Chapter 5: The Date Pickup

Jen’s father Chet was old fashion. He still insisted that after all this time, I come to the door to pick his little girl up for a date. He was a burly rugged man who had spent years on heavy construction and even more years on the couch drinking heavily.

“Jake, ah see that fahot is still dressing ya.” He grunted. There was no love-loss between the redneck and my Max. “Baby yo’r date is here.” He shouted up with a loud gross blech.

“I’ll be down in a second babe.” She called out to me, as her father rolled his tubby lard ass back to his den and his football.

I turned and walked into the living room to wait, and there was Rocco, Jen’s younger brother. He was sitting in the living room, with the blinds wide open, on the sofa naked. Jerking off. Again. Before he noticed I was there, got another good long look at the boy. He was 18 and had just graduated as a senior from high school. His long lanky body was that of a long distance track runner, and he had the cock to match. It had to be at least ten inches long, but was skinny like he was. Rocco had a habit and a record of exposing himself in public. In fact, he liked to strip off and wank off anywhere and everywhere. And with anyone. Today Rocco was using both hands to slowly stroke himself.