He was ahead of me by a few feet and had stopped there, putting his hands on his hips and breathing deeply. Sweat dripped from his face and it had accumulated on his shirt beneath the backpack he wore. I must have been equality sweaty, I knew.
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It was summer vacation , and as a 13 year old boy , I was about to live my childhood fantasy. For dad and I, it would be the summer we will never forget. Growing up, my Father and I were not very close, but I secretly dreamed of having my way with him. David was a stern father and had a way of keeping me at a distance. When I tried to spend time with him he would say something like "I don't have time right now". He was always kind, but distant. That all changed in the summer of 85 when Dad broke his ankle playing football.
Well, Its been awhile since I posted on here. This happened when I move from apartment and into a house. So that was my first project. Putting in a large shower area. Read more. All characters in this story is at least 18 years and older and made up!