Date: Sun, 31 May 2015 18:21:57 -0700
From: hash_poopy@hushmail.me
Subject: Trailer Park Boys 1

Okay, here I go again. I am still working on the stories based on events in
my life growing up, Kevin's Awkward Antics and Uncle Trevor. A fan asked me
to incorporate how an adult would feel about the things that were happening
in the story. Both of those stories are told from a boy's perspective in
first person so it would be hard to change the format now. I put this story
together as I imagined an adult might think. This story is totally fiction
as with the others.

Trailer park Boys Chapter 1; Taking the leap!

The dust rolled out from my classic Comoro as I rolled to a stop across the
street from the small mobile community somewhere east of L.A. maybe nowhere
east of L.A. would be a better description. It was the fourth one in two
days and I was wondering if I was going to get to play out my plan.  The
school bus pulled up just outside of the driveway right in front of me. My
heart started pounding. Was I really going to do this? I watched kid after
kid roll out of the dirty yellow bus playing and wrestling together, mostly
boys. That's a good sign I thought. I guessed by their size that they were
in middle school. I rubbed my dick through my shorts examining the boys,
generally Hispanic boys with black hair. There were a few white boys and a
few black boys too. They were all amazing and so cute! I was attracted to
all of them. A half hour latter some moms with trailing toddlers and some
strollers started to gather curbside as another bus pulled up. These kids
were younger and obviously in grade school. As with the first bus most of
the kids were Hispanic cuties. But there were a few toe heads in the bunch
also along with a tiny Asian boy. My dick was drooling. I watched the ones
who were met by family and those who went on their own. My tool was fully
hard and I had undone my shorts so I could slip my hand inside of them,
stroking and squeezing. The last boy off the bus was a ginger boy, cute as
fuck and on his own. His unkempt hair was long and kind of stringy framing
his sweet little pale face. He had a nice dusting of freckles across his
nose! Most of the kids were joking and playing together as they merged into
the dusty streets lined with old mobile homes but the ginger boy kept to
himself. I started the engine when I saw the boy turn right down the second
street.

"This might be home." I hushed under my breath.

I drove slowly down the dirt streets trying not to draw too much
attention. The truth was that I was scared shitless. What if they had
cameras? This car offered invisibility with the girls but boys loved my
deep red car and the rumble that rolled out of the tail pipes. I was
getting unwanted attention, I had fucked up. My ginger boy walked up the
steps of his house and pulled a key from around his neck that was on a
discarded brown shoelace. He glanced up at me and our eyes me. I smiled at
him but I just got a blank stare before he turned his key in the lock. He
was gone! I watched some boys playing across the street in a would-be park
filled out with swing-less swings and a bent slide. The small shack in the
corner of the park was covered with graffiti art. They cheered and waved as
I rumbled by. Then my heart started to race. The trailer next to my red
headed boy had a for sale sign hanging off kilter in the front window. It
was a shabby rig in need of repair but one of the best ones I had seen in
the place. I called the number on the sign and could hear a phone ring
inside. Shit!

"Por favor deje un mensaje después del tono. Please leave message" A
voice said in a heave accent.

"Hi my name is... a...Scott and I was interested in your trailer."

I knew I sounded stupid but I had not even figured out what identity I
would use. Luckily I had labeled the cell with the ID I had opened the
account with. So it was settled; I was Scott. I had learned from my dad
that having the option to change identities could come in handy. The truth
was that I had been planning this for a long time and had established four
different identities, different and isolated from my own.DNA was a
different story. I had no idea where my mom was but my dad had left me a
pile of money when he died with a bullet to the head. I wasn't surprised, I
never knew what he did for a living but I knew it was wrong. At
twenty-seven I was set for life if I was careful. My Dad had left me a nice
house in Malibu and I had some good friends. So why would I be looking for
a trailer in a shit hole park? I wanted to find love for the first time and
to be loved in return. Unfortunately, although I found gratification in the
Gay relationships I had been in what I really longed for was the love of a
boy.  This was risky and I needed to be careful how I went about it. I also
knew that as the boy got older I would be looking for a new young love. It
had to be the right kind of boy. So I hoped I could find love in the
discarded population of boys; trailer park boys would offer the best and
safest selection for me. So today Scott Walker would be looking for a home
and a boy.

"Okay, this is it." I whispered out loud.

I found a shabby trailer with a well kept yard in the back of the park with
a wooden sign that said Manager. I killed the engine and looked around
nervously; what the fuck was I doing? I calmed down when a bus obviously
from the high school dropped off some kids. I liked high school boys too
but it was a different feeling, especially after they started to get hair
on their face, dick and pits. I started to get a boner watching this thin
black kid strip his shirt off. I could tell he liked sports or at least was
athletic and he carried himself with confidence. What a cutie, probably
around fifteen, sixteen. He was fit only the way a black teenager could be
fit, round shoulders, nice pecks and a smooth ripped stomach and that ass,
shit! I could lick every inch of him and beg for more!  His underarms were
still hairless but I knew he probably had a think black bush decorating his
dick.  Another boy came up to him and they wrestled playfully a little. He
pealed out of his t-shirt too exposing the most amazing skin, creamy like
coffee with milk. As they played my dick started to leak as I took in the
contrast of the two teenage bodies as they tangled together.

"Fuck, I need to knock this shit off and get on with it." I huffed to
myself.

 I took a deep breath and walked up the shaky stairs. I looked at the
surprisingly well kept pool that was hidden behind the trailer. Then my
heart jumped, I realized that my prize trailer backed up to the pool.

"Nice." I hissed.

I knocked on the door and was greeted by and older man with a pleasing
demeanor, gray hair and warm face. Instantly I liked him.

"Hola" the man smiled.

"Hello Sir, I'm Scott. I'm looking for a trailer to buy, can you help me?"
I asked shaking the man's hand

"Si, me Hector."

I asked about the trailers that were for sale not asking about any one in
particular. I asked about the monthly rent and any deposit I would need to
go along with the rent. In broken English he said there were about twelve
for sale in the park and that all I would have to pay was the $200 monthly
rent plus electricity and so on. Then I got specific about three, the one I
was interested in along with two others that looked to be near cute
boys. Luckily he was well liked and trusted so he could show most any of
them to me. I saved the best for last and I was surprised. Not only did it
look to be the best out of the three it had a fresh coat of paint inside,
all the fixtures worked and it had what looked to be a new air
conditioner. The living room had a pop out addition that made it big enough
for my use.

"This is nice; do you know how much they want?"

$20, Señor.

"God, that is a lot of dinero.  I have cash; do you think they will take
$15,000?" I asked

"You ask, but I think maybe she no take. I call her cell."

Isabel was thrilled that someone was interested in her trailer indicating
she would be over right after work to talk it over. I spent the next hour
asking about the park, how many people lived there, were there any
troublesome kids and so on.  There weren't any "bad boys" living under his
watch. It turns out the kid who would be my new neighbor was a boy around
nine, alone a lot and kept mostly to himself. His mother worked crazy hours
as a house keeper at a nearby hotel. She rode the bus most of the time and
was a victim of the bus schedule. She had a car but it didn't work most of
the time. I asked about the other residents so I did not draw
suspicion. Hector was happy to tell me about them. The pool was popular
with everyone but mostly the kids and I was warned that it could get a
little noisy being as the trailer was so close. I enjoyed hanging out with
Hector and he was full of stories. We ended up sitting by the pool with a
half dozen kids in the water; I enjoyed sipping beer with him.

"There, Isabel" Hector said abruptly, pointing.

He took me over to the trailer house and introduced me to the owner, Isabel
Rodriguez.  She was an older woman, very sweet. Hector excused himself and
I pretended to haggle with the woman pointing out various problems with the
trailer. I could also tell she needed the money. We settled on $50 less
than what she was asking and we agreed to make the deal the next day. I
drove back to Malibu trembling; what was I doing? I sat on my back deck
watching some teenagers goofing around in the surf, cute boys around
seventeen; a little old for me but defiantly cute.

The next day I went to the bank. I had rehearsed the story over and over in
my head. A brother I did not have got sick while traveling in Southeast
Asia and I had to wire cash to the hospital for his treatment. It worked
like a charm. I walked out of the bank with $9,900 cash in my hand. Just
under the reporting limit; I did the same at two other banks. In the end I
had enough for the trailer and I could furnish it from a second hand store
with money to spare.

"Here I go." I stammered as I drove out of L.A.

I nearly turned around a half dozen times before I pulled up to my new
home. There was a truck filled with the former owners belongings in the
driveway, she was ready to go! We made our deal and I watched her young
grandson while she went to say good bye to Hector. He was a sweet boy and
we sat next to each other on the vacant floor. He told me about his school
and his friends. I was surprised but he did not protest when I pulled the
little Hispanic boy onto my lap. He smelled amazingly good, like all boys
his age did. We cuddled and played and I started to be overtaken by my
seclusion with the kid. As I held him my fingers slipped into the waist
band of his shorts rubbing just above his tiny tool. His soft secret place
was warm. He turned and flashed a questioning look at me.

"Sorry. I was just cuddling you; you are such a good boy."

He relaxed and smiled showing off his missing two front teeth. I decided
not to pursue him any further pulling my hand back to his tummy. It was
still a lot of fun cuddling and playing with the boy. I decided to play
something else to relieve my boner that had formed. So we played hide and
seek without many places to hide. I was boner free when Isabel came back
into the small house. I sat on the floor holding the keys for a while once
I was alone.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I huffed as I got up to go back home.

 The next morning I was up early. I realized that it was a mistake to take
my own car to my new "make believe home," one of the few things that could
tie me to my real life. A new life deserved a new car. I called around and
took the bus to what seemed like a good fit, a mid nineties Ford pickup; a
deal was made for cash. I got insurance under my new ID and headed for the
sticks. After a brief stop at a thrift store I had a couch, chair and a
small table along with kitchen shit. I also picked out a new
wardrobe. Lastly I stopped and bought a new mattress. I was excited to be
moving into my new house, well Scott Walker's new house. I had to hurry to
get to my place before the school busses arrived. I did not want to miss
the parade of beautiful boys. I started to move the shit into the house as
the middle school kids arrived. God, they were so adorable.

"Hey, I'm Jesus, you movin' in?"

"Yep, I'm Scott." I smiled, sticking out my fist.

"So why did you move here?" Jesus smiled exposing his crooked teeth,
returning my fist bump.

"I am a somewhat good freelance writer. I'm writing a documentary about
kids who live in agricultural areas of California."

"Like me?" Jesus beamed.

"Yes, like you Buddy." I chuckled messing his hair.

Without me asking Jesus dropped his back pack, picked up a box of
mismatched pots and pans from the back of my truck and headed up the shaky
steps leading into my house. He was a cute boy around twelve or maybe
thirteen. His body was showing the early signs of adolescence but he still
looked very much a boy. I liked him right away, so friendly and helpful.

"Well you will have plenty of kids to write about here." Jesus laughed,
unpacking the box without asking where to put the stuff.

"I see that! I can write about my observations but I will need permission
to officially interview boys."

Shit I said boys not kids! I have to be more careful about this. Fuck, I
had rehearsed this a million times but five minutes into it for real I
fucked up. I went back to the truck trying to figure out how I was going to
fix this screw up. I grabbed the groceries from the front seat of the truck
and headed back in meeting Jesus on the front porch. He looked past me.

"Carlos, come help us!" Jesus called out. "This is the new Guy, Scott!"

"Okay, I have to check in with Mom first." Carlos waved.

"Carlos is my best friend, we are both twelve but he is in the sixth, I'm
in the seventh." Jesus explained. "I go to King Middle and he goes to
Eisenhower."

"Good the fridge is really cold." I mumbled, putting a six pack inside.

"Don't want the beer to get warm." Jesus giggle, flashing a devilish smile
as he put more shit in the fridge.

"What about the kid who lives next door?" I asked leaning back, popping
open a beer.

"Who, Tommy? Good luck getting him to talk." Jesus sighed grabbing a beer
from the fridge. "You mind?"

"Not at all." I laughed taking the beer from the kid and exchanging it for
a Coke.

"Tommy is okay but really shy," Jesus chomped, finding a bag of chips,
"most of the time he just stays inside of his house, sometimes he plays
with Josh, four down on the left."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently the boy did not pick up on my
gaff. Carlos came in his arms full of second hand clothes. He smiled at me
and went to my bedroom. I loved watching the boys helping me especially
when they hooked up the TV each trying to take charge. Soon we were down to
the couch and bed, too big for the three of us. We did manage to get the
chair inside and the three of us plopped down into it. Another beer and two
more Cokes were in order. We were hot and sweaty; I was wrong the A/C did
not work. Carlos was the first to peal out of his t-shirt followed by
Jesus, both with my help and then me. Our warm bodies sweated together as
the boys chattered on about the other kids in the park. I had my arms
around each of their soft supple waists enjoying the gentle, intoxicating
boy smell that was pouring out of them like a pedophile aphrodisiac. I
gently rubbed their sides and met no resistance. Carlos put his hand on
mine and pushed my hand to his tummy below his belly button so I could rub
him there, probably subconsciously. Jesus went on about the trailer
park. There was a pecking order to the boys in the park. A kid they called
Parker, I guessed his last name, was the top dog with the boys. He was
seventeen and the oldest. They called him a Gringo but also added he could
speak Spanish as well as any boy born in Mexico. Juan was next; a cocky
sixteen-year-old who would suck-up if he thought he had something to gain
from the experience. He was the creamy brown cutie from yesterday in High
School. Jamal, the black boy was also sixteen and he was described as an
awesome guy, always up for any kind of sports play, even with little
kids. He was the peace maker. Serge was the next in line. He was said to be
a bully with little patience for younger boys. He was pale white with long
jet black hair and eyes that were black like the dead. I was told to stay
away from him. Although only fourteen he had an evil repetition. He was
from Prague. They told me that it was said that he killed a six-year-old
boy for just looking at him wrong. Jesus and Carlos fell into the follower
class; Tommy and Josh were among the invisible boys.

"If you want to get help with the bed and couch you will need to see
Juan. Jesus said as he peeled away from me followed by Carlos.

"So what do I need to do?" I asked confused.

"You're the new Guy, don't worry," Jesus sighed, "we need to go."

I felt a little weird and venerable, what the fuck they were just boys,
what could they do? Was this a big mistake? No not at all, I already made
friends with two beautiful twelve-year-olds. Then there was a knock on the
door. I swallowed hard and took a sip of beer.

"Hey, I'm Juan Sir; can me and my friends help you with your stuff?" The
shirtless teenager asked sweetly and more importantly, genuinely.

What I found striking about the teenager was his eyes, emerald green
eyes. God, his eyes were amazing and fucking held a mysterious allure. His
light brown hair glowed in the setting sunlight.

"I don't want to impose, Juan"

"We all have to help out here; we are all that we have. It's Scott, right?"

"Yes, Scott." I stuttered.

I was surprised by how nice Juan was and how helpful. Serge and Juan helped
me but Serge only smiled and nodded when I said hi. His eyes were dark
brown not black like Jesus said and I saw tenderness in them. He left once
the big stuff was done without a word. Had the boys been wrong about them?
Juan helped me put the sheets on the bed, kind of strange but I liked the
help. We moved the couch and chair around several times in the living room
before a good fit was found. Then the kid surprised me; he grabbed two
beers from the fridge and plopped down on the couch after he tossed me one.

"I think you are all set Scott." Juan sighed wiping his brow with the cool
can before he popped it open.

I moved and sat next to the teenager but not to close, I still was very
suspicions about what he wanted, money maybe. I would be happy to pay him
for his help.

"I'm glad you are here, Man." Juan sighed before gulping his beer.

"I like it here too, Buddy." I sighed; whishing I did not call him Buddy.

I watched him tip the beer can up and swallow; I got this weird feeling as
I studied the new sprouts of hair under his arm. My dick was stirring but
why? Juan was way too old for me. He actually cuddled in close to me as he
put the half empty can down, what the fuck was this? I had to find a way to
stop this; I just knew some boys would probably break in and kick my ass!
Was he setting me up?

"Scott, can I tell you something, you know just us two guys?" Juan
whispered.

"Anything Juan."

"My Dad is white, like you." Juan sniffled a little, "He does not want
anything to do with me and you are the only white grown-up man here who is
not all old and shit. Can we be friends?"

"For sure, Buddy." I sniffled as the sixteen-year-old wrapped his arms
around me and started to cry.

I was totally taken off guard, was this the second in command of the boys?
He was trembling and sobbing in my arms. I stroked him and kind of liked
those slight whips of soft hair under his arms I found along the way. He
smelled kind of like a man but different; definitely not a boy, somehow I
liked it. His skin was still very soft and smooth. I had no idea what was
up with him but every apprehension about him was gone. He unwrapped himself
and sat back into the couch and resumed a more confident stature.

"Sorry, it is just my Dad's birthday; well not really I made up a birthday
for him years ago." Juan whimpered. "I celebrate every year."

"It is okay, you can hang out with me whenever you want, but I will never
replace your Dad."

"A piece of dog shit would be a more accurate replacement." Juan joked, his
eyes still filled with tears.

We sat side by side my arm around his shoulder as the news droned on, and
on, on the TV. I got up and reached for the phone ordering a pizza. Juan
made no effort to leave or gave any indication of his intentions. When he
went for his third beer I replaced it with a Coke before he opened it. To
tell the truth I had no idea what to do with the kid. We watched the news,
ate pizza, then game shows and finally CSI. Every time I would scoot away
from him he would cuddle back in touching me.

"This was awesome Juan; I hope we can do it again sometime." I yawned and
stretched way too exaggerated.

"Yeah it has been fun, Dad." Juan joked. "I'll come by tomorrow if it is
okay, Scott."

"That would be cool, Dude." I sighed genuinely.

"Like I said I am glad you are here, Man."

That was that, Juan was a strange kid and I felt a little alone once the
door slammed. I closed my eyes and embraced his scent and the way his soft
skin felt against me. So far I had four boys at my house and I would
honestly love taking it to the next step with any of them including
Serge. Each was unique in his own way. Jesus was out going and bold but
sweet and caring. Carlos was a little shy like he was hiding something but
he loved all the stroking and petting I gave him. Juan, well what can I
say? He was a young man but venerable, scared and uncertain. Even though he
was a little old for me I could easily make love to him. Serge was a
mystery and aloof. I opened a bottle of wine and tried to formulate my
strategy. This was way more complicated than I thought it would be. After
all I was looking for love and tricking boys would not play well. I needed
a boy to just love me and I had to fall in love with him. It had to happed
naturally and honestly. I sat at the table closed my eyes and thought about
the boys in the park. I poured glass after glass of wine until it was gone.

"Oh shit." I stammered, staggering.

I was drunk and fell face down onto my bed not bothering to undress. I woke
up eight hours later on my back, my mouth dry and nasty. I pealed out of my
clothes and sat in the tub with the shower spraying down on me. I needed to
be more careful. I kept waking up as my head bobbed back to sleep. When the
water got cold I woke up and got out. I looked into the mirror and fucked
with my face. I scratched my ass, shaved and brushed my teeth. The next
move was to pull on some boxers and make a move for the coffee pot. Coffee
in hand I turned on the news and stared at the TV. I jumped when there was
a knock at my back door.

"Who," I corked clearing my throat, "who is it?"

"It's me Carlos." A small voice squeaked.

"What do you want, Kiddo?" I asked opening the door a little hiding my
nearly naked body behind it.

"I stayed home from school but did not want to be home alone." The
twelve-year-old stated, pushing past me.

"So why didn't you go to school, Buddy?" I chocked, gulping some coffee.

"I have a tummy ach."

"Well I'm going back to bed; you can hang out if you want but like I said
I'm going to bed, you can come if you want." I groaned not realizing I had
actually asked the kid to sleep with me.

That is when I noticed the thick little brown boy was only wearing briefs
and a baby blanket around his shoulders. I guided him in and we walked to
my bedroom. For some reason I did not even care. I just wanted to sleep
more. The kid dropped his blanket and slipped under my sheets. I followed
him and cuddled him close, he was so cuddly. We slept. Two hours later I
woke up drenched in sweat. I thought I had dreamed about Carlos but nope,
he was in my bed. I watched him sleep his eyes moving under his eye
lids. God, his black eye lashes were so long! I petted the side of his face
and watched him shift and grunt. The tip of his pink tongue swiped across
his slightly open lips. I traced his eye brows and kissed him softly on his
cheek, he scratched his nose. I rubbed his tummy and poked a little at his
belly button. He moaned and shifted to his back. I pulled the sweat soaked
stinky sheet back exposing the boy. His plump little tummy would rise and
fall as he slept. I just rested on my side with my head propped up in my
hand. My other hand snuck into my boxers and I stroked my hard dick. I
studied the lump in his tattered gray briefs. The holes in his underwear
were so cute exposing his skin and even his dark tight wrinkled sack a
little. My hand trembled as my shaky finger stroked the cotton covered boy
dick hiding beneath. Carlos took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I
quickly retracted my hand. I studied his face of any signs of
conciseness. He was still asleep. I took a deep breath and held it as I
reached to the first boy dick I had ever played with waited for my
touch. So I went back to work rubbing the soft piece of boy hood until it
was standing tall. I watched his tool as I stroked my dick. When it would
start to retreat I would gently rub it back to life. I had to get his
briefs off somehow! What the fuck was I doing? I shouldn't mess with my
first boy when he was asleep! Carlos groaned and shifted to his side facing
me. I rested back down and pulled the sheet back over us. I closed my eyes
and thought about the boy holding my own meat.

"Scott, Scott." Carlos giggled pushing on my shoulder.

"What, what is it?" I stuttered, "Oh Carols it is you, how is your tummy?"

"It is hungry!" Carlos joked.

"I have some bacon and eggs, is that okay?"

"Yummy, tortillas too?" Carlos beamed.

"Yes we have tortillas too, Kiddo." I smiled messing his soft black
hair. "Do you want to borrow some shorts, t-shirt or something?"

"Cool, I can't believe I came over in just my underwear" Carlos giggled.

"It will be a while before breakfast is ready, you can take a shower if you
want, Buddy." I suggested.

I watched the twelve-year-old sniff his hairless pits, slip his hand into
his underwear, his nuts. Then he sniffed his fingers. He screwed up his
face busting up a little. Fuck, he was so cute, all boy!

"I think I could use a shower." Carlos laughed.

I listened to the shower as I cooked the bacon imagining how the naked boy
would feel if I was in with him, washing him. I took the bacon off and put
it on a paper towel. I started the eggs and tortillas once the shower
stopped. God, he must me drying himself off! It was driving me crazy
knowing that there was a naked boy just a few feet away, but I had to be
cool. Carlos emerged and I had to crack up at the cutie.

"Well don't you just look, just look." I busted up.

"Shut up," Carlos laughed taking a seat at the table, "They are your
clothes not mine."

The shorts were way too big and had to be held up. The t-shirt hung off of
the kid going nearly to his knees. The neck slid to the side exposing his
lithe little shoulder. We ate and laughed about stupid and random stuff. I
loved how he moved and the cute little dimples that formed when he smiled.
He talked with his mouth full and I loved to watch the food roll on his
pink little tongue. He was going on about his little brother and older
sister and what a pain they were. His Uncle and cousins seemed to be the
favorite members of his family, all male. He was laughing and squirming.

"You don't seem very sick Kiddo, are you?" I asked the boy.

"I feel okay now, Scott."

"Well there is just one thing I can do about you," I sighed shaking my
head, "tickle the shit out of you!"

"Noooooooo!" Carlos squealed, dashing from his chair.

I chased the kid around my small house grabbing at him but purposely did
not grab him. Just as I hoped he dropped the shorts and jumped out of
them. Now I grabbed him. He thrashed as I assaulted him loving the feel of
him under my intruding wiggling fingers. My heart jumped when I discovered
he did not have his underwear on under my shorts. His dick was awesome with
a long section of foreskin hiding his bud. I let him go and he ran to my
bedroom. I tackled him on the bed and we rolled together in the tangle of
sheets. He did not pull away when I tickled him under the t-shirt. I could
not help myself; I tickled him around his dick and butt. He just laughed
harder.

"Stop it, my wienie will get big!" Carlos jeered, I backed off.

"I'm sory; I did not realize I was tickling you there, Kiddo." I lied.

"It's okay; I don't have any undies on." Carlos smiled at me sweetly.

The tickling turned into rubbing and I moved my hand to the outside of the
t-shirt pulling it down to cover his crotch. I gently rolled his shoulders
and rubbed his chest and tummy before moving to his soft naked legs. I had
a raging hard-on I was trying the hide in my boxers. I was trembling
inside, was I really going to have my first boy? But then Carlos suddenly
sat up.

"Are you okay, I will stop if you want." I stuttered, nervous as fuck.

"I like it better when you rub my skin." Carlos whispered as he confidently
pulled the t-shirt up and over his head.

The boy rested back and smiled weakly at me. I knew that he knew exactly
what I was doing and wanted more. I rubbed his chest and pinched his
nipples causing him to giggle a little. I danced my soft touch to his tummy
and swirled around his deep belly button, Fuck his dick was starting to
fill out. Next I rubbed him just above his dick and then slid past and
slipped my hand between his thighs. He moaned and held his breath spreading
his legs as my hand slipped right up against his balls. I rolled each soft
orb in my fingers taking in the softness of his tight immature boy bag that
was showing early signs of puberty. Then I moved back down his leg,
squeezing and rolling his plump thighs. I was in heaven but scared to
death.  I was trembling and my heart was racing. Was I really touching a
boy? Carlos would randomly stroke his dick rolling his foreskin, fuck!

"My Uncle plays with me naked." Carlos chirped out of nowhere.

"Do you like it; I have never done this before." I admitted.

"I knew you liked boys, I know the look, the look you gave all of us,"
Carlos giggled, "like you were starving in a long line at McDonalds and we
were Big Macs."

"I guess you are right, Kiddo." I chuckled nervous that he knew about me
right from the start.

"You can touch my Big Mac if you want but you can't tell the others about
it," Carlos whispered lustfully, "they don't know I do this kind of stuff."

I smiled at the small intoxicating boy as he relaxed into my bed completely
naked. I rubbed his legs and then I nervously stroked his little hard
on. His expression changed to contentment as I jerked his little tool. He
entwined his fingers together behind his head. I could not help but kiss
his soft exposed hairless boy pit.

"Hey that tickles," Carlos giggled, scrunching his arm down, "do it again!"

So there I was kissing and licking a boy's underarm while I was playing
with his dick and balls, not bad for my first full day. I started to move
between his nipples licking and biting gently. Carlos was moaning like
crazy. His hand broke free and he pushed my head down. I swallowed hard and
kissed my way to his dick. The sexed up boy smell was fascinating way
better that I ever imagined it would be. I wanted this to last, my first
time with a boy's dick in my mouth. I encircled his knob with my lips and
played with his foreskin with my tongue.  His small fingers played with my
hair and he started to buck. Soon he was thrusting all the way in pumping
my face. God, I was in heaven! He grabbed either side of my head and face
fucked me hard, I felt his foreskin retracting and the amazing flavor
engulfed me. I was humping the shit out of his ankle and shin.

"Get between my legs and get naked." The twelve-year-old pleaded.

I was happy to be naked with the boy; he was so cute and horny as hell. I
came up between his legs but he did not spread them very wide. Then he
brought his feet together clamping my dick between his soles.

"You can fuck my feet; I will make you feel really good." Carlos panted
pointing his dick at me, grunting for me to suck him.

In seconds I was pumping pre-cum between his clamped feet while he humped
my face. I frantically swirled my tongue and sucked for all I was
worth. His little feet were saturated and my cock was sliding in my pre-cum
lube. He clamped on me hard and wiggled his toes in my pubes and nuts as I
took full long strokes. Then he arched his back and his mushroom sank all
the way into my mouth. As his dick pulsed I realized his immature nuts were
starting to make cum, the flavor of his meager load was sweet and not very
strong. Nothing like a grown man's cum, way better! As soon as he started
his delivery, I started my own blasting the kid's feet with thick stinky
cum, fuck this is amazing.

"Where the fuck did you learn that?" I huffed, my balls empty.

 "I told you my uncle taught me," Carlos panted totally out of breath, "now
we take a bath together, okay? But we got to be fast, the middle bus will
be here soon."

I carried the boy to my bathroom and sat him on the toilet. He was happy to
take a shit while I fixed the tub for us. He stood, grabbed his ankles
waiting for me to wipe his ass. I figured out this was another game he
played with his uncle and I really like cleaning up his little pucker. As
we cuddled in the warm water I wondered if this kid was going to be a
problem when I started to get to know my real prize, the young boy who
lived next door. I washed Carlos' back. And I also knew that Carlos was not
the lover I was looking for, shit he knew more about sex than I did. He
liked me putting shampoo on his hair and gently massaging it in. Carlos
rested back and I realized that if things worked out that I would have a
willing friend to get me through the dry spells. I kissed the back of his
head as we rested back. Then Carlos sat up.

"Shit the bus!" Carlos panicked!

"Here go out the back by the pool, and don't get caught!"

Carlos pulled on my shorts not bothering to dry off. Holding them up with
one hand he smiled and gave me a cute little wave with the other, dashing
out the back door. I wrapped a towel around my waist and watched the kids
walk by totally unaware I was perving on them.

"God, I love middle school boys." I sighed to myself.

Once the parade was over I put on some shorts and flip flops moving to sit
on my stoop with a beer. The cold liquid felt amazing sliding down my
throat. I nodded hi and waved to some of the Moms as they made their way to
meet their young kids at the bus stop. Most smiled back or said hi. A buxom
blond woman flashed the biggest smile. Soon kids were running by, the
younger ones with their mothers. The blond woman walked up with the two toe
heads in hand.

"Well hello, my name is May," the woman said smiling with a heavy southern
accent, "if you need anything let me know; I know how it is moving and
stuff."

"I'm Scott, thanks." I squeaked a little embarrassed. "I'm sure I will need
something."

"You single or is there a Misses Scott?" May smiled winking at me,
adjusting her top showing more of her tits.

"Mom, come on." The older of the two cuties whined, pulling his mother's
arm.

"Hi" the smaller boy peeped, waving as they were pulled by the older boy.

"No, there is no Misses Scott." I laughed.

"Well you just let me know Hun, anything yall need." May smiled as she
retreated with her boys.

"Anything?" I whispered to myself watching the two cute blond boy's bottoms
bob as they walked down the dirt street.

I turned and saw the boy who drew me into this place, the ginger boy. He
walked by me not looking in my direction.

"Hi" I smiled at him, no response.

As the boy passed I noticed that he needed a bath. His clothes were too
small and kind of dirty too. God, I could make him so beautiful given the
chance!

"It's Tommy right?" I asked just before he turned to go up to his door.

He stopped, raked his long red hair tucking the strands behind his ear,
staring at me. I smiled at him as he pulled the shoe string with his key
from around his neck. He stared at the key for a moment before looking back
up at me.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." Tommy said barely audibly.

"Hi Tommy I'm Scott, your new neighbor." I beamed at the boy.

"I know who you are."

With that the kid disappeared into his house. I was not sure what to do; I
was not expecting being rejected right off by the kid. I went back into my
house and popped open another beer trying to figure out a way to become
friends with the boy if nothing else. The kid just seemed so sad and alone.
Or maybe he was just a natural ass hole! But the emptiness in his soft
green eyes told a different story and I was going to figure it out. I took
a long drink of beer and studied the drops that had formed on the cold
can. God, I wanted to get to know the kid more than ever. I would start
with his mother.

"Hey Scott." Juan barked not bothering to knock before coming into my
house.

"Hey Juan, how was school?"

"It sucked as usual." Juan jeered, digging through my refrigerator, his
backpack in the middle of my kitchen floor.

"Help yourself Juan." I chuckled.

The kid sat a beer down on my coffee table and pealed his shirt off. My
eyes were glued to his beautiful skin, his low hanging shorts and his blue
plaid boxers covering his round little ass. He plopped down at the far end
of the couch and popped open the beer breaking my trance. He took a big
drink before I took the beer away replacing it once again with a Coke.

"Let's see if your cable is on yet." Juan sighed popping the Coke open.

I was glad the cable was on even though I got several stations on the
antenna. I watched Juan as he flipped through the channels. God, he was
amazing. He settled on Malcolm in the Middle, one of my favorite shows. As
Juan watched the antics on the TV I watched Juan. He undid the laces on his
high top converse and pulled them from his feet. My dick swelled a little
at the smell that was coming from his sweaty teenage feet. He pulled his
socks off letting them fall randomly to the floor before he dug the grit
out from between his toes. I was hard and had to shift to hide it. But why
was this boy who was way too old for me getting me so worked up? To tell
you the truth Juan was a beautiful boy in every way. His mixed race skin
had a beautiful glow, his smile was frequent and sweet, and his teeth were
like white jewels held in perfect lips. His abdomen was well defined and
flat and his arms were shapely and supple.  His legs were long and thin and
his feet were big with long toes. He had random wisps of black hair on his
shins and forearms; his underarm held that enticing small patch. When the
commercials came on Juan downed the rest of his Coke, flopped onto his back
and put his head into my lap. I knew he must have felt my erection but he
made no effort to move.

"What are you doing, Kiddo?" I chuckled.

"There is this girl, she likes me."

"Nothing wrong with that, you are cute." I sighed running my fingers in his
soft hair. "Is she pretty?"

"I guess, but I don't want a girlfriend."

"Nothing wrong with that either." I whispered stroking his forehead, "Just
be you."

"My Homies will think I'm Gay if I don't have a girlfriend. They already
give me a hard time."

"Well, are you Gay?" I asked rubbing his chest.

"I like this one but I have seen it a bunch of times before." Juan chirped,
changing the subject and sitting up.

"What is it?"

"Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide!" Juan said belching out a huge
burp.

We both laughed and fist bumped, I loved watching him laugh. But I needed
more and the playful moment gave me the opportunity. I took a big swig of
beer!

"What is it about?" I belched, foam seeping from my lips.

Before Juan could answer me I ticked him, he immediately tickled back. He
was much stronger than I expected and we were both panting and huffing out
our laughter before long. He got up and got another Coke grabbing the open
beer from earlier for me. This time he sat right next to me. I could smell
us both as we sweated. Juan pressed into me as he watched the silly
teenager show.

"Devin Werkheiser is cute; I wish I looked like him." Juan sighed.

"You are right he is cute," I whispered rubbing Juan's thigh between his
legs, "you are cute too."

"Not like all Gay cute, I mean, shit!" Juan stuttered moving away, "I got
homework so I better go."

I felt bad as the freaked out teenager stumbled around putting his sneakers
back on and grabbing his backpack. He stood in front of me and finished his
Coke. I studied his Addams apple bob as he chugged the Coke before I turned
my attention to his crotch looking for some sign of arousal but if he was
hard I could not tell through his baggy shorts.

"Thanks, you know for a," Juan smiled weakly, "just thanks Man, bye."

With that he was gone. I watched the rest of the show and he was right, the
star of the show was very cute and very sexy. I also realized the show was
about middle school kids. Did Juan and I have something in common? I closed
my eyes and thought about the boy drifting to sleep. I had to take it easy
on the wine and beer for the next few days. I hated hangovers.

"No!" I exclaimed for no apparent reason standing to my feet.

I had dozed off. I picked up Juan's t-shirt and socks he had left behind
and moved to my bedroom. I knew no one could see in so I shed my boxers and
got into bed watching two boys play in the pool. I slipped one of Juan's
socks over my dick and pressed the other one into my face. I rolled my hard
dick inside of the damp sock as I studied the young boys play. They were
absolutely gorgeous, smooth skin, high pitched laughter that stimulated my
scenes, bright smiles, dancing eyes, dark hair, round shoulders and nice
little lumps in their wet shots. I sucked in the stink of Juan's moist sock
as I ran my finger over the tip of my dick covered with his other sock; it
was soaking wet with pre-cum.  I started slow but picked up the pace when
Juan showed up in his tight board shorts. He grabbed both boys and tossed
them. The little guy's mother just smiled as Juan continued to roughhouse
with her boys. I jerked faster. I watched Juan grab and hold the much
younger boys. When he got out of the water it was clear that he was chubbed
a little. The woman was too engrossed in her magazine to notice, I noticed
the fuck out of it! Faster I jerked! I was sweating in the hot little
trailer and would need to figure out what was wrong with the A/C. Faster!
The younger of the two little boys got out of the pool, his shorts hanging
half down exposing a creamy white butt cheek. Juan reached up and tugged at
the legs of the boys shorts and they went down. The kid squealed and jumped
into the water leaving his swim shorts behind. Juan tossed his shorts at
him. The kid seemed a little old to be naked in the public pool but it was
a treat for me. A tickle fight started and before long the other boy's
shorts floated away. I jerked even faster watching the playful action with
the arm pit of Juan's t-shirt pressed under my nose. I was overcome by the
smell of Juan's underarm and blasted his sock with cum knowing the smaller
boys were swimming naked; naked because of Juan. The little one's mother
stood and put her hands on her hips shaking her head with a big smile. The
naked boys rolled under water and a lily white butt popped out before he
descended under.  God, I loved the contrast with his awesome brown
skin. The older boy through his shorts along with his little brothers to
his mom and both boys splashed naked in the water. I wiped up the cum that
had escaped the teenager's sock from my dick and got up.

"I wish I could be little and get away with swimming naked." I sighed to
myself before cleaning up in the bathroom.

I opted for a glass of ice water and watched HBO, yet another lame haunted
house movie. Then I heard the city bus for the third time. Was I in luck?
A woman with long light red hair walked slowly down the dirt street. I
could tell she was tired and by her uniform I was sure she was Tommy's
mom. I stepped out to my porch and watched her approach, much like her son
not even looking at me.

"Hi" I smiled, "I'm Scott."

"Hi, Shelly," Shelly smiled sweetly, "I live next door with my son, Tommy."

"You look like you could use a glass of wine, you up for it?" I asked.

She stopped dead in her tracks staring at me, head tilted, smiling.

"You don't have any idea; just let me make sure Tommy is alright." Shelly
sighed before walking up to her trailer.

"Bring him over too if you want." I stammered.

I could hear them arguing and a door slamming. I opened a very good bottle
of wine; Justification was what it was called. I poured two glasses. It
seemed like forever but after about ten minutes Shelly was at my door.

"Hey come on in, I hope you like red." I smiled disappointed she was alone,
handing her the wine.

"Red, white, shit I would drink blue at this point." Shelly sighed downing
the wine, "I'm sorry, it is Tommy he didn't do his homework again. I'm
afraid he is going to fail."

"Why is that?" I asked, concerned.

"He just won't do it, he says it is stupid and I am not around to help
him." Shelly sighed holding out her glass for a refill, "God, I don't want
him to have to do the third grade again."

Shelly went on and on and we were soon on our second bottle of wine, I was
on my first glass. She talked about her ex-husband the lack of child
support and the crazy hours she worked. I talked about being a writer, my
fake article and the fact that I was working from home. Then I made my
move, not that kind of move!

"Have him come over here after school, I'll help him."

"Oh no Scott, I couldn't impose."

"It would not be imposing." I smiled, "I work mostly when the kids are in
school and am ready for a break by the time they get out."

"He won't go for it, shit he does not go for anything." Shelly slurred.

"Go get him and we can talk about it, okay?"

"Okey dokey."  Shelly stammered nearly falling as she stood up.

"Whoa, are you okay?" I asked, grabbing her before she fell.

I helped her back to her trailer and walked her inside. It was dark except
for a night light in the hall. This was not the time to get Tommy up. I sat
her on the couch and left figuring she was too drunk to make any plans for
Tommy. I would try again another time. I looked around the small trailer
finding it a mess with several empty bottles of Gallo in a paper bag by the
sink full of dirty dishes. I felt bad for Tommy and wondered if she got
drunk often. Did he get dinner? What about his homework?

"Bye, Kiddo." I sighed, looking down the dark hall.

I was up early the next morning enjoying the warm morning desert air as the
kids made their way to the bus stop. I had to go to Malibu today and take
care of some business but wanted to be back before the boys got out of
school. I made the trip quick and was back by 1:00. It was time for me to
check out the pool. In my board shorts and a towel around my shoulders I
headed out.

"Hey Hector, beautiful day."

"Si hola, Scott." Hector smiled, skimming the pristine pool.

"Want a beer?"

"Gracias no Señor, working."

A woman with a stroller, a toddler and a little girl around four smiled at
me as she set up a spot at a small table with shade. The little girl
stripped naked as her younger brother struggled out of his clothes. He had
on these little thick training underpants with puppies on them. They were
decorated with a huge wet spot in the front; I had to laugh at the kid. His
mother took the pissed underwear and rinsed them in the laundry area next
to the pool as the naked boy held on to her swimsuit bottoms. Fuck he was
cute, maybe one day I will have my own kid. I kept at the deep end of the
pool uncomfortable with the naked little girl. I swam up to the edge by
Juan.

"Isn't she a little old to be swimming naked?" I whispered.

"Want me make them dress?"

"No it is alright, I'm just not used to it." I sighed, "Yesterday two
school age kids were swimming nude; I guess I don't mind so much."

Juan and I chuckled and he went to check on the pool equipment. I swam back
and forth a few times before I got out and sat at another table across from
the little kids popping open the 7-Up I had brought with me. I really
didn't mind them swimming nude and they were actually playful and cute
splashing around. I did not think of these kids like I lusted after boys
and I defiantly wanted to see more naked boys at the pool. Juan sat down
with me drinking a big glass of water.

"A lot child swim naked here, long time go start. Is okay?"  Juan asked.

"Si Señor." I smiled, taping the edge of his glass toasting the idea.

The sun was bright and I was not used to the heat so I took another dip
before returning to my house. I tossed my board shorts over the shower rod
and wrapped my towel around my waist. Once again I watched the boys pass by
from the middle school bus. As Carlos walked by he smiled at my house
knowing he could not see in, but he knew I was watching. I closed my eyes
and savored the memory of his tool pumping out premature cum into my hungry
mouth. My very first boy ever! I was sure he would be fun to play with
more. I went to the kitchen to make sandwich thinking about how to get to
know the boy next door. I figured I would have to work on his mother more,
less the bottles of wine. And there he was, I watched out my side window as
the little cutie walked up his steps, pulled the key from around his filthy
neck and put it into the lock. He had on the same tattered clothes as the
day before only dirtier. There was a brown ring on his neck that I guessed
came from the shoelace that held his house key. He kept fiddling with the
lock. Then he stopped and sighed. I could tell he was not able to get in
being as the key was obviously broken off in the lock, was this my chance?
I dashed to my bedroom and put on a pair of shorts and my flip flops. Why
had I stayed naked! Rushing back to my side door I opened it but my boy was
not there. I went to the front of my house and found him down the street,
shit!

"Josh." I sighed, staring blankly in his direction as he disappeared into
his friend's trailer.

I stumbled and nearly fell down when Juan jumped me from behind. God, I
loved him.

"Sup, Scott!"

He was shirtless and his sweat mingled with my skin, he smelled amazing,
strong and boyish even at sixteen. My dick got that tingly feeling and
started to chub. Jamal snapped his t-shit as he dashed by stinging Juan's
back. I loved it; I didn't care if they were too old for me!

"You fucker, you're going to pay for that!" Juan yelled as he dashed off
laughing. "I'll be over later Scott."

I grabbed a beer and walked around the park watching the kids play. A few
of the middle school boys were playing in the park climbing on the swing
set. I bet they wished it had swings.

"Hey Guys." I shouted.

Hi Scott!" they shouted back.

They were so cute and as with most of the kids shitless, barefoot and in
shorts. I loved watching them tangle and wrestle around kicking up dust. I
felt sad when I walked by Josh's place wishing I could be in there with
them. What were they doing alone?  I had not got a good look at Josh but
Hector told me that he lived with his mother and Jeremy, his younger
brother. The boys were home schooled and the younger boy spent the
afternoon and evening with his mother at the salon she worked at. Josh
stayed at home alone.

"One of these days, Tommy." I huffed under my breath as I walked by.

I sat by the crowded pool studying the boys until they disappeared as it
got dark. I liked that the smaller kids were indeed naked. I loved their
little dinks and how at ease they were about being naked. I also loved that
some of them were probably getting close to middle school age. My hard on
went unnoticed cinched between my legs, except maybe by Carlos. I swam a
little when I got over heated but this was Friday and nearly every older
boy was here. I was just another adult not worthy of any attention from a
playing boy.  With four empties I decided it was time to go home, I needed
to jack off anyways. I closed my curtains and put some porn on my
computer. Then I nearly shit my shorts.

"Hey Scott, what's happening." Juan chirped busting through my door.

"A...nothing...a...just checking...a...email." I stammered, closing my
laptop fast.

"Right," Juan giggled, "its cool everyone watches porn."

The sixteen-year-old sat down next to me and I kept my hand on top of my
laptop so he could not see the boy movies I was watching. He went to the
kitchen and I went to stow my laptop in my bedroom.

"Coke or beer, Scott?"

"Coke, please."

When I came into my small living room Juan was stretched out on my couch,
Man he seemed so long. There were two glasses with ice filled with Coke. He
was being good. Before I could sit down into the chair he pulled his legs
up and shifted to make room on the couch. I sat by his feet and he wiggled
his toes against my leg without even taking a break from the original, Lord
of the Flies". I studied his cute boyish face and man sized feet next to
me. Without thinking about it I pulled his foot into my lap and started to
massage it rolling the dirt off. Fuck his foot was amazing. My dick grew as
I rubbed his size nine, poking in between his toes. He rolled to his back
and offered his other foot. Was this a boy wanting his feet rubbed? I did
not care I started to rub both of his feet and enjoyed his closed eyes and
lovable content face. The scene on the TV changed and he sat up.

I love this part!" Juan beamed.

It was a part with the younger boys naked. I was thinking more and more
that Juan liked boys just like me but how did I fit in? As soon as the
naked part was over he was back on his back with his feet in my lap, I
resumed rubbing them. He was so sweet resting there with his eyes
closed. His upper lip was dark with the first sign of hair. I watched the
movie and he slept as I rubbed his legs and feet, fuck I loved him being
with me! About 11:00 I thought he should go home.

"Kiddo, time to go." I whispered shaking the boy.

"What time is it?"Juan mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"It's after 11:00, Buddy."

Without a word Juan stumbled to my bathroom and took a piss not bothering
to shut the door. I listened to his spray hit the water, well it hit the
water every once and a while, fucking cute boy! When he came out his shorts
were off and he was only wearing his boxers. The sight of his prick bobbing
around was amazing.

"I'm going to crash here, Scott."

Juan fell onto the couch and pulled the blanket from the back over himself
curling up in a tight ball. I fixed one of the cushions and made a place
for his head to rest. I wanted to take him to my bed but I didn't. I tucked
him in and played with his soft hair as he snored softly. His innocent face
made my heart feel content.

"Good night, Sweetie." I sighed before kissing the teenage boy softly on
the cheek and then ever so softly on the lips.

I genuinely was starting to love the place. At first I just thought of it
as a place to score a very young boyfriend but the boys were turning out to
me more, a lot more. These weren't though away boys but amazing precious
complicated boys. I was not sure if I could only love one of them. But why
stop at one? As I drifted off I listened to the teenager snore softly in
the next room, he mumbled in his sleep causing me to smile and feel warm
inside. I felt right for the first time in my life. I was born to love boys
and that was what I was going to do. The natural music emanating from the
sleeping teenage boy overtook me and I slept like I had never slept before.

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I would really love some feedback on this story. I had no real experience
to draw from like in my others. I tried to put myself into Scotty's life
and what someone may feel in the same situation. If you have never written
to an author before it is important for us to hear from you, so go for it!
I wish I had a person to talk to who may have thought about being with a
boy.