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"Oh, boy, that smells nice, son! Those ribeyes coming along nicely?"
Dad and I are out in the yard today, as we're hosting a barbecue for his friends on memorial day. I was assigned to the grill because he can't cook for dear life, and also because he has to busy himself with some last minute yard work. It's very important that I get these prime cuts right, because it's generally not a good idea to disappoint veterans on memorial day.
My dad was in the army for a good few years, and even went on 2 tours to Afghanistan. He only decided to leave because my mom passed away, essentially leaving me alone. He did what any brave soldier would, and come home to his grieving son, even going so far as to setting his own pain aside. Since then, we only had each other.
My mom came from a well-endowed family, and her parents were huge donors to military events. It's actually how they met, at an army ball. Although the estate she left was enough to allow my father and I to live without any worries, his hardworking and hands-on nature took over. He now owns a small business in landscaping.
I was sent to study abroad, in England, but now that I've graduated I actually don't know what I want to do with my life. So in my day-to-day life, I've only been running the household, trying to fill in mom's usual duties. Since I mostly spent my childhood with her, I also learned her skills in cooking, balancing the books, and filing taxes among other things.
"Medium-rare for everyone, right? Shouldn't your pals be here any minute, now?"
"Yeah and don't forget the barbecue sauce. Speaking of which, how about you cut me a slice so I can get a taste? All work and no food make Papa Jim a tired man."
"Sure thing, pops."
I flipped the one on the grill, and then went to cut a slice of the biggest meat - reserved for my father. I punched a fork into it, and walked over to feed my old man. He was standing with one hand on his hip, and another holding the shovel standing up.
"Here you go. What do you think?"
He let me feed him with the fork, and he closed his eyes and nodded his head.
"Oh, wow, that hits the spot. Good work, son. I'm proud of ya."
He tapped my right shoulder twice before returning to the yard work, finishing the last touches. Just then, the doorbell rang. Our guests for the evening are here.
"Shoot, all this work and I haven't showered. Can you handle them while I go upstairs and get cleaned up?"
"Of course, daddy-o. Not like I haven't done it before."
He reciprocated my smile, and tapped my shoulder again.
"Alright, good boy."
He put away the shovel, and immediately jogged upstairs to the shower. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, and couldn't help but notice the butt sweat on his shorts. My blood rushed, and my breathing intensified briefly, but I brushed aside that nasty thought. Sure, I love the smell of a good, sweaty man butt after it's been worked hard, but my own dad's?
"Coming!"
I rushed to answer the door. Upon opening, 4 men and their wives greeted me. Of the 8, 3 of the men are dad's friends, and 1 of the women he met at a joint base in the Middle East. Each couple brought some food with them, and I was hoping not a single one of them was a potato salad.
The first guy in line was Joe. Joe used to be an infantry leader with is own unit, but he too has since retired, and now has his own burger joint downtown. His larger build is reflective of his love of food, but his neatly trimmed facial hair and sideburns keep him a tidy man.
"Hey!" everyone chanted.
"Hey guys, come on in. Dad's just finished some yard work and he's upstairs getting cleaned up."
Just then, as if on cue, I heard him call from upstairs.
"Aiden! Get up here!"
There was no tone of anger in his call, but it sounded urgent.
"Shoot, okay. Beers are in the cooler next to the grill, some spirits in the fridge if you need them. Joe, can you handle the grill?"
"I sure can, sport. Go up there. Your daddy needs ya."
"Great, thanks."
I immediately rushed upstairs to see what's going on. I went into my parents' room - my dad's room now, to see that he's not in there. I realised that the carpet of the room was slightly wet with footsteps, and the bathroom door was slightly ajar.
"Dad? What's going on?"
"I think I forgot my towels. They're in the laundry, can you get them from me?"
"Sure thing. Everyone's here and I got Joe to handle the grill."
"Great, great, that's great. Hurry up, son!"
I rushed downstairs and came right back up with his freshly washed towels.
"Thanks, son."
When he walked out of the bathroom, his towel only covered his front end. I couldn't help but stare at his magnificent back as he walked over to the closet. Standing at 6'4", with bulky muscles and a tattoo on his left arm, here was my own father.
"Right, well, I'm gonna head back downstairs. Are you gonna shave your beard, as well?"
"Nah, I think anadolu yakası sınırsız escort (https://eskort-istanbulda.com/anadolu-yakasi-escort) I'll keep it. You go on down, I'll ketchup later. Hahah"
"Very funny, dad."
As I paced my way downstairs, I had a really hard time scrubbing off the image of my naked dad. So natural, so raw, like I've never seen him before. I know I like older guys, and I've had my fair share since I fucked Coach Steven in his office during senior year only days after I turned 18. My time in England also gave me a healthy dose of experience. So of all these guys, how come my dad left the strongest impression on me, despite all my experience?
I stopped halfway down the stairs to take deep breaths. Not like I was sporting a boner or anything, but I was worried it was going there. I think I'm gonna need to have a drink.
One of dad's other friend's - Steve - was in the kitchen, fetching something from the fridge.
"Hey, there it is. Hope you don't mind me starting out with some vodka shots. You want one, champ?"
"Sure, why the hell not."
I shrugged as he fetched another shot glass and poured away.
"That's the spirit! Pun unintended, of course."
"Gah, what is it with you dads and your dad jokes?"
"Ah, you'll understand someday. Here you go, champ."
Steve handed me my shot, before raising his glass.
"To world peace?"
"To world peace."
We clunked our glasses and downed the shot. Just then, I hear my dad coming down the steps. Steve turned his gaze to my dad, and was instantly jubilant.
"Jimmy boy! Come here you!"
Dad came and hugged his lifelong friend as if they didn't just go out to Joe's burger joint last weekend.
"Come on, let's go meet everyone."
With that, Steve put the shot glasses back in the sink, and the vodka bottle back in the fridge. As we walked out into the backyard, the heat from the vodka shot and the Georgian sun descended on our bodies. More warmth was exchanged as dad said hello to everyone.
As they conversed among themselves, I approached the grill - still manned by Joe - and told him I'd take over to allow him to join the party. Beer in one hand, he went over to hug my dad, too. I zoned out and focused more on the last cut.
With only little to go left, I put the ready ones on individual plates and the potatoes as well. Not forgetting the extra barbecue sauce for Joe. As I gave everyone their plates - with the already sliced one going to dad - I took the last cut off the grill and plated my own dinner.
I took my seat and started on my potatoes, but before I was able to get too comfortable, Joe's wife - Eileen - asked about me.
"So, Aiden, now that you've graduated, are you gonna get a job here in Atlanta?"
"I don't know yet, actually. I've just been helping out around the house with what I can, you know. Cooking, laundry, the books, taxes, all that stuff."
"Well, how about enlisting? Have you ever thought of that?"
I put my fork down, deep in thought, not knowing how to respond.
Truth be told, I have thought about enlisting. I really have, but after having grown up mostly without my dad, and having him at home now, just doesn't feel right. I was told I'd make a great recruit. Good physique, discipline, and strong mind to match.
Before I could respond, however, dad interjected.
"Now now, Eileen. If my boy wants to enlist, that'll be his choice. Let's not push him anywhere he doesn't wanna go to." He said with a slight wink.
I shrugged it off.
"Well, I suppose you shouldn't rush things. But remember, you ain't getting any younger!" she quipped.
"By the way, all that time in England, and you haven't brought any girl home?"
I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, in a rather dismissive manner.
"I uh.. don't like girls, Eileen. Think we've established that."
Cold silence fell on the crowd.
"Oh, right." She pursed her lips and took a swig from her bottle.
"Well, if you ever change your mind.."
"Eileen, honey, sometimes you just need to let people be." Her husband came with a welcome interruption.
"I'm just saying, lots of pretty girls in here in Georgia."
The uncomfortable silence lingered yet again.
"How about I tell y'all about this customer I had the other day in my diner? Boy, she was one of those vegan types."
"Jeez, Joe, a vegan coming to your place?"
"Yeah! She said she was carrying the burden of saving the planet or something, I told her she know nothing about carrying burdens. I told her I used to carry the heaviest of loads during my time in the army, and I do it with my bare hands."
As Joe proceeded with his reminiscent tales, I couldn't help but slightly laugh to myself. Indeed everyone's familiar with Joe's stories about how he used to be the mule in his unit, often carrying extra load at his own will. I, however, am familiar with the other sort of load he likes to carry with him.
On a night just like this last year, I got to know Joe better than everyone would think. Not only did pendik gecelik escort (https://eskort-istanbulda.com/pendik-escort) I lick, sniff, and eat his delicious bear ass, I also pounded the bulky, rotund man against the wall of our garage. It's been a secret between him and I, though I sometimes still hope we could do it again. I can tell he liked it as much as I did, probably because his sex life with Eileen is nonexistent.
I could feel the blood rush moving south. I'd love to get another whiff
*****
"Oh, boy, that smells nice, son! Those ribeyes coming along nicely?"
Dad and I are out in the yard today, as we're hosting a barbecue for his friends on memorial day. I was assigned to the grill because he can't cook for dear life, and also because he has to busy himself with some last minute yard work. It's very important that I get these prime cuts right, because it's generally not a good idea to disappoint veterans on memorial day.
My dad was in the army for a good few years, and even went on 2 tours to Afghanistan. He only decided to leave because my mom passed away, essentially leaving me alone. He did what any brave soldier would, and come home to his grieving son, even going so far as to setting his own pain aside. Since then, we only had each other.
My mom came from a well-endowed family, and her parents were huge donors to military events. It's actually how they met, at an army ball. Although the estate she left was enough to allow my father and I to live without any worries, his hardworking and hands-on nature took over. He now owns a small business in landscaping.
I was sent to study abroad, in England, but now that I've graduated I actually don't know what I want to do with my life. So in my day-to-day life, I've only been running the household, trying to fill in mom's usual duties. Since I mostly spent my childhood with her, I also learned her skills in cooking, balancing the books, and filing taxes among other things.
"Medium-rare for everyone, right? Shouldn't your pals be here any minute, now?"
"Yeah and don't forget the barbecue sauce. Speaking of which, how about you cut me a slice so I can get a taste? All work and no food make Papa Jim a tired man."
"Sure thing, pops."
I flipped the one on the grill, and then went to cut a slice of the biggest meat - reserved for my father. I punched a fork into it, and walked over to feed my old man. He was standing with one hand on his hip, and another holding the shovel standing up.
"Here you go. What do you think?"
He let me feed him with the fork, and he closed his eyes and nodded his head.
"Oh, wow, that hits the spot. Good work, son. I'm proud of ya."
He tapped my right shoulder twice before returning to the yard work, finishing the last touches. Just then, the doorbell rang. Our guests for the evening are here.
"Shoot, all this work and I haven't showered. Can you handle them while I go upstairs and get cleaned up?"
"Of course, daddy-o. Not like I haven't done it before."
He reciprocated my smile, and tapped my shoulder again.
"Alright, good boy."
He put away the shovel, and immediately jogged upstairs to the shower. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, and couldn't help but notice the butt sweat on his shorts. My blood rushed, and my breathing intensified briefly, but I brushed aside that nasty thought. Sure, I love the smell of a good, sweaty man butt after it's been worked hard, but my own dad's?
"Coming!"
I rushed to answer the door. Upon opening, 4 men and their wives greeted me. Of the 8, 3 of the men are dad's friends, and 1 of the women he met at a joint base in the Middle East. Each couple brought some food with them, and I was hoping not a single one of them was a potato salad.
The first guy in line was Joe. Joe used to be an infantry leader with is own unit, but he too has since retired, and now has his own burger joint downtown. His larger build is reflective of his love of food, but his neatly trimmed facial hair and sideburns keep him a tidy man.
"Hey!" everyone chanted.
"Hey guys, come on in. Dad's just finished some yard work and he's upstairs getting cleaned up."
Just then, as if on cue, I heard him call from upstairs.
"Aiden! Get up here!"
There was no tone of anger in his call, but it sounded urgent.
"Shoot, okay. Beers are in the cooler next to the grill, some spirits in the fridge if you need them. Joe, can you handle the grill?"
"I sure can, sport. Go up there. Your daddy needs ya."
"Great, thanks."
I immediately rushed upstairs to see what's going on. I went into my parents' room - my dad's room now, to see that he's not in there. I realised that the carpet of the room was slightly wet with footsteps, and the bathroom door was slightly ajar.
"Dad? What's going on?"
"I think I forgot my towels. They're in the laundry, can you get them from me?"
"Sure thing. Everyone's here and I got Joe to handle the grill."
"Great, great, that's great. Hurry up, son!"
I rushed downstairs and came right back up with his freshly washed towels.
"Thanks, son."
When he walked out of the bathroom, his towel only covered his front end. I couldn't help but stare at his magnificent back as he walked over to the closet. Standing at 6'4", with bulky muscles and a tattoo on his left arm, here was my own father.
"Right, well, I'm gonna head back downstairs. Are you gonna shave your beard, as well?"
"Nah, I think anadolu yakası sınırsız escort (https://eskort-istanbulda.com/anadolu-yakasi-escort) I'll keep it. You go on down, I'll ketchup later. Hahah"
"Very funny, dad."
As I paced my way downstairs, I had a really hard time scrubbing off the image of my naked dad. So natural, so raw, like I've never seen him before. I know I like older guys, and I've had my fair share since I fucked Coach Steven in his office during senior year only days after I turned 18. My time in England also gave me a healthy dose of experience. So of all these guys, how come my dad left the strongest impression on me, despite all my experience?
I stopped halfway down the stairs to take deep breaths. Not like I was sporting a boner or anything, but I was worried it was going there. I think I'm gonna need to have a drink.
One of dad's other friend's - Steve - was in the kitchen, fetching something from the fridge.
"Hey, there it is. Hope you don't mind me starting out with some vodka shots. You want one, champ?"
"Sure, why the hell not."
I shrugged as he fetched another shot glass and poured away.
"That's the spirit! Pun unintended, of course."
"Gah, what is it with you dads and your dad jokes?"
"Ah, you'll understand someday. Here you go, champ."
Steve handed me my shot, before raising his glass.
"To world peace?"
"To world peace."
We clunked our glasses and downed the shot. Just then, I hear my dad coming down the steps. Steve turned his gaze to my dad, and was instantly jubilant.
"Jimmy boy! Come here you!"
Dad came and hugged his lifelong friend as if they didn't just go out to Joe's burger joint last weekend.
"Come on, let's go meet everyone."
With that, Steve put the shot glasses back in the sink, and the vodka bottle back in the fridge. As we walked out into the backyard, the heat from the vodka shot and the Georgian sun descended on our bodies. More warmth was exchanged as dad said hello to everyone.
As they conversed among themselves, I approached the grill - still manned by Joe - and told him I'd take over to allow him to join the party. Beer in one hand, he went over to hug my dad, too. I zoned out and focused more on the last cut.
With only little to go left, I put the ready ones on individual plates and the potatoes as well. Not forgetting the extra barbecue sauce for Joe. As I gave everyone their plates - with the already sliced one going to dad - I took the last cut off the grill and plated my own dinner.
I took my seat and started on my potatoes, but before I was able to get too comfortable, Joe's wife - Eileen - asked about me.
"So, Aiden, now that you've graduated, are you gonna get a job here in Atlanta?"
"I don't know yet, actually. I've just been helping out around the house with what I can, you know. Cooking, laundry, the books, taxes, all that stuff."
"Well, how about enlisting? Have you ever thought of that?"
I put my fork down, deep in thought, not knowing how to respond.
Truth be told, I have thought about enlisting. I really have, but after having grown up mostly without my dad, and having him at home now, just doesn't feel right. I was told I'd make a great recruit. Good physique, discipline, and strong mind to match.
Before I could respond, however, dad interjected.
"Now now, Eileen. If my boy wants to enlist, that'll be his choice. Let's not push him anywhere he doesn't wanna go to." He said with a slight wink.
I shrugged it off.
"Well, I suppose you shouldn't rush things. But remember, you ain't getting any younger!" she quipped.
"By the way, all that time in England, and you haven't brought any girl home?"
I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, in a rather dismissive manner.
"I uh.. don't like girls, Eileen. Think we've established that."
Cold silence fell on the crowd.
"Oh, right." She pursed her lips and took a swig from her bottle.
"Well, if you ever change your mind.."
"Eileen, honey, sometimes you just need to let people be." Her husband came with a welcome interruption.
"I'm just saying, lots of pretty girls in here in Georgia."
The uncomfortable silence lingered yet again.
"How about I tell y'all about this customer I had the other day in my diner? Boy, she was one of those vegan types."
"Jeez, Joe, a vegan coming to your place?"
"Yeah! She said she was carrying the burden of saving the planet or something, I told her she know nothing about carrying burdens. I told her I used to carry the heaviest of loads during my time in the army, and I do it with my bare hands."
As Joe proceeded with his reminiscent tales, I couldn't help but slightly laugh to myself. Indeed everyone's familiar with Joe's stories about how he used to be the mule in his unit, often carrying extra load at his own will. I, however, am familiar with the other sort of load he likes to carry with him.
On a night just like this last year, I got to know Joe better than everyone would think. Not only did pendik gecelik escort (https://eskort-istanbulda.com/pendik-escort) I lick, sniff, and eat his delicious bear ass, I also pounded the bulky, rotund man against the wall of our garage. It's been a secret between him and I, though I sometimes still hope we could do it again. I can tell he liked it as much as I did, probably because his sex life with Eileen is nonexistent.
I could feel the blood rush moving south. I'd love to get another whiff