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I didn't eat or sleep very well since I got the news. But, I must admit I was anxious to meet my dad again. It had been so long, I forgot what he looked like. Mom had no photos of him. So, I had no clue what to expect.

On Wednesday night some friends from the wrestling team stopped by. They brought some pizzas & sodas and we just hung out together. It was great. I felt a little like my old self again. I was actually sorry to see them leave. What I had to face in the next couple of days made me uneasy.

Thursday morning, I got out of bed at about 5 a.m. I just couldn't sleep anymore. I was getting more and more excited about seeing my dad. I went for a jog to work off the tension. When I got back, I cleaned up the house, took a shower and waited. It seemed like forever before the phone rang. At noon, the call finally came.

"Hello?" I said.

"Er...Jake, this is Clint…I mean your dad,” he said. “I am about five minutes away. Is it okay to come over now?"

"Um, yeah...dad,” I stammered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

He replied, "Okay bud, I’ll be there in a minute. Bye.”

"Um…bye," was all I said.

Well, that wasn’t too bad. I hoped we had more to say when he got here. But, I was not too sure what we would talk about.

About three minutes later, the doorbell rang. I slowly opened the door. Standing before me was a very large man. He wasn't as tall as he looked, but was wide in the shoulders. He was wearing a polo shirt a few sizes too small and some snug jeans. The jeans seemed to be normal for him but he seemed uncomfortable in the shirt. His hair was brown like mine. His eyes were blue like mine, too. He had a handle bar mustache, huge biceps and a tiny waist. Damn, he was fit. I could only hope to look like that when I got to be 34. "Hi, Jake,” he said. “I'm your dad, Clint Mathews. Well, er…I guess you know my name. Hi."

With that, he stuck out his hand to shake. At that moment, I was so overcome with emotion; I just hugged him and started crying like a big baby. At first, my dad didn't know what to do. Then, he hugged me back. He hugged me tight, too. We stood at the doorway like that for at least five minutes - me crying and dad holding me tight. Actually, I think he cried a little too.

Holding him close like that felt so right. But, then I started to notice it seemed a little too right. I swear I was starting to get hard. What was wrong with me? I also noticed dad smelled so much like that dude at the wrestling matches. It was sort of like B.O., but better. Dad had a real man's smell. I found myself breathing him in deep. I felt so safe and comfortable. I had to snap myself out of it.

"I'm sorry dad,” I said. “Please, come in. You don't need some fool boy crying all over you like that after you drove such a long way."

"I didn't mind at all, Jake,” he assured. “I didn't mind at all. But, let me get my things first. Then, you can show me some place to put them."

"Sure, dad. Let me help you,” I said.

"You sure have grown to a good looking kid,” he remarked. “The last picture I had of you was when you were five. I have it in my truck."

He has it in his truck? The dude carried my picture wherever he went? Wow! And, for years I thought he didn’t want anything to do with me.

I got dad settled into the extra bedroom. He didn't want to go near mom's room. Neither did I, actually. Her friends said they would take care of her personal things for me. Thank God.

"You eaten Jake?" he asked.

"Nope. I sure haven't,” I answered. “Do you want me to fix something?"

"Heck no, bud,” he responded. “Let's go out and grab something. We can talk out of the house and get to know each other a bit."

"Sounds good, dad. Fast-food or sit-down?" I wonder aloud.

He asks, "You got sort of a burger and beer type place around?"

"Yea, there is the place up a few blocks called Bill's Family Tavern,” I said. “It’s not a bad place. The crowd should be thinning out, now that lunch is almost over."

"Sounds good,” he said. “Lets go there."

We got to Bill's and ordered burgers. I had Coke, while dad had a couple of beers. It seems he was just as nervous about our meeting as I was. For some reason, I just couldn't stop looking at him. He was everything masculine I wanted to be! He broke the silence , "I had to borrow a suit for tomorrow, Jake. I’m not much for dressing up usually. Don't own many nice clothes."

"Well, I did notice that polo shirt doesn’t fit too good,” I laughed. “Don't wear it much, eh?"

"You caught me,” he replied. “It's been hangin’ in the closet for years. I usually just wear work clothes or a clean t-shirt when I dress up. Hope that doesn’t disappoint you."

"Not at all,” I said. “The dress shirts I have mom bought me and for what I don't know. I wear shorts and tees all the time myself. Hey dad?"

"Yea Jake?"

"You figure we would get along okay?"

"I hope so,” he said. “We're doing so good so far, bud. What do you think?"

"I think I want to go home with you, if that's okay," I said.

Clint's eyes became very wet and he looked directly at me and said, "There is nothing in this world I would like more than for you to come home with me, son. I don't have a pretty house like your mom did. It's more of a bachelor pad. It has three bedrooms and one bath - nothing but the basics. And it sits behind the garage I own. I have enough money. But, I don't spend it on much except the truck and what I sent your mom. If you don't mind living like that, you are more than welcome."

"Sounds good to me, sir. I am just so happy,” I said. “I didn't know what to expect when I met you. But, now I am okay with everything. I just need to get through the funeral and I’ll be fine."

"I think we both need to get through that funeral and we’ll both be okay,” he said. Just so you know though, I live pretty casually - no pretenses. The garage sits on the main road and the house sits behind it. Behind the house is about five acres. It’s very private and peaceful and that's the way I like it. I would be very happy having you around though. I’ve been alone too long."

When we got back to my house, we had little time to ourselves. Mom's friends came and went. We had enough food to feed ten armies. By the time everyone had gone, I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up in my bed the next morning. I didn't know how I got there…and I was naked. I always slept naked, but didn't know how I got that way last night. I shrugged it off, put on some shorts and went down for breakfast.

My dad was already up, wearing gym shorts, cooking up some eggs and bacon. I didn’t expect that at all. The shorts were like everything else he wears - a bit tight. It was obvious he didn’t have any underwear on either. I wonder if he always did that like me. I hated the stuff. I just wore jockstraps in gym and for wrestling. Otherwise, I was commando always. Now, the big questions: why was I noticing and why was I thinking so much about it? The other thing I noticed was how big my dad’s butt was. Not ‘fat’ big, but two large globes of muscle. His butt cheeks pulled up on the material of the gym shorts so much that the bottom of his butt stuck out just a bit. I found myself staring while I sat at the table. I need to stop this. "So Jake, the funeral is at 11,” he said. “I was thinking after that we could go get something to eat, then come back and pack up your things. We could leave tomorrow or Sunday…unless you want to stick around a few days. I would understand."

"No, dad,” I replied. “I want to get going. It doesn’t feel right around here without mom. I talked to the principal yesterday. He said I could transfer down to the high school where you live without a problem. Since there’s only two weeks left he said to just take the rest of the year off and start fresh next year. I had grades good enough that I’m fine. Wrestling was over anyway."

He said, "Yeah, I talked to the principle about that, too. Then it’s settled, bud. We are out of here as quick as we can get. The truck is empty. So, we can bring anything you want. Do you want me to rent a U-Haul trailer?"

"Nah. I just want what’s in my room,” I said. “They can sell everything else. It wasn't mine to take anyway. It was mom's stuff…and taste for that matter."

Clint looked at me and smiled, "She did have a women's taste didn't she, Jake?"

I looked up through misty eyes. "Yeah, I didn't think much of all this girlie stuff. But, I am gonna miss her,” I whimpered.

"I know buddy. Come here,” Said dad and took me in his arms. It felt so good to be hugged by dad. It felt so warm and with both their shirts off Jake was once again noticing a bit of excitement stirring his own cock.

Damn, what was wrong with me? Am I turning into a pervert or something? Jake broke away, saying something about heading to the shower. Clint said to get a move on so they wouldn't be late.

The funeral went by. Jake and Clint stayed till everyone had left. There was no graveside service planned. So, this was it. I stood by the closed casket and softly said, “Goodbye.”

Then Clint put his arm around my shoulder and led me out to the truck, to a new life. After tonight, everything I’d ever known and loved would be gone. I would be putting my faith into the man he only has just begun to know - my dad.

Look for Part Three.