Chapter 7

I slept most of the next day and into the early evening. Artie and Gene had exhausted me. I hurt all over, but damn did I feel alive. Hooking up with them was the best thing since I got Rob to Fuck me. Ha! I’m not sure I can ever tell anyone else about Rob, but we can keep that a family affair for now.

I stripped out of my old clothes and got in a shower. After letting the hot water wash away my aches, I put on my baggies and a tank top, slid into my Huaraches, and grabbed a beer. Then I headed to the main house to see if they were cooking anything for dinner.

The house was mostly dark when I walked in. There was a paper bag from Taco Bell on the table with a post-it note that read, “Help yourself,” Crocodile Dundee came to mind at that moment. “Taste Like Shit, but you can live off it.” I laughed. Not at all suspicious.

That was when I heard muffled voices coming from upstairs. If Rob and Barb were having a moment, should I interrupt? But as I walked it became clear that it wasn’t Barb or Rob making the noises. It was Patrick. I’d heard him moaning and gasping like this before. No, I had to interrupt.

Were Barb and Rob out? Did the little shit bring home a date and were banging it out hoping Mom and Dad didn’t get home before they finished? I walked up to Patrick’s bedroom door. I reached out, took the know, and turned it gently. When it clicked, I pushed the door open and was met with a scene I hadn’t expected.

“Oh God, Hank!...” I heard Barb squeak. I looked around and she was naked sitting in Patrick’s desk chair fingering her pussy. Meanwhile, Rob was kneeling on Patrick’s bed and Patrick was head down and ass p with Rob’s cock in his ass. “Isn’t it wonderful?” Barb asked. I just sat on the floor next to her.

“I take it the talk went well, then?” I dumped so much sarcasm into that line. I called out to Patrick, “You ok, Pal?” He was huffing and puffing but bobbed his head in an affirmative gesture. “Rob?” I asked in an even voice. “Got something to tell me?”

“Hey, Dad...” he began but momentarily turned back to Patrick and began sliding his cock in and out again. I noticed that he was only going halfway. Good, slowly training Patrick’s ass to handle him. In a husky voice, Rob said, “We worked it all out.”

“All of it?” I asked no one in particular. Barb giggled at that.

“It was fun watching a blonde school girl giving Rob head,” So, the cross-dressing had also come out.

“Patty is a fun girl, isn’t she?” I asked and Patrick turned his head and smiled at me. “Well kids,” I said. “I’m gonna leave you to it and go grab some trash tacos and head home,” at that Patrick wheezed out a request.

“Help us, Gramps?” I looked at him and he opened his mouth wide. Then Rob pushed a little further and Patrick groaned and his head lolled back then down again.

“Oh come on Hank!” Barb implored. She was on her feet in a second then on her knees in front of me. “Shouldn’t this be you three?” I asked. And Barb mentioned that they had me to thank for them coming to an understanding. She grabbed my shorts roughly and began pulling until my half-hard cock popped out.

“See, you’re into it already!” then her mouth was around my cock and halfway down my shaft. It was rough pulling my shirt up over my head while her soft mouth gobbled me up.

“Alright!” I shouted. And pushed Barb away. I got up, kicked off my shoes, and knelt on the mattress in front of Patrick, who took me in his mouth right away. I was holding his head and slowly fucking his mouth when Barb decided to add her own two cents.

“Fuck!” I yelled and slammed my cock a little too much into Patrick’s mouth. He gagged but then regained his composure. Barb had come up behind me and jammed her tongue into my ass. “Dammit Barb! Give a guy a warning first!” she giggled then began massaging my balls as she tongued my ass.

I came pretty quickly. Patrick couldn’t swallow it all and it began spilling out. Barb was quick on the uptake and squeezed her head between my legs in time to catch most of it. Her head was up and on my cock as soon as it came out of Patrick’s mouth.

She cleaned me up well enough and stood up. “You taste of menthol, Hank.” It was a statement, not a question. Rob cocked an eyebrow at me, but just kept slowly skewering his son with his thick dick.

“Took steam with some of the guys at the club yesterday,” I said honestly. Rob nodded.

“So the Captain got you in?” I nodded and told him we’d played the back nine, then went to the nineteenth, then relaxed in the sauna. Rob gave me an I told you so look then went back to concentrating on Patrick, who was sweating and mewling. Rob was doing a fine job holding back.

“Did the Captain have a big Dick?” Barb whispered as she stood up from sucking me and whispered in my ear. I shushed her and planted a kiss on her mouth before backing up. She was too damned insightful. I got dressed and made to leave. “I’ll walk you out, Hank,” Barb offered.

Rob called over his shoulder as we went. “Hey! Could you two record yourselves for me?” then he laughed and leaned over Patrick and whispered something that made him moan. I looked at Barb, who was still naked, and shrugged. She ran back and grabbed something from Patrick’s desk then trailed along behind me.

It was a memory card that Barb had taken from Patrick’s desk. Once back at my place, she sipped it into the GoPro. “So where did Patrick have his hidden?” Barb asked. “That video was pretty good quality.”

I walked into the bedroom and stood by the bed. “Where do you think it was?” I asked. I gestured across the bed. “It got all of this from a point looking down at us,” Barb looked around the room, then over at the sliding door that led out back.

She seemed puzzled for a moment, then caught a glimpse of the closet door. Above it was a smoke alarm and next to it a C02 detector. The space between the two was just big enough to slide the GoPro into. Since the camera was black and the other units white, it faded into the background.

“Well you can’t say he isn’t clever,” Barb stated with a giggle. I slapped her ass and took the camera from her. “I hope auto-zoom is still on,” I quipped as I stuck the Camera back in the niche between the two detectors. “Get in bed Daughter!” I growled for effect. “Rob’s gonna get one hell of a show.”

Barb ended up spending the whole night with me. We’d fucked and sucked the night away. I even gave her a chance to use that toy that had been left behind. I guessed that Rob stayed with Patrick as well. Well, he would have quite the video to stroke himself over.

The next morning, Barb made a huge breakfast for us, and we talked a bit more openly than normal. Most of the discussion centered on Patrick. It seemed Rob was willing to nurture his cross-dressing fetish. I think he wanted to fuck Patty more than Patrick. Ahh, my son the freak.

Things were interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. It was Gene. Wonder what he wanted.

I picked up. “Hey, Sarge...” I started, more for Rob’s benefit than anything. “Sure I can. What time?” Gene had said he had a surprise he wanted to show me but also wanted me to bring Rob in early for his shift. Something about updates to his patrol unit. “Okay, We’ll be there,” I stated.

I told Rob what was going on and after breakfast, he rushed to get ready. I got dressed and met Rob out front. I told him I’d grab an Uber to get him and there was no need to take two cars. We arrived and Rob pointed me toward the motor pool, and went to clock in.

“Hank!” Gene called out as I approached the garage out behind the station. “Where’s your boy?” I told him he’d gone to clock in and would be right around. Gene took me to what looked like a new patrol unit. It was a shiny, new Ford SUV with all the bells and whistles. Painted a glossy Black and White with a huge gold CHP Star on the doors.

Rob came up and greeted us. Gene motioned him over to the SUV. “Check out your new Shop kid,” The sergeant said. Rob looked thoroughly nonplussed. “We retired the old crown, Vic,” then Gene rubbed the star on the door with a rag. “Meet the new ‘Sierra-One Twenty Seven’ fresh off from the factory.”

Rob sat in the driver’s seat and began adjusting it he repositioned the mobile computer unit to be easily accessible, then noted all his random paperwork had been moved into the mobile desk drawer. He didn’t ask questions, just thanked Gene and shook his hand. True Professionalism.

“Now, you two come with me,” Gene said and we walked out and over to another bay. I saw Artie’s bike there and several others. Gene walked over to an older Road King. It looked in fine condition but the decals had been removed and there was no radio or emergency lights.

“What do you think?” he asked to no one special.

Rob was the first to offer a response. “Looks great Sarge,” he complimented. “Getting ready for service?”

“Nope...” said Gene. “Being retired. Just finished certifying it road-worthy. It’s gonna be auctioned off,” I just nodded as the other two spoke. Then Gene turned to me. “What about you, Hank?” He came to me and slapped my shoulder. “Could ya handle a beast like that between your legs?” then he winked.

I cleared my throat and said “She’s a beauty, no doubt,” then I looked up at him. “I haven’t been on a bike in decades, Gene. I’m not sure...” Gene interrupted in a quick and practiced auctioneer tone.

“Gentlemen, we have a classic Harley Road King up for auction. We’re starting the bidding at $800. Do I hear $800?” Then he picked up the pace. “We have $800. Do I hear $850? $800, looking for $850. No? How about $825? Kenna get $825? We have $800, looking for $825, $825, Come on folks!”

His voice got shrill and the tempo increased. I swore I was at an actual auction. “No interest at $825? Last call for $825 ... Going once at $800. Going twice at $800. Last Chance ... Here we go! Sold! To the gentleman in the front for $800. Congratulations, sir!” and his raised hand pointed straight at me.

“Gene?” I asked, with a puzzled stare. “What’s going on?” He told me that he and Artie had decided to do this after I’d shown such interest In Artie’s bike. When the same model came into the shop, the two decided to detail it, fix it up, and offer it to him at base auction price.

“I’m the auctioneer, Hank...” his smile was a bit more crooked than usual. “I can sell this off, or not sell it at all. My discretion,” he gazed at me for a long moment. “So, you want it?”

“If you take cards I can give you four hundred now and the rest next month.” At that Rob broke in.

“I’ll Venmo the rest when I take Code-Seven, Sarge,” I smiled at my son and nodded a silent thanks. That was when Rob’s radio squealed to life and he was given a call. “Gotta run,” he said as he turned to go. “Dad! Enjoy ... and Sarge, Thanks!” then he was gone. The shiny SUV pulled out and away.

I looked around the service bay and asked. “Got a restroom I can use?” Gene grinned and made some comment about me pissing myself when I saw the Harley. I just grinned and followed. He banged his hand against a small door that opened as he hit it. I stepped in and pulled him with me.