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THE SHOPMy father owned a pretty lucrative fix-it shop in the town where we lived.Although I never felt that my father was very intelligent, he did make agood living for us because he was an extremely hard worker, staying openseven days a week and often working into the evening. My father was aquiet guy for the most part who appeared to be popular with customers butnever had a lot of close friends. After serving in the military, he met mymom and left his own family behind in another state. After I grew up, Irealized his family had been pretty screwed up with alcoholism and this iswhy my father never encouraged our family to be close to them. We had apretty typical family, not rich but not poor either. My parents rarelyfought but they also never seemed all that fond of each other. In short,they appeared to live separate lives although they did share the samebedroom. Looking back I often wonder if they were closer than theyappeared. I think they were both incredibly shy people and this may be thereason they were never demonstrative about their feelings toward oneanother. Neither of my parents paid a lot of attention to us k**s and Iwas never really close to either of them. We were generally allowed to dowhat we wanted as long as we never broke the law or upset other adults inthe neighborhood.Up until the time of the incident I am writing about, I hadn't thought alot about sex although this was about to change. However, I did know allabout the basics. Although I was a k** during the 60's, no one I knew evertalked about homosexuality aside from older k**s making the occasionaloff-color comments that were at the time usually more confusing to me thanhumerous.As I mentioned before, my dad owned a fix-it shop in the town where welived. The shop was a piece of property that had once been a very smallone-story home in our town. The original structure had never been alteredand over the years was pretty much filled from top to bottom with old toolsand machines as well as junk my father just never managed to remove fromthe building. Aside from most of the building being used as dad'sworkspace, the shop also had several pieces of old furniture for ourcustomers to sit on that included an old couch. Until I was much older, mydad always discourage me from hanging around the shop. This wasdisappointing to me because I liked to be there to hear the adult malestalk about all types of subjects. My father was also very strict about mybeing in the shop when no one was there. Once I got caught playing therewhen no one else was at the shop and I received a pretty violent spankingwith the belt by my father. There was a back door to the shop that neverlocked properly so I knew I could always get inside the building if Iwanted. A couple of times I had taken my friends inside at night but thoseoccasions were rare due to the risk of getting caught and getting the beltor possibly worse. Being very blue color and not having an education, myfather could be sort of brutal by today's standards. Today I can admitthat as a young k** I was very much afraid of my dad.This particular evening, more due to having a whim than anything else, Iwas riding my bike home from a friends and decided hang out at theabandoned shop for a while. I remember not wanting to go home just yetbecause it was summer and was still light outside although it was alsopretty late. A can recall that I had not planned on staying inside theshop very long but just long enough to check out the appliances that peoplehad brought to the shop for my father to fix. I rode my bike to the backof the property and threw it down in the weeds rather than park it by theback door. The way into the shop was by pushing hard on the back door. Itwas one of those situations where the door wouldn't line up to the deadboltbecause the doorframe was crooked since the foundation was beginning tocrumble. When no one was there, the shop was a little spooky because ofall of the placed a person could hide. I usually tried not to think aboutthis but focused more on the way the place smelled, which was a mixture ofmold, wood fuel and machinery. I Escort bayan (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) had probably been inside looking at thevarious bits and pieces my father was working on when I heard what soundedlike a car pulling up to the shop on the gravel driveway next to thebuilding. Since I was in the front room of the shop I looked out thewindow and could tell it was my father's pickup. My heart just sankbecause I knew he would be coming inside and I would be in real trouble ifhe caught me fooling around in there. As I moved to the back of the shopin order to escape I quickly considered the noise the back door would makewhen I shoved it open to leave. In less than a second I made up my mind toforget about trying to leave and decided it would be better to hideinstead. There were three rooms in my father's shop and I chose the roomhe used to store machines and also a lot of junk since I knew he unlikelyto enter this room. I ducked under a low table that was pinned in withjunk just as I heard my fathers voice as he unlocked the front door of theshop. This surprised me because I realized he had someone with him. Uponentering they flipped on a light as walked into the front room and I couldclearly hear another man's voice speaking to my father. They stayed in thefront room and I couldn't really make out what they were saying to oneanother. Although I tried, I was unable to recognize the other man'svoice. As I was laying face down on the floor trying to be invisible, Iwas thinking about how embarrassing it would be to get caught for beingthere, especially in front of another person. They must have stayed in thefront room talking for about 20 or 30 minutes but to me it seemed likeforever. Although I could hear their voices, I could only understand everythird or fourth word they were saying so I honestly don't know what line ofconversation lead up to what happened next. Suddenly I saw the light inthe front room go off, which meant they were leaving. I was probablyimmediately relieved because this meant I was safe and could sneak out oncethey drove off. However, to my surprise, I heard my father and the otherman walk into the workroom, which was directly opposite the room I washiding in. Although it was cast in heavy shadows since the sun had finallyset, there was enough light from the streetlamp outside that allowed me tosee their feet and legs as they walked into the room. Due to my lowvantage point lying under the table, I couldn't see anything above thelevel of the men's knees. As they entered my father's workroom, I becameconvinced they must have somehow heard me and were fumbling around in thedark in order to find an intruder hiding in the shop, possibly knowing itwas I. At first I planned to give myself up rather than wait for theinevitable. However, I was actually too scared to move and just held mybreath while waiting for them to find me. Although they weren't speaking,I could see they were standing right next to each other in the middle ofthe workroom. I reasoned they were listening for any movement I would makeso they could catch me. Instead, I started to hear something else,something other than talking that sounded a little strange to me. At firstit sounded like a slurping sound but I now know it is the sound two peoplemake when they are kissing deeply. This went on for a couple of minutesuntil I heard the other man mention they should move to the couch. Icouldn't understand why the other guy was suggesting this as I heard themsit down on the couch without turning on the light. I also begin torealize they probably hadn't come into the back of the shop to hunt for meand I was immediately relieved. It suddenly became clear to me my fatherand this man had other plans that had nothing to do with me at all. Sincethe couch was just partially in my view, I could only make out the dimshape of the other guy as he almost noiselessly stretched out on the couch.The next thing I knew, my father moved over to the couch and I could hearthe movement of someone else putting weight on the frame. Although Icouldn't discern any real detail of what I was seeing, I could tell the twoshapes Bayan escort (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) were lying on top of each other. Soon the two men were quiet againother than the sound of two people fiercely kissing followed by anoccasional low murmur. Next thought I heard the rustling of clothes comingfrom the direction of the two men. Apparently, they were starting to takeoff their clothes. This was probably the point that I became the mostfrightened because I suddenly realized I was in the worst positionimaginable to a ten year old k**. I was intruding in a situation that Ihad no business in. Hidden under the table, I could somewhat see that myfather and the other guy were now getting off the couch as they appeared tobe taking off their clothes. The next thing I heard was a sound that is soinnocent yet it is something that I have never forgotten. It was the soundof a belt buckle striking a hardwood floor when a guy takes off his pants.This was unmistakable because it was a sound I made myself every night whengetting undressed for bed. Although I still felt fear and dread in the pitof my stomach, I can tell you honestly that I also began to feel somethingelse.After a few minutes, from what I could tell they must have both been nakedas I could see the faint outline of their white skin, which was moreilluminated for me than when they appeared when they were both dressed.Although I could only see a small portion of the couch, I could hearpractically every sound being made by my father and the other guy,including each time their weight shifted on the couch. Having said this, Icould tell they were moving around a lot. The quiet murmurs they had beenemiting were now replaced by sighs with an occasional groan. It was asthough they were less concerned about being quiet as they were upon firstmoving to the couch. Eventually, I heard someone move to the floor but wasunable to tell which. I only know that the groaning and the kissing soundswere a lot more noticeable than before. Next I heard my father say, "nowit's your turn honey" as they continued moving positions in the next room.Although I was completely surprised by this comment, especially coming frommy father, I think this was the moment I started becoming less frightenedand more curious and stimulated about what was happening between the twomen. All these years later I can still recall that every time my father orthe other guy would produce a moan or utter a grunt, I began gettingturned-on and my 11 year old cock started getting hard. After this lastedfor a while, I then heard the other man say to my father, "go slow, it'sbeen a while since we did this" and father said something back to him thatI was unable to clearly hear. There was more shifting on the couch as Iwondered what they were getting ready to do. From what I could see theywere both back on the couch and had evidently stopped kissing but werestill moving around a lot. Next I heard the unmistakable sound of a gaspfollowed by a painful grunting that continued for several minutes. I hadno idea what they were doing because they were no longer making sweetmummers like they had moments earlier. At this time, the other man soundedlike he was in some kind of awful pain. Although my eyes had adjusted tothe dark, most of my vision was still obscured by objects on my left andright. Even though I desperately wanted to see what they were up to, Ididn't dare move and reminded myself I had to breath quietly although Ifelt like my body was running a marathon. Suddenly I head in the darknesswhat can only be described as a muffled scream soon followed by morebreathing and the steady thump of something rocking back and forth.Neither my father or the other guy were saying anything to one another andboth seemed to be breathing louder than before, punctuated with moregroaning murmuring. All the while the rocking was getting more urgent andI was beginning to feel a steady vibration on the hardwood floor I waslaying on. As excited as I had become, I also realized that it was finallysafe to move a little because of all the noise they were starting to make.I took this opportunity Escort (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) to slip my own hand down my shorts and under mybriefs trying to relieve the pressure of having an erection. Although Iknew what masturbation was, I had never tried it before because I was underthe impression that I was too young to do anything sexual. However, I hadnever really experienced lust before now. My mouth was dry and my heartwas racing as I listened to the two men thrashing around not more than 15or 20 feet away from me. I remember that I felt like I was on fire fromthe sounds of their physical presence while I quietly played with my boner.Unlike a lot of stories I have read where one guy begs the other guy tofuck him, nothing like this was said between my father and the other man.They just continued grunting and moaning, at times sounding like they werehurt and suffering and at other times sounding like were making one anotherfeel something wonderful. Although initially I had been filled dread, Inow felt as though this was the most exciting situation I had ever foundmyself in. Earlier my stomach had been doing flip flops and now I feltlike I might pass out from the sheer excitement of witnessing two men.Although on the surface I had thought this behavior was something Iconsidered horrible and dirty, I also knew it was more exciting thananything I had ever imagined. All the while, the rocking from thedirection of the couch was getting louder as were the cries coming from myfather and the other man. Soon, I began noticing that the groaning soundedmuch deeper and more urgent than before. Also, the rocking and bangingfrom the couch had become almost violent in movement and this realizationproduced in me a feeling of lust that I had never known before. At thispoint, some unknown instinct inside me must have taken over as I beganfisting my boner while experiencing a tickling sensation in my nuts thatwas both wonderful and also a little terrifying. Although I couldn't havestopped jacking off had I wanted to, I suddenly became convinced my bladderwas getting ready to let loose, convinced I was about to soak my shortswith urine. No one had ever described for me what an orgasm felt like. Ithink my body must have spasmed several times, momentarily oblivious to thetwo men on the couch as I experienced my first dry orgasm. As I came downfrom my delicious first orgasm, the cries of my father and the other manbrought me back to reality. The feeling of dread and guilt had immediatelyreplaced the incredible feelings of lust I had felt just moments ago.Thankfully, I did not have to wait long until both men also reached theultimate peak of what must have been lust as the violent rocking from thecouch also came to an abrupt end. Suddenly the room was quiet and I againheld my breath knowing I could never again look at my father if he were todiscover that I was a silent witness to his having sex with someone otherthan my mother, let alone a guy. Fortunately, I heard both men get up fromthe couch. Interestingly, my father and the other guy immediately begandiscussing other things as they proceeded to put their clothes back on.However, to my horror my father flipped the light switch because hisworkroom was suddenly flooded with light. At this point I remember closingmy eyes as though this c***dish act would make me truly invisible shouldthey happen to make a sweep of the room I was hiding in. Instead, myfather must have turned on the light to make sure they left no evidencebecause he quickly turned it off again. Finally both men walked into thefront room of my father's shop and left by the front door. I waited in myhiding place until I heard the engine of his truck and listened as theybacked out of the drive and were gone. I remember feeling weak as Icrawled out from under the table and slowly walked into the workroom wherethe men had been just moments earlier. Amazingly, even with the mixture ofwood, mold and machinery, I also smelled a scent that until then had beencompletely foreign to me. I suppose it smelled a little like sweat butwith the taint of ass, if this makes any sense. I immediately through myweight against the back door and left as quickly as I could. Years later Irealize every k** receives some kind of introduction to sex and this hadbeen mine. I never did find out who the other man was.