his dad's eyes as he lowered himself to his haunches behind the muscular bodybuilder. He saw his dad look away as he pulled the man's butt apart to bury his face between them.
"Ohhhhohhh, Geezusss, he's good," Tuff said. "Shit, he's doing it like he likes it. Aww. Fuck, yeah, get that tongue in thereohhhh, yeah, real deep!" Danny did like it. It was a surprising and awesome thing that he couldn't believe he was doing and he didn't understand why it was so exciting, but he liked tonguing the man's asshole. "Get down there and suck my cock while he's eating my ass," Tuff told Jim.
"I know what I said," Jim cut in. "You can get off sucking my cock, or his, and I'll give you fifty bucks back."
"I don't want my money back, I want" But Jim was thrusting his money out to him. Danny was disappointed that the bodybuilder accepted the money. He stuffed the bills into his socks and went quietly to his knees and started sucking Danny's cock. Danny and his dad both shot off within seconds of each other. Tuff knelt in front of them with his face tilted up and his mouth open, begging and whimpering for their loads. He squealed and whimpered like a girl when they blasted his face with their hot cum. It almost made Danny sick, the way he was acting, except that he was so muscular and studly good looking. They got dressed in silence. The bodybuilder left the alley shirtless; he had to use his T-shirt to wipe all the cum off his face. Danny and Jim started down the street.
"Hey." They turned around. "Thanks. It was great. I wanta do it again sometime."
Jim didn't say anything, he just turned and walked on with his son by his side. "I'm sorry, son," Jim said quietly.
"For doing what I did; for putting you through it, and allowing you"
"You didn't put me through anything, dad," Danny cut in.
"I tongued a guy's asshole! I let you tongue a guy's asshole."
"It wasn't so bad," Danny said. "He was clean as hell. In fact, it was sort of exciting; he was really clean, and smooth, like he shaved or something. It wasn't so bad." "Yeah, he wascleanand smooth," Jim said. "But I don't want you to do this again."
"That horse is already out of the barn, dad," Danny said.
"Well, we're gonna put it back in."
"He's long gone, dad. And I don't want to stop. It was pretty incredible, getting my cock sucked, and his tongue sure felt good."
"It's not going to stop there," Jim said. "You heard what he wanted us to do. The tables are gonna turn one of these days, and II don't want you there for what I might do."
"Does that mean you're going to suck cock one of these days?" Danny asked . "No."
"If a guy offered you a thousand bucks to suck his cock, you wouldn't do it?"
"I would," Danny said.
Jim stopped in his tracks and gaped at his son. "Geezuss, what have I done?" He mumbled.
"I think I could've done it tonight if you hadn't stopped me and gave his money back. We could be going home with fifty more bucks."
They went out night after night, plying their trade, father and son, side by side. Danny was insatiable. He didn't want to go home. He could get a hardon and go off three or four times. One night he went home with two hundred dollars himself.
"We're going to jack our price up," Jim said one night as they were walking home.
"Double, at least."
"Can we get it?' "Everybody seems to get real excited that we're father and son. I figure that's worth some extra bucks. We're going to raise our price and get off the streets."
"I don't know for sure. But we're going to wait around for a few nights and see if that guy comes by in the limo."
"Yeah, he must have plenty of money," Danny said.
"And connections. He knows people who have money."
Their first night out was dry. They hung around for two hours and turned down several propositions but the limo never showed. Same the second night.
"We're loosing money, Dad, waiting around for that guy," Danny said.
"If we can make contact, we'll more than make it up," Jim said.
"Let me do a couple while we're waiting. I'm good for three or four times," Danny said. Jim reluctantly agreed. It was like they were more business partners than dad and son when they were out. While Danny took a guy into the alley, Jim stood watch for the limo. Danny serviced three guys but the limo never showed. "Well, at least we made a hundred and fifty bucks," Danny said, handing the money to his dad.
"YOU made a hundred and fifty bucks," his dad said.
The third night they were standing around the front of the pool hall when Jim saw the headlights set in the wide, classy front, moving slowly down the street. "I think that's him," he said.
"Is it the same car?"
"I don't know. It don't matter. If he's down here he's looking." The limo pulled over to the curb and the rear window went down.
"Good evening, gentlemen," the person inside said. "Hey," Jim said as he moved away from the wall and walked over to the car. He put a hand discreetly on Danny's stomach to tell him to stay put.
"Nice night for a ride," the man said.
"Yeah, but we're on foot," Jim said.
"That could be remedied, couldn't it?"
"What about the boy? Are you together?" the man asked.
"Yes. He's my son," Jim said.
"I love that fantasy," the man said with a soft laugh.
"It's no fantasy. He IS my son," Jim said. "You can ask him."
"Let's meet him." Jim waved for Danny to come over. "I believe you. He walks like you and he looks like you." He leaned toward the window to look Danny up and down. "Is this your dad?"
"How long has he been your dad?" the man asked. Danny looked at Jim, confused.
"Eighteen years," Jim said. "Barely eighteen. He just had a birthday a couple of weeks ago."
"Why don't you both get in and let's go for a ride and see if we can work something out." They climbed in the back and sat on the jump seats facing the wide rear seat. The man was young and handsome and well-dressed in a silk shirt and dark slacks. Although not a bodybuilder, he filled out his shirt nicely with a gym-built body. Danny wondered, like the bodybuilder, Tuff, why the guy was cruising around to pay for sex. He also wondered what the guy did to be so rich. He assumed drugs.
"My name is Rich," he said, putting out his hand.
"Jim. This is Danny."
"Come over and sit on the seat beside me, Jim and Danny."
They moved across to sit on either side of him. Rich pushed a button and leaned up to the bar that was opening in front of them. "Let me fix you a drink," he said. "What's your preference?" "Whiskey, straight," Jim said.
"And what about your boy?"
"Ask him," Jim said.
Danny was more than surprised that his dad was letting him drink; even order his own. He didn't know what to ask for so he asked for whiskey, too. They settled back in the wide, spacious seat with their drinks.
"Now, tell me, what can I expect for the good money I plan to lay out?" Rich asked.
"Depends on how much good money you plan to lay out," Jim said. "I can see you're not a novice at the trade," Rich said, laughing.
"I've been at it awhile. He just started," Jim said. "The father-and-son team brings a premium, of course."
"Of course. I have a thousand dollars burning a hole in my pocket. What will that buy me?"
Danny almost gasped. A thousand dollars! He was stunned at his dad's reply. "It'll get you one of us," Jim said.
"Why would I want only half of a father-and-son team? Let's cut to the chase. Five thousand gets me anything I want."
"No weird shit, like whips and stuff," Jim said.
"Nothing that weird, I don't go for that myself. No, just plain, down-home sex."
Danny couldn't believe his ears. Five thousand dollars! They could move out of the apartment right away; maybe into a house, and the kids could go to school. HE could go to school, finish his senior year. Jim looked at Danny. "What do you think son?"
"I'm ready to go for it," Danny said.
"You remember that bodybuilder," Jim reminded him.
"Yeah. Nothing I can't handle," Danny said.
"Okay, five thousand," Jim agreed.
"Then let the games begin. Why don't we start by all taking off our clothes?"
"We're going to do it right here in the limo?" Jim asked, surprised.
"It adds to the excitement, having sex while you're driving down the street. Don't worry; no
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