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My father owned a pretty lucrative fix-it shop in the town where we lived.
Although I never felt that my father was very intelligent, he did make a
good living for us because he was an extremely hard worker, staying open
seven days a week and often working into the evening. My father was a
quiet guy for the most part who appeared to be popular with customers but
never had a lot of close friends. After serving in the military, he met my
mom and left his own family behind in another state. After I grew up, I
realized his family had been pretty screwed up with alcoholism and this is
why my father never encouraged our family to be close to them. We had a
pretty typical family, not rich but not poor either. My parents rarely
fought but they also never seemed all that fond of each other. In short,
they appeared to live separate lives although they did share the same
bedroom. Looking back I often wonder if they were closer than they
appeared. I think they were both incredibly shy people and this may be the
reason they were never demonstrative about their feelings toward one
another. Neither of my parents paid a lot of attention to us k**s and I
was never really close to either of them. We were generally allowed to do
what we wanted as long as we never broke the law or upset other adults in
the neighborhood.
Up until the time of the incident I am writing about, I hadn't thought a
lot about sex although this was about to change. However, I did know all
about the basics. Although I was a k** during the 60's, no one I knew ever
talked about homosexuality aside from older k**s making the occasional
off-color comments that were at the time usually more confusing to me than
humerous.
As I mentioned before, my dad owned a fix-it shop in the town where we
lived. The shop was a piece of property that had once been a very small
one-story home in our town. The original structure had never been altered
and over the years was pretty much filled from top to bottom with old tools
and machines as well as junk my father just never managed to remove from
the building. Aside from most of the building being used as dad's
workspace, the shop also had several pieces of old furniture for our
customers to sit on that included an old couch. Until I was much older, my
dad always discourage me from hanging around the shop. This was
disappointing to me because I liked to be there to hear the adult males
talk about all types of subjects. My father was also very strict about my
being in the shop when no one was there. Once I got caught playing there
when no one else was at the shop and I received a pretty violent spanking
with the belt by my father. There was a back door to the shop that never
locked properly so I knew I could always get inside the building if I
wanted. A couple of times I had taken my friends inside at night but those
occasions were rare due to the risk of getting caught and getting the belt
or possibly worse. Being very blue color and not having an education, my
father could be sort of brutal by today's standards. Today I can admit
that as a young k** I was very much afraid of my dad.
This particular evening, more due to having a whim than anything else, I
was riding my bike home from a friends and decided hang out at the
abandoned shop for a while. I remember not wanting to go home just yet
because it was summer and was still light outside although it was also
pretty late. A can recall that I had not planned on staying inside the
shop very long but just long enough to check out the appliances that people
had brought to the shop for my father to fix. I rode my bike to the back
of the property and threw it down in the weeds rather than park it by the
back door. The way into the shop was by pushing hard on the back door. It
was one of those situations where the door wouldn't line up to the deadbolt
because the doorframe was crooked since the foundation was beginning to
crumble. When no one was there, the shop was a little spooky because of
all of the placed a person could hide. I usually tried not to think about
this but focused more on the way the place smelled, which was a mixture of
mold, wood fuel and machinery. I had probably been inside looking at the
various bits and pieces my father was working on when I heard what sounded
like a car pulling up to the shop on the gravel driveway next to the
building. Since I was in the front room of the shop I looked out the
window and could tell it was my father's pickup. My heart just sank
because I knew he would be coming inside and I would be in real trouble if
he caught me fooling around in there. As I moved to the back of the shop
in order to escape I quickly considered the noise the back door would make
when I shoved it open to leave. In less than a second I made up my mind to
forget about trying to leave and decided it would be better to hide
instead. There were three rooms in my father's shop and I chose the room
he used to store machines and also a lot of junk since I knew he unlikely
to enter this room. I ducked under a low table that was pinned in with
junk just as I heard my fathers voice as he unlocked the front door of the
shop. This surprised me because I realized he had someone with him. Upon
entering they flipped on a light as walked into the front room and I could
clearly hear another man's voice speaking to my father. They stayed in the
front room and I couldn't really make out what they were saying to one
another. Although I tried, I was unable to recognize the other man's
voice. As I was laying face down on the floor trying to be invisible, I
was thinking about how embarrassing it would be to get caught for being
there, especially in front of another person. They must have stayed in the
front room talking for about 20 or 30 minutes but to me it seemed like
forever. Although I could hear their voices, I could only understand every
third or fourth word they were saying so I honestly don't know what line of
conversation lead up to what happened next. Suddenly I saw the light in
the front room go off, which meant they were leaving. I was probably
immediately relieved because this meant I was safe and could sneak out once
they drove off. However, to my surprise, I heard my father and the other
man walk into the workroom, which was directly opposite the room I was
hiding in. Although it was cast in heavy shadows since the sun had finally
set, there was enough light from the streetlamp outside that allowed me to
see their feet and legs as they walked into the room. Due to my low
vantage point lying under the table, I couldn't see anything above the
level of the men's knees. As they entered my father's workroom, I became
convinced they must have somehow heard me and were fumbling around in the
dark in order to find an intruder hiding in the shop, possibly knowing it
was I. At first I planned to give myself up rather than wait for the
inevitable. However, I was actually too scared to move and just held my
breath while waiting for them to find me. Although they weren't speaking,
I could see they were standing right next to each other in the middle of
the workroom. I reasoned they were listening for any movement I would make
so they could catch me. Instead, I started to hear something else,
something other than talking that sounded a little strange to me. At first
it sounded like a slurping sound but I now know it is the sound two people
make when they are kissing deeply. This went on for a couple of minutes
until I heard the other man mention they should move to the couch. I
couldn't understand why the other guy was suggesting this as I heard them
sit down on the couch without turning on the light. I also begin to
realize they probably hadn't come into the back of the shop to hunt for me
and I was immediately relieved. It suddenly became clear to me my father
and this man had other plans that had nothing to do with me at all. Since
the couch was just partially in my view, I could only make out the dim
shape of the other guy as he almost noiselessly stretched out on the couch.
The next thing I knew, my father moved over to the couch and I could hear
the movement of someone else putting weight on the frame. Although I
couldn't discern any real detail of what I was seeing, I could tell the two
shapes were lying on top of each other. Soon the two men were quiet again
other than the sound of two people fiercely kissing followed by an
occasional low murmur. Next thought I heard the rustling of clothes coming
from the direction of the two men. Apparently, they were starting to take
off their clothes. This was probably the point that I became the most
frightened because I suddenly realized I was in the worst position
imaginable to a ten year old k**. I was intruding in a situation that I
had no business in. Hidden under the table, I could somewhat see that my
father and the other guy were now getting off the couch as they appeared to
be taking off their clothes. The next thing I heard was a sound that is so
innocent yet it is something that I have never forgotten. It was the sound
of a belt buckle striking a hardwood floor when a guy takes off his pants.
This was unmistakable because it was a sound I made myself every night when
getting undressed for bed. Although I still felt fear and dread in the pit
of my stomach, I can tell you honestly that I also began to feel something
else.
After a few minutes, from what I could tell they must have both been naked
as I could see the faint outline of their white skin, which was more
illuminated for me than when they appeared when they were both dressed.
Although I could only see a small portion of the couch, I could hear
practically every sound being made by my father and the other guy,
including each time their weight shifted on the couch. Having said this, I
could tell they were moving around a lot. The quiet murmurs they had been
emiting were now replaced by sighs with an occasional groan. It was as
though they were less concerned about being quiet as they were upon first
moving to the couch. Eventually, I heard someone move to the floor but was
unable to tell which. I only know that the groaning and the kissing sounds
were a lot more noticeable than before. Next I heard my father say, "now
it's your turn honey" as they continued moving positions in the next room.
Although I was completely surprised by this comment, especially coming from
my father, I think this was the moment I started becoming less frightened
and more curious and stimulated about what was happening between the two
men. All these years later I can still recall that every time my father or
the other guy would produce a moan or utter a grunt, I began getting
turned-on and my 11 year old cock started getting hard. After this lasted
for a while, I then heard the other man say to my father, "go slow, it's
been a while since we did this" and father said something back to him that
I was unable to clearly hear. There was more shifting on the couch as I
wondered what they were getting ready to do. From what I could see they
were both back on the couch and had evidently stopped kissing but were
still moving around a lot. Next I heard the unmistakable sound of a gasp
followed by a painful grunting that continued for several minutes. I had
no idea what they were doing because they were no longer making sweet
mummers like they had moments earlier. At this time, the other man sounded
like he was in some kind of awful pain. Although my eyes had adjusted to
the dark, most of my vision was still obscured by objects on my left and
right. Even though I desperately wanted to see what they were up to, I
didn't dare move and reminded myself I had to breath quietly although I
felt like my body was running a marathon. Suddenly I head in the darkness
what can only be described as a muffled scream soon followed by more
breathing and the steady thump of something rocking back and forth.
Neither my father or the other guy were saying anything to one another and
both seemed to be breathing louder than before, punctuated with more
groaning murmuring. All the while the rocking was getting more urgent and
I was beginning to feel a steady vibration on the hardwood floor I was
laying on. As excited as I had become, I also realized that it was finally
safe to move a little because of all the noise they were starting to make.
I took this opportunity to slip my own hand down my shorts and under my
briefs trying to relieve the pressure of having an erection. Although I
knew what masturbation was, I had never tried it before because I was under
the impression that I was too young to do anything sexual. However, I had
never really experienced lust before now. My mouth was dry and my heart
was racing as I listened to the two men thrashing around not more than 15
or 20 feet away from me. I remember that I felt like I was on fire from
the sounds of their physical presence while I quietly played with my boner.
Unlike a lot of stories I have read where one guy begs the other guy to
fuck him, nothing like this was said between my father and the other man.
They just continued grunting and moaning, at times sounding like they were
hurt and suffering and at other times sounding like were making one another
feel something wonderful. Although initially I had been filled dread, I
now felt as though this was the most exciting situation I had ever found
myself in. Earlier my stomach had been doing flip flops and now I felt
like I might pass out from the sheer excitement of witnessing two men.
Although on the surface I had thought this behavior was something I
considered horrible and dirty, I also knew it was more exciting than
anything I had ever imagined. All the while, the rocking from the
direction of the couch was getting louder as were the cries coming from my
father and the other man. Soon, I began noticing that the groaning sounded
much deeper and more urgent than before. Also, the rocking and banging
from the couch had become almost violent in movement and this realization
produced in me a feeling of lust that I had never known before. At this
point, some unknown instinct inside me must have taken over as I began
fisting my boner while experiencing a tickling sensation in my nuts that
was both wonderful and also a little terrifying. Although I couldn't have
stopped jacking off had I wanted to, I suddenly became convinced my bladder
was getting ready to let loose, convinced I was about to soak my shorts
with urine. No one had ever described for me what an orgasm felt like. I
think my body must have spasmed several times, momentarily oblivious to the
two men on the couch as I experienced my first dry orgasm. As I came down
from my delicious first orgasm, the cries of my father and the other man
brought me back to reality. The feeling of dread and guilt had immediately
replaced the incredible feelings of lust I had felt just moments ago.
Thankfully, I did not have to wait long until both men also reached the
ultimate peak of what must have been lust as the violent rocking from the
couch also came to an abrupt end. Suddenly the room was quiet and I again
held my breath knowing I could never again look at my father if he were to
discover that I was a silent witness to his having sex with someone other
than my mother, let alone a guy. Fortunately, I heard both men get up from
the couch. Interestingly, my father and the other guy immediately began
discussing other things as they proceeded to put their clothes back on.
However, to my horror my father flipped the light switch because his
workroom was suddenly flooded with light. At this point I remember closing
my eyes as though this c***dish act would make me truly invisible should
they happen to make a sweep of the room I was hiding in. Instead, my
father must have turned on the light to make sure they left no evidence
because he quickly turned it off again. Finally both men walked into the
front room of my father's shop and left by the front door. I waited in my
hiding place until I heard the engine of his truck and listened as they
backed out of the drive and were gone. I remember feeling weak as I
crawled out from under the table and slowly walked into the workroom where
the men had been just moments earlier. Amazingly, even with the mixture of
wood, mold and machinery, I also smelled a scent that until then had been
completely foreign to me. I suppose it smelled a little like sweat but
with the taint of ass, if this makes any sense. I immediately through my
weight against the back door and left as quickly as I could. Years later I
realize every k** receives some kind of introduction to sex and this had
been mine. I never did find out who the other man was.
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