The Vacation House Ch. 08

LOBSTER? I love lobster but we don't get them very often. Even being from Rhode Island, they are kinda expensive because of the demand for them at the local restaurants. I know they are so much cheaper up here though. Locals come in with them from the colder waters off the coast not too far from here. Yeah, Lobster, fresh running water, I'm ready to celebrate.

"No problem Lee, is there anything else you can think of that you need before I jump into the shower?"

"Can't think of anything at the moment but if I do, I am sure it can wait until you're finished cleaning yourself up."

I walk the few feet away and head into the master bedroom. Strip off my dirty work cloths and pick up the small pile of Dad's dirty work cloths, underwear and sheets that have accumulated over the past week.

I walk out of the master and pick up Lee's dirty pile of cloths that he has left just outside the guest bathroom door.

"Thanks," I hear Lee calling to me as I bend over to pick up his dirty laundry. I become suddenly aware that I have just mooned him... Shit, that was a damned stupid thing to do.. I stand up quickly and head toward the basement. All the while I can feel my dangling dick starting to swell. I do hope that he did not see that happening. I would be so embarrassed and how could I explain it happening again. It's not like when we rode in on the Harley and I got wood. Please, please, please, I pray he did not notice.

I rush down the basement stairs, turn the water valve to the on position and flip the switch for the gas to the dryer to open. I place all the dark cloths into the washer and put in a cup of liquid soap and a fabric softener tablet. I turn the nob and on comes the Maytag washer that has sat dormant since the day it arrived.

I grab a towel from the table alongside the tub sink and attempt to tie it around my waist. I must be kidding myself if I think this towel is going to hide the obvious. I decide to make a run for it, maybe I can get to the master bedroom without Lee seeing me. After-all, he will be busy shaving, he has no care for a naked kid anyway.

I make it to the bedroom without incident. Sure that I was not spotted. I jump into the shower, the feeling of super clean water cascading over me is just about the best feeling I have had in a very long time. I take my time cleaning up, I shave in the shower as I always do but this time I am not left with the rough feeling on my skin from iron tainted water. I toss my head back, open my mouth wide and let the water fill up until I have enough to gargle and spit out.. The simple things in life are sometimes the most wonderful.

I shut off the chrome handle and the water stops running. I step out and grab the fluffy white Terrie cloth towel on the right, my towel. Dad always uses the towel on the left and I the one on the right. I like the little habits we have developed living here together. I really love sleeping along side him even if we do not do anything sexually, it is just so nice to have him next to me. To wake sometimes with my head on his shoulder or his arm wrapped around me. Sometimes his fingertips may accidentally brush the end of my penis but I know that he is doing it in his sleep and not for pleasuring either one of us. It is nice though, I am getting so turned on just thinking about how excited he is going to be when he comes home tonight and that we have a working well.

"Robbie? Can you come here for a second?" Lee's voice snaps me out of my daydream.

I wrap the large towel around myself and head to find out what he is calling for. Not thinking about the bulge that I am displaying, I walk to the open guest bath. Lee is still naked but he is now sitting on the closed toilet seat. One of his feet raised up on the edge of the seat and a large clipper in his hand.

I instinctively look down toward his crotch. It is all piled up in a puddle of flesh on the toilet seat cover between his wide spread legs.

"Robbie, will you please get me a band-aide? I clipped a little close to the nail and I just nicked myself. I don't want to get blood on anything. Would you mind getting me one? I have them in the little black leather kit at the foot of the bed in my bedroom. Thanks, I'm sorry to bother you again."

I turn and go to the bedroom that Lee is using while staying with us. I bend and pick up the small leather kit that he has placed along with some very nicely folded slacks and shirts. I open up the kit and quickly see the small familiar box of Band Aide brand bandages. I also notice a few personal items that I am a little surprised to see. Condoms, Hugo Boss Cologne, lubricant, spare electric toothbrush, Nivea for Men face cream, and something long wrapped in a dark blue velvet pull string bag. I take out a bandage and quickly replace the kit atop the cloths on the chair.

I walk back into the bathroom where Lee is waiting for my return. I stretch out my arm, not wishing to get too close for I had not forgotten for a moment that I was still showing a bit more of myself than I had hoped to. Lee takes the bandage and thanks me.

I get back to finishing up with my grooming, spreading a little dab of hair gel into my palm and then running my fingers through my short cropped hair. It stands a bit and I pull the very ends by my forehead so that it stands up and just gives that finished jar head look.

I pull on a clean pair of boxer briefs and a pair of blue and white check pattern long linens shorts. A pink short sleeve rugby shirt and a pair of well worn leather sandals.

Finally dressed I head to the kitchen and sit down at the table. I reach over and grab the newspaper and spread it out before me. I open it up to the sports section and begin to go over some of my favorite teams scores.

We are both cleaned up and dressed now and as promised Lee grabs his keys and we are out the door and on the Harley. The powerful beast comes to life and with the twist of his wrist, I wrap my arms around Lee's waist. He does not have his leather jacket on this time. Just a cotton shirt and khaki shorts with his black bike boots. I lean forward into his back and place the mask of my helmet very close to his shoulder. This time I want to see everything coming, I don't want to miss out on seeing anything. I can get use to this.

The familiar tingling in my groin occurs from the vibration and rumbling beneath my balls and butt. I can also feel the familiar stiffening of the mass located at Lee's waistband. I am reminded of what he said when we first arrived home on the bike. It is normal and happens all the time. So, it's normal Robbie, I tell myself, just go with it.

We get the lobsters and some corn and a few other things at the local market. Lee places them in the hard plastic saddle bags on the rear of the Harley. We hop back on and are zooming down the road again, toward home. Toward a celebration, towards that surprise Dad so much deserves.

We arrive back home and Dad has not here yet. I hurry inside with the bag of live lobsters, place them into the refrigerator. I put the only large pot we have into the kitchen sink, filling it half way with water.

I place the pot onto the stove and turn the knob until I hear the click, click, click of the starter. I place the lid on the pot and begin to shuck the corn husks from the cobs. Sweat summer corn, sugar and butter, my favorite kind and Dad's too. I continue to prepare dinner when I hear the familiar sound of tires on the gravel drive.

Dad comes in the front door, looking exhausted and sweaty. He walks into the kitchen, wraps his arm around my shoulder and looks down at the food I am preparing.

"What have we got here kiddo? Corn and salad? What gives? How come you are all clean and fresh smelling? Didn't you and Lee work on the Well today?" a small look of concern crosses Dad's sun kissed face.

I walk over to the large pot on the stove and lift off the lid. "See, tell me what you think about what we're having for dinner."

Dad takes the few steps and looks down into the open pot, looks back at me with a puzzled look on his face, cocks his head to the side and furrows his brow.

I can tell that he is just so tired that he is not catching on to the hint as quickly as I thought he would. "What do you see in the pot Dad?"

Dad tips his head to the other side as his lips part slightly. "What? What am I missing here? OK, it's a pot of....." he pauses for a moment, it occurs to him and his eyes open wide.

Dad throws both of his arms around me and he pulls me into a tight bear hug. "You have to be kidding me, you two hit clean water already? And, and you hooked up the system to boot? I, I, I'm speechless." A little tear trickles from the corner of Dad's eye. He kisses me on the forehead. He releases me and turns around.

"Where is Lee? I know he is still here, his bike is in the drive."

"He is in the bedroom on his laptop. Dad, he is just so cool, he found the Well on the second try!"

"Damn, that man is one hell of a friend. All these years we searched and he had the gift to find it that darned quick." Dad snapped his fingers to enhance his statement.

"Tell you what kiddo, I am going to get myself cleaned up and change. I'll be out in just a little while. You need anything, any help before I go in?" Dad places the toe of one of his shoes against the heel of the other and kicks first one then the other of his shoes off. He bends forward while lifting one foot, pulls off his socks and then I hear the unbuckling of his leather belt.

I look at Dad, a little devilish smile crosses my face.

"Don't get any idea's you. We keep this quiet, just between the two of us." He continues to strip down, in no time is standing naked before me. His dirty cloths in a pile by the basement door.

"Would you mind taking these down and putting them in the washer for me? I'm just guessing but something tells me that you have a little surprise waiting for me down there too."

"Can't get too much over on you, can I?" I bend down and pick up the pile of sweaty cloths. "Yeah, well I already did a wash for myself and Lee, did your cloths from the week too. They are in the dryer right now."

Dad reaches out and places his hand on my head, running his fingers through my cropped hair.. "Nice" he smiles and saunters away from me.

I stare at the big muscular hair covered butt cheeks and thighs disappearing into the master bedroom. I am so excited that again, I begin to get hard. This is really going to have to be taken care of sooner than later I think to myself.

Opening the basement door, I am down and back up in a few minutes. I have a basket filled with dry clean cloths that I removed from the dryer. Walking into the master bedroom I dump the clean laundry out onto the bed. I neatly fold everything and place them in the drawers of the tall chest on chest.

I knock on the bathroom door and I hear Dad's reply, "Come on in Robbie."

I walk into the steam filled bathroom. Dad's silhouette in the shower is just so tempting. Placing my hand on the handle, I open up the shower door. Standing there with a full hard-on, Dad has his hand soaped up to a lather. He is running his paw up and down the length of his shaft while his other hand is pinching one of his nipples.

I just stand there staring, Dad stops for a moment and leans forward. He gives me a gentle kiss on my forehead and then turns his back to me. His face turning up toward the water pouring down upon him.

"Shut the door on your way out will you Robbie, I'll be done is just a bit. By the way, thank you. I love you, you know that, right?"

My heart filled to the max, I am almost overcome by the rush of emotions I am experiencing. I close the shower door and turn and walk out of the master bath. Leaving Dad to his moment of privacy, something that I am learning is so very rare as well as very important to him. He needs his space, even if we are living together under the same roof and sleeping in the same bed every night.

Walking as quietly as possible, I go back to preparing dinner, setting the places at the table. Putting together a surprise dinner and a night that Dad is hopefully never going to forget. I have something in mind that I hope all comes together.

I take the pitcher of Iced Tea from the refrigerator and pour myself a tall glass. Stand with the frig door open I just stare at the lobsters. The tentacles and legs moving very slowly. Yeah, you are going to be so good covered in butter. "You don't know it yet but you sure are going to be good!"

Closing the door, I settle down at the table in my familiar seat. I start to drift into my own thoughts of what I have in store for Dad tonight.

The very thought of having Lee here in the house, not knowing what is going on in the room just across the hall makes me feel more excited, a little dangerous, a bit risky. I have to keep my self from getting too into this just yet. Don't want to let on to what I'm planning.