Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2016 07:12:19 -0800
From: hash_poopy@hushmail.me
Subject: Trailer Park Boys 8

Hey Guys, the next chapter is fun and I hope you enjoy it. Scott is
defiantly thinking that he could not keep away from other boys especially
while Tommy is gone to his grandmother's house!  We will just have to wait
and see, so read on! This story is totally fictional as always.

Please enjoy!

 I don't know how many times I got up that night. I tried to distract
myself by watching TV and playing video games. The calendar I had on the
wall that reminded me when Tommy would be back had now become a reminder of
how much of a fuck up I was. I did not deserve a boy like Tommy. Around
3:00 am I heard Charlie's motorcycle pull up to Shelly's house next door
like it did nearly every night with Shelly hanging off the Bitch seat. Also
as usual Shelly made no attempt to keep it down, she was drunk
again. Eventually she made it into her house and I breathed a sigh of
relief when Charlie rumbled out of the trailer park. I had to get some
sleep! I tried watching boy porn but that only made me feel worse. I turned
off the lights for the millionth time and pulled my pillow over my head. I
must have dosed off because the next thing I knew I was wide awake and it
was just before dawn. I staggered to the kitchen and put on some coffee. As
I sipped the hot liquid my eyes focused on the calendar.

"Shit." I sighed crossing another day off the day calendar.

That left only one more day to cross off before the day with the big happy
face on it, the day Tommy would be back. Why did I feel like an ass hole
for seeing other boys for sex? I pushed the thoughts of discuss for myself
from my mind. I got some shorts and Vans on and sat on my front porch. The
trailer park was emptying out of the folks who had to be at work early. No
one was in the mood to be happy and no one acknowledge me. Things calmed
down and the mass exodus ended, the trailer park became quiet again. The
sun was low on the horizon so I decided it was time to go for a walk before
it was too late. I didn't make it, it was already hot. I was supersized to
see Parker walking in the entrance to the park this early. I tried not to
make eye contact but as he got closer I noticed he was banged up, he had
obviously been in a fight. My compassion took over.

"Are you okay, Parker?"

"What?"

"You look kind of messed up, are you okay?"

Parker just shrugged his shoulders and walked past me not looking me in the
eye. Out of all the boy's in the place he was the biggest ass
hole. Everyone kind of avoided him including me. I often wondered what had
happened to make him so hard, mean. Even though he was usually dirty,
scrapped up and his face was covered with zits you could tell the
seventeen-year-old was once a cute boy. I shrugged it off and finished my
walk. My house was cool and felt refreshing I got some more coffee and sat
down on the couch flipping through the useless programming on the TV. There
was nothing on of course so I pushed my vans off, stretched out and stared
blankly at the news.

"Scott, you in there?" Shelly knocked. "Scott?"

"Hum, what?" I yawned, stretching.

I sat up on the couch and Shelly knocked again. I looked around the room
and saw that it was 10:30. Shelly knocked once more as she walked into my
house.

"I need some coffee Scott, got any."

"On the counter, it was fresh at 5:00 this morning." I mumbled standing.

I stumbled to the bathroom and pulled my dick out. Sometimes there is
nothing better than a long hard piss. Shelly reached in and closed my
bathroom door not saying a word. I could not help to wonder what she
wanted; we hardly talked since she stared seeing Charlie. I wished Tommy
did not hate the man so much, but the truth was there was nothing to like
and everything to hate. I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth and messed with
my hair. I felt better when I emerged from the bathroom.

"What the fuck happened to you?" I freaked.

"Nothing, Charlie said I fell down at the bar but I don't remember." Shelly
mumbled rubbing the side of her head. "Does it look bad?"

"It looks like you fell into a fist." I snarled.

"Gee, Tommy will be here the day after tomorrow, shit it went fast," Shelly
sighed sipping her coffee, "it went too fast."

"The day after tomorrow, I thought it was tomorrow, don't you miss him?"

"Sure I do, but he is so difficult at times, my mom agreed to one more day
but that is it." Shelly glared at me. "And besides it is none of your
business."

"Sorry for caring." I whispered.

"No it is me, I really appreciate that you and Tommy are friends." Shelly
sighed, patting my hand.

"Well, Tommy is a great kid." I smiled.

"I know, I just wished Tommy would give Charlie a chance," Shelly sighed,
"shit I wish Charlie would give Tommy a chance too."

As Shelly droned on about the virtues of Charlie and the short falls of
Tommy I nodded like I was paying attention. I could hear some of the boys
playing outside on the skateboard jumps they had made out of some plywood
they had salvaged from somewhere. There was nothing like the sound of
skateboard wheels and laughter of boys of assorted ages. They drug the
jumps all over the trailer park being chased away by some of the residents
at each spot. Then I was shocked back into the conversation with Shelly.

"Scott, are you listening to me, I said Charlie and me are thinking of
moving in together."

"What, you can't! Tommy would be miserable."

"I know, I know but I love Charlie."

"It is not my business but I know how they feel about each other.

"I asked my mom to take him and all I got was a lecture on how I keep
managing to mess up my life." Shelly whimpered, tears welling up in her
eyes. "My sister said she has her hands full with her two brats."

God, I wanted Tommy to live with me but that would never happen, the system
just does not work like that. And what would I do if I had to flee the
park. This was messed up.

"Well you don't have to rush it, give them a little time to get to know
each other. I'm sure they will come around if Charlie is as amazing as you
say he is." I lied.

"Thanks for the coffee Scott; I need to go back to bed."

After Shelly left I got my laptop out and flipped through the pictures I
had of Tommy. I slipped my hand into my shorts and squeezed my growing
dick. Some of the shots were very sexy; sadly he would not let me take
pictures of him nude.

"God, you are amazing Tommy." I hissed to myself, stroking gently.

I slipped my shorts down to my ankles and went to work. I loved these poses
he made trying to look even sexier wearing only his boxers, especially this
one with his left hand in his underwear and sucking on his right thumb. I
closed my eyes and listened to the commotion outside visualizing Tommy's
hard little tool. God, I craved his small sweet body! I kept edging myself
closer and closer.

"Yes Tommy, I am going to make you cum over and over again." I panted,
wildly jacking off.

Suddenly there was a lot of commotion outside, boys shouting and one of
them screaming out in pain. I let go of my dick instantly. Was someone
hurt? I tried to see what was going on but they were too far down the
street. I adjusted my half hard deflating dick in my shorts and ran out the
door. There was a circle of kids around the obvious victim of a fall,
skateboards everywhere. Suddenly Parker immerged from the crowd of kids
with Jesus in his arms.

"Scott help, Jesus had a major fail!" Parker shouted, running up to me.

"My leg." Jesus whimpered.

"Why don't you take him home?" I asked, rushing up to the two of them.

"No I want to go to your house, my mom isn't home and I'm not supposed to
get hurt when she is gone." Jesus cried "She is going to kill me."

"Come on Park," I shouted as we stumbled into my house, "back there put him
on my bed."

Parked rushed into my bedroom and gently put Jesus down on my bed. Jesus
rolled up into a ball but Parker stretched the damaged boy back out. I
grabbed some wet washcloths and my first aid kit. Parker was carefully
inspecting Jesus' body as the boy cried.

"Shit little Dude you really fucked yourself up," Parker chuckled, wiping
the tears from Jesus' cheek, "that fail will go down in history, you're a
legend now."

"You think so," Jesus whimpered forcing a sweet smile.

"You are awesome, Jesus." Parker smiled holding Jesus hand up to fist bump
the kid. "I'll go get your stick and put it on your porch."

"Thanks Parker." I sighed, sitting next to Jesus.

I just got a weird look from Parker and his disposition took on the
scowling teenage boy that he usually held. But I saw tenderness in Parker;
he really was concerned for his young friend. I started to wipe the blood
from Jesus leg and thought I was alone with him, but I wasn't.

"Are you okay?" a small voice peeped behind me.

"I'm alright I think," Jesus smiled looking past me, "come here."

I turned and my jaw dropped, a boy I did not know scooted up on my bed next
to Jesus. The boy was absolutely beautiful. He was around Jesus' age with a
deep olive completion. His eyes, God his eyes were the l lightest brown I
had ever seen, almost gold. He had yellow blond hair that stuck out here
and there purposely. His teeth were straight and white and his smile was
sweet. He was neither fat nor thin but just right. Enough of a boy to hold
onto but not so much you might be overwhelmed. The boy gently picked gravel
out of Jesus' hair and softly inspected the scrape on his cheek.

"Hi, I'm Scott." I smiled at the boy, "I have not seen you around here
before."

"That is Jake, my new friend. They are only staying for a few days." Jesus
stated proudly.

"Our truck started to get too warm so we parked our trailer here where the
RVs are. We were on our way to San Diego."

"Well it is very nice to meet you Jake." I smiled, fist bumping the cutie.

"He is awesome Scott, he lives in Phoenix and his dad takes him on a
special vacation every year." Jesus smiled.

"Cool Buddy, I am sorry Kiddo," I whispered to Jesus, "I am going to have
to undress you if I am going to fix you up."

"I'll wait outside, Jesus." Jake sighed, raking Jesus' hair to one side.

"You don't have to; remember we are going to..." Jesus stopped realizing he
said too much. "We both have the same stuff and I can cover my privates
with a towel."

I was not sure exactly what was going on but Jesus and Jake blushed and
giggled. I slipped Jesus' Vans off resisting the urge to smell them and
Jake helped him peal out of his tank-top. Jesus raised his rump and I
pulled his shorts off. I grabbed a towel from the closet and put it over
Jesus' crotch. Then I reached up and pulled his boxers off. God, the sweaty
twelve-year-old smelled amazing! Jesus had a unique aroma that always made
my dick swell a little when I was near the boy, I loved his scent.

"Here, you work from the waist up and I will work from the waist down." I
laughed handing the other wash cloth to Jake.

We gently cleaned the twelve-year-old up and talked about where Jake lived,
his dad and the trip they were on. They lived in a cramped apartment and
Jake described himself as shy. Jesus made Jake his best friend within the
first five minutes of meeting the boy. Jake's dad sounded sweet, it was
just the two of them and you could tell Jake loved his dad very much. Every
since Jake could remember his dad always took him on vacation for his
birthday. He was turning thirteen next week. I pulled the towel exposing
Jesus' hip and cleaned him there before covering his wound with a bandage.

"Don't let my wienie escape." Jesus laughed before flinching in pain.

"No he is still sleeping." Jake giggled peeking under the towel. "We can
wake him up later when you sleep over."

Jack blushed realizing the he should not have mentioned waking up Jesus'
dick. I thought it was cute but pretended I was not paying attention to
what the boy had said. I cleaned up Jesus' clothes the best I could while
the boys watched the TV in my bedroom. It was fun listening to them banter
about random boy stuff. I made them some sandwiches and poured them milk.

"Awesome are those sandwiches for us." Jesus beamed as I brought their food
to them.

"No they are for the other two boys in my bed," I chuckled, "try not to get
too many crumbs on the sheets."

For some reason I felt warm inside as I sat in my living room eves dropping
on the boys. God, I love the sound of their whispers. After about thirty
minutes they emerged.

"It's okay he won't care." Jesus giggled.

 Jake helped Jesus into the bathroom. Jesus still naked and Jake was
wearing only a pair of white briefs with blue piping. The boy looked at me
nervously and then Jake cupped his hands over his crotch. I just smiled at
him and winked.

"Like I said, Scott doesn't care." Jesus beamed, pushing Jakes hands clear
of his crotch.

I listened to the boy's play with their piss streams and giggle a
lot. Jesus emerged and got some paper towels before disappearing back into
the bathroom, more giggling. He was obviously much better, playful. They
dashed back into my bedroom and shut the door. I wish I could hear what
they were whispering and giggling about but I figured they needed their
privacy. It was amazing how easily Jesus could make friends. Then I spotted
one of jakes discarded skateboard shoes he had discarded in my living room.

"Oh yes, come here Jake." I hissed.

I picked up his sneaker and held it to my nose. My dick swelled
uncontrollably as I took the boy's scent deep into my lungs. I listened
intensely to the sounds coming from the bedroom as I reached into my shorts
and pulled on my leaking pole. I pushed the tattered canvas into my face
and pulled my dick out of my shorts.

"This is an amazing size seven." I hushed blankly into the air, "but this
is too chancy."

I slipped down the hall and listened to the soft whispers coming from
behind my bedroom door. I kissed the inside of Jake's shoe as I eves
dropped.

"Look I have three hairs." Jake whispered.

"That's awesome Jake; I wish I would get some. Do you make sperms?"

"That's the best part; I have been doing it for two whole months!"

"I just barely started. Lets jack off together, and we can do each other if
you want." Jesus sighed. "I want to see your wienie squirt stuff."

"What about Scott, what if he comes in?"

"I don't think he will but just in case let's keep the towel close by so we
can cover up."

I knocked softly on the bedroom door. I had to reassure Jesus that they
would have their privacy before they started. There was a lot of shuffling
around and it made me smile.

"Why don't you give me your clothes boys so I have enough to make a load?"
I whispered through the door.

"Just a second, Scott." Jesus squeaked nervously.

After a few moments Jesus opened the door a little and peeked out
giggling. He made it a point to show me his nice little erection when he
handed me their dirty clothes. God he was cute. I looked over his shoulder
and found Jake in my bed under the sheet just peeking out. I nodded and
smiled at him.

"I'm going to take a shower boys and don't worry I won't interrupt you
again until you call for your clothes." I smiled holding my junk through my
shorts.

I went to the washing machine and was pleased that both boys gave me
everything they had on. The smell in the crotch of Jakes briefs was
intoxicating, he was just in the early stages of puberty and his hormone
smell saturated the white cloth.  And his socks, shit his socks I guessed
had been on his feet for a few days now and the boy foot smell was
overwhelming.

"Shit." I huffed quietly.

I slipped into the bathroom with Jake's underwear, socks and sneakers. I
nervously locked the door and my heart was pounding with excitement. I
dropped my shorts and stepped out of them holding Jake's sock to my nose. I
had no idea why I was so freaking excited and scared. I pulled the sock
over by dick and nestled my balls into the heal. It was gritty and that
only added to the eroticism. I pulled the boy's briefs over my head fitting
the yellow stain into my mouth. Finally I slipped the sneaker over my dick
and started to jack off.

"Talk about slip-ons." I chuckled.

I imagined the two boys just behind the wall in front of me sucking each
other off in a sixty nine position. Then I thought about Jakes sparse pubic
hairs slapping into Jesus' butt as the boy fucked him. I wondered what they
were really doing. My hand was out of control and I could feel my flesh
giving way on my swollen pole as I thrashed it around in Jake's dirty sock
and sneaker. I had sucked so much on the boy's underwear his piss taste was
consuming me. Then I felt the feeling I had been longing for.

"This is it Jake old Buddy!" I hissed as my balls exploded into jakes sock.

For a few moments I just stood there catching my breath with the boys shoe
hanging on my hard spent tool.  I had pulled the briefs off of my head
dropping them to the floor. Eventually I eased the sneaker off and I
smelled inside of it. Still stank like boy's shoes always did but it held
the added scent of cum, my cum. I squeezed my dick and watched a huge glob
of cum ooze through the soaked cotton toes. After I regained my composure I
started the shower and slipped into the laundry to add the sock and briefs
to the load already underway. I felt content in the shower having resisted
the urge to join the youngsters in my bedroom, not betraying Tommy.

"I bet they are having all kinds of fun." I chuckled as I rinsed off.

I made a drink and sat on the couch surfing the channels. I felt relaxed
and warm inside thinking about the boys in my bedroom exploring their
budding bodies together. The buzzer chimed and I moved the clean clothes to
the dryer. I slyly pressed my ear to the bedroom door, nothing.

"Man, the boys had been in there a long time." I sighed as I moved back to
the couch.

Drink number two and my eyelids were getting heavy. I closed my eyes and
stretched out as the TV droned on. I drifted to sleep.

"Don't worry, I'll get them. I don't care if I'm naked." Jesus whispered
waking me.

I blinked my eyes open just in time to see Jesus' cute little naked butt
disappear back into my bedroom with their clean clothes. I sat up and
stretched. Before I knew it the two boys emerged from the sanctuary of my
bedroom. Jesus was still limping a little from his fall but he seemed to be
okay otherwise.

"I should probably go see if Dad is back." Jake smiled, retrieving his
sneakers. "TThanks for letting me hang out."

"It was fun for me too." I sighed watching the boy's sock covered foot
disappear into his shoe I had fucked.

"Go on ahead, I will be right there." Jesus chimed fist bumping his friend.

"Did you guys have fun?" I asked knowingly.

"Shut up," Jesus giggled, blushing, "thanks for letting us, you know."

"Hey, that is what friends are for." I smiled.

I reached out as if to fit bump Jesus but when he pushed his fist forward
and quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the couch. He squealed out
and I launched my tickle attack.

"I give, I give!" Jesus panted.

I eased up on the boy and watched him catch his breath. I ran my hand up
his sweaty chest and over his cheek brushing the hair from his sweet
face. I wanted to lean in and kiss the twelve-year old; I wanted to make
love to him. Our eyes connected and we gazed at each other.

"What? Let me up."  Jesus chuckled and squirmed.

I got up and pulled Jesus to his feet. He straightens out his clothes and
started to chatter about how he has not been on a vacation in "like
forever". He moved to the door but before leaving he stopped and turned to
me.

"He has three hairs." Jesus said out of nowhere.

"What?" I stammered caught off guard.

"Jake, he has three hairs down there," Jesus smiled, "you may want to wash
the towel on your bedroom floor before using it."

I smiled as Jesus walked out of the door. God, he was an amazing friend.

"I know." I whispered into my empty living room.

I moved quickly to my bedroom and smelled my boy cum soaked towel. I sucked
the spunk from the terry cloth and jacked off. The taste was so sweet so
young, so innocent. Some places tasted a little different others and I
figured each of the boys had a slightly different taste. But then again no
two loads tasted the same. I thought about Jakes toes swimming in the
residual cum I was sure was in his sneaker. God, even the thought of it
drove me closer. With the towel pressed into my face I unloaded blasting
cum high into the air. I flinched when I cum splattered my stomach and
chest, time for a comparison taste.

"Yuck, I want young cum!" I huffed with a giggle.

I cleaned up and went to my favorite Mexican food place for dinner. All in
all I felt great about myself. Today I did not fuck around behind Tommy's
back and just maybe I found a good balance, enjoy sexed up boys without
actually touching them.  I fantasized about the little boys who were the
kids of the owners as I ate my tacos. They were always under foot and had
toy cars out in the middle of the place. Also as usual they were only
wearing shorts. I loved how boys would crawl around making car noises and
making up a story about the action. I even liked that they were chattering
away in Spanish. I chatted to them but I sucked but they smiled and were
polite.

"Gracias Maria muchos bueno." I smiled as I paid my check.

I did my best to talk to Maria, she did not speak much English and I spoke
even less Spanish. Her youngest was hanging off the edge of the counter
next to me and I lovingly stroked his soft black hair and rubbed his supple
little back. His eyes were so bright and clear, beaming with innocent
excitement. The boy loved it, he was enjoying my affection. I enjoyed
touching him for different reasons.

"I will see you next time Maria," I said as I squatted down in front of the
small boy, "will you sit at my table so I don't have to eat alone?"

"Si Mister Walker." The little boy chirped, grinning from ear to ear.

Back at my trailer I poured a glass of wine and turned on the TV in my
bedroom. My stomach was stuffed and I felt content. Tomorrow I would cross
off the last day on the calendar. I could not wait for Tommy to get
home. God, I missed him. The next thing I knew I was waking up to the sound
of Charlie's motorcycle.

"Shit."I mumbled.

I pulled my pillow over my head but they were making too much noise. Was
this going to happen every night? What about poor little Tommy, will he
have to put up with this every night?

"Great they are outside now!" I huffed swinging my legs over the side of
the bed and sitting up.

"I don't care where your fucking kid goes; talk your sister into taking
him." Charlie barked.

"But she doesn't want him either; I have tried to talk her into it." Shelly
whimpered.

"He likes that fagot next door, push Tommy off on him!"

"Please Charlie; please try to get alone with him."

"I'm out of here Bitch!"

With that Charlie roared out of the usually quiet trailer park. I peeked
out the window and saw the lights go off at Shelly's place. Thank God she
did not want to talk. I got a glass of water and slipped back to
bed. Eventually all the dogs that were barking because of all of the
comotion quieted down and I managed to get back to sleep.

"Scott?" Shelly whispered knocking on my bedroom slider, "Scott, are you
awake?"

I got up and stumbled to the door and opened it for her as I tied the front
of my robe.

"There should me some coffee in the kitchen, make a pot." I yawned on my
way to the bathroom.

"Thanks Scott, do you like it strong?"

"Absolutely, strong and black like my men." I chuckled, releasing my stream
of piss into the toilet free hand, my robe hanging open.

"Very funny, I figured you liked skinny white boys but then again you never
bring anyone home with you." Shelly chunked leaning up against my bathroom
door frame.

I shook off and stowed my dick back into my boxers and tied my robe. I
thought maybe I would embarrass Shelly and she would blush and leave but my
display did not even faze her.

"I want to apologize for last night, I know we woke you up," Shelly sighed
sipping her coffee, "Charlie really is a nice guy but him and Tommy don't
get along. I just wish mom could keep him a few more weeks. You know, give
me time to work on Charlie."

My wheels started turning, I had to think fast. Then I remembered Jake and
that "special vacation" him and his dad go on every year.

"Shelly we may be able to help each other out," I said as I took a long sip
of coffee, "I have a big problem and I think Tommy would work out to help
fix it."

"How would Tommy help you? I don't understand."

"Well I was supposed to do this big spread on father and son's special
vacations. A colleague of mine and his nine-year-old son were going to San
Diego and take in all of the local attractions. I was going to record the
boys take on it."

"So what does that have to do with Tommy?"

"Sadly the boy broke his leg so they can't go; you see I need a child's
perspective. Everything is paid for already and it will cost me big time if
I have to cancel now. Please let me take Tommy." I pleaded.

"And I don't have to pay for nothin', not even food?" Shelly questioned
suspiciously.

"Nothing at all, I even have to record what souvenirs he buys, his to
keep." I smiled, "Come on, I will owe you big time."

"When do you have to leave?"

"That's the thing, the same day he gets back and we will be gone for two
weeks." I hesitated, "I will have him call everyday if you want. Come on,
what do you say?"

"I guess that would be okay, and just have him call me when he wants to. He
only called once since he went to my mother's."

"Great, I have to go to L.A. to take care of some last minute details and
there is some paperwork for you." I beamed.

"What paper work?"

"Just the usual stuff, consent forms to use his pictures and quotes, and a
temporary power of attorney just in case I have to take Tommy to the doctor
for something, but nothing will happen to him. I will make sure of that." I
stated trying to make my lie convincing.

Before I knew it I was heading back to Malibu, my head spinning. I had to
make hotel reservations, buy tickets create an itinerary; shit what did I
get myself into. I wanted to get back to the trailer park that night but I
was too tired and I missed my bed. I woke up early and did not waste time
on breakfast, shit I was starving! I pulled into my carport and whipped up
some eggs and a protein shake. At 8:00am I went to Shelly's place and
knocked quietly on the door.

"Hey Scott come on in," Shelly yawned, "I don't have any coffee."

"I know." I chuckled, holding up two cups of the hot black liquid.

Shelly got up and opened the screen door for me and took one of the
cups. The house was a mess as usual. I went to Tommy's room and started to
pick up his dirty clothes, I would need to wash them before we left. Shelly
had gotten accustom to me doing their laundry but the truth was that I did
it so I could just touch Tommy's clothes.

"You might as well wait until he gets here I'm sure everything he took to
Mom's is dirty and Mom won't wash his clothes."

I was not going to wait; I wanted to take Tommy as soon as he got home,
before his mother changed her mind.  I went to the mall in Palm Desert and
bought him enough clothes for the two weeks we would be gone.  This was it,
everything was packed and in the truck. I was not sure when his grandmother
would bring him home but I knew it would not be soon enough for me. God, I
had missed him so much! I downed several cocktails by the pool and chatted
with some of the other residents and boys. Of course Juan and Sammy were
there, Juan just flashed me several knowing smiles. Sammy beamed at me
sweetly like he always did, fiddling with his tiny tool. I did not care at
the moment; I just wanted tomorrow to get here, I wanted to see my boy.

"Hey Scott, can I share your shade." Josh smiled sitting at my table.

"Be my guest." I whispered, captivated by his soft curly hair. "Are you
enjoying your summer vacation?"

"I guess but it is kind of boring," josh sighed, "and Tommy isn't here."

"Don't you have other friends to play with?"

"Not really, not like Tommy." Josh mumbled, "Can I ask you something?"

Okay, I have not spoken two words to this boy and now he wants something
from me. God, did Tommy tell him what we have been doing? I braced myself
for the worst.

"Sure Josh, you can ask me anything," I sighed finishing the last drops of
my drink, "anything after I get back with a fresh cocktail. Do you want
some juice or something?"

"I went to find out when Tommy was coming back and his mom said he was
going with you for two weeks." Josh stated as he followed me uninvited into
my trailer.

"That is right; he is helping me with some research on an article I am
writing." I said nonchalantly.

I got some ice, gin and tonic from the refrigerator and josh picked through
the cans of soft drinks.  I assembled my drink.

"He is always bragging about you guys being friends." Josh mumbled staring
blankly at me, popping a can of Orange Crush open.

"Was there something you wanted to ask me Josh?"

"I was just wondering, but you probably don't want to."

"Spill it, Kidd." I huffed, getting irritated.

"I was just wondering if I could hang out with you too, you know play video
games and play tickle games," Josh whispered, "but my mom can't find out."

"Why not?" I wondered, "I don't think it is a good idea if your mother
doesn't know."

"She says it is weird that you and Tommy are friends."

"Tommy is a good kid and his mother approves of me, she knows I would never
do anything to hurt him."

"Mom says you are a queer and queers go to H. E. double hockey sticks."

"Well I don't think that is very nice, if fact it is cruel. I think you
should go Josh."

"Scott, what is a queer?"

"It is a boy that likes another boy or a man that likes another man." I
snapped, "In a special way like how Mommies and Daddies like each other."

I could see the wheels turning in the kid's cute little noggin.  The he
looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, eyes that were welling up
in tears. His lower lip started to quiver and he threw himself at me and he
started sobbing uncontrollably.

"Me and Tommy are queers too, we are going to Hell!" Josh sobbed.

I knelt down in front of the child and rubbed my hands over his
shoulders. He sniffled and wiped the tears from his cheek. No kid should
have to live with that hanging over his head.

"Look, most people don't think that way and you are a little too young to
know if you are Gay. That is the accepted word, not queer."

I pulled him to me and hugged him. His small arms slipped around my neck
and he hugged back. His scent was amazing and sweet. When he pressed his
cheek into mine and his soft curly hair touched me I melted. I had to keep
reminding myself not this boy no matter what my dick was
thinking. Eventually our grasp relaxed and I pulled back looking deeply
into his red eyes.

"Why do you think you are Gay, you are only eight?" I asked the shaken up
youngster.

"Eight and a half," Josh giggled with a slight smile, "we have touched each
other's privates."

"That does not mean you are Gay that just means you are healthy and
naturally curious boys." I chuckled, wiggling my fingers gently into his
ribs.

The boy squirmed and giggled like all little boys did when they were
tickled. I could tell what his mom said and what the boys did was churning
in his little skull for a while, he needed to talk to someone about it. I
have no idea why he chose me to confide in.

"Scott will you play with me like you do Tommy?" Josh pleaded.

"I still don't think that is a good idea Buddy, your mother would freak out
if she knew you were here." I sighed petting his amazing hair. "What if she
comes home and finds you here."

"She won't, she is at works till dark time." Josh pleaded.

"Okay but just this once," I smiled, "what exactly did Tommy say we played
over here?"

"Video games and after you tickles him and wrestle with him." Josh beamed,
but then he got serious, "He said sometimes you rub his feet and tummy."

"Anything else?" I stammered, worried that Tommy had told him too much.

Josh looked around thoughtfully and I could tell he was trying to remember
more details.

"Nope, that's it." Josh peeped.

"That is about it then!" I cheered grabbing Josh with a massive tickle
attack.

I was right the boy was solid and I could play a little rougher with him
than Tommy. I loved the way he felt, how he smelled and his aggressiveness
as we wrestled roughly. Eventually we were both out of breath. I was
chubbed but my baggy shorts kept my secret.  I leaned over the small boy
and raked his hair back so I could see his red face. God, he was truly a
beautiful boy. My hand drifted over his chest, his t-shirt was only
slightly damp with his sweat. I pulled him to a sitting position and pulled
his t-shirt up and over his head. He smiled nervously.

"It is too hot to wear a shirt," I smiled, "you can put it back on after
you cool down a little."

"That is much better, we really got sweaty but it was fun." Josh chirped
grinning from ear to ear.

He rested back down and I wanted to scoop him up and take him to my bed,
bad idea. Instead I just rubbed his chest and tummy never touching his
shorts. I rolled his shoulders and stroked his arms. I worked each of his
fingers. Man the kid was in heaven!

"Can I take my shoes off?" Josh whispered.

"No but I can." My dick swelled more.

I gently undid the double knotted shoe laces of his high-top All-stars. I
opened the left one first and pulled it off slowly. I closed my eyes and
took a good long whiff of the inside of the boy's shoe. It was different,
clean smelling canvas. I pulled his sock off and pressed the warm cotton to
my face. It defiantly smelled like Josh but it also smelled like a dryer
sheet. God, he was a squeaky clean little boy.

"Your silly Scott, just take them off and rub my feet." Josh giggled.

"Sorry, your feet smell awesome little dude." I laughed pulling his other
sneaker and sock off.

I massaged his feet after regaining some composure, what was I thinking? I
did not venture up his shin and into his shorts although I knew I could
without resistance. This boy was just too dangerous to mess with.

"Alright we are done, Kiddo." I grinned slipping his socks back on.

He got his t-shirt while I double tied his shoe laces. He was telling me
about some movie he had seen and I just let him ramble. The sun was low and
he needed to hit the road before his mother got home.

"Can I sneak over again Scott?" Josh peeped as he slipped out my back door.

"We will see Josh, I really like you."

"I like you too Scott," Josh whispered with a sly smile, "and don't worry I
won't tell anyone what we did."

With that Josh was gone. He was such a beautiful boy and he could really
use my love but he was Tommy's best friend. I could never get in the way of
that. If Tommy wanted him to play with us that would be a different
story. For sure I was not thinking clearly, Josh was a one way ticket to
jail. I jerked off several times imagining Josh and Tommy exploring each
other's bodies, sucking, loving, fucking. Shit I could not sleep worth
shit!

"Oh 6:00 am, it must be time to get up." I sighed sarcastically, rubbing my
eyes.

I got up and started some coffee; next in order was a cool shower while the
coffee brewed. I put on some shorts, a tank-top and my flip-flops. I
decided to go to Palm Springs for breakfast mostly as a distraction. I was
excited about Tommy coming home and even more excited about taking him to
San Diego. I felt a little bad that Josh had missed him so much and I was
going to whisk Tommy away for two more weeks. I was wishing I could take
Josh with us. Man, my lust to have them both naked in bed with me was
almost unbearable. I pulled my phone out and flipped through my "Tommy"
picture file. God, he was so beautiful. I had to convince him to let me
take some nudes.

"Nice tent Dude, you campin?" I husky blond man around my age chuckled as
he sat down across from me at my table.

"What, what do you mean?" I stuttered annoyed about the bold intrusion.

"You are pitchin a full blow tent in your shorts." The man smiled, I
blushed, "That is why I sat down, to give you cover. What are you looking
at?"

I was so stunned and embraced by being so incredibly busted I let the man
take my phone from me before I could stop him.

"Give me that!" I huffed in a heave whisper.

"He is cute, I love his red hair. Is he your boyfriend?"

I just shrugged my shoulders avoiding eye contact; I had to get away from
the awkward situation. But I could not move for some reason I just sat
there holding my phone face down on the table.

"Here, just a second." The man smiled reaching into his pocket, "I'm Toby
by the way."

"Scott." I mumbled.

"This is Jason my nephew; we are kind of boyfriends too." Toby whispered
handing me his phone, "He just turned eleven but we have been lovers
forever. He and my sister live with me. Go ahead flip through the
pictures."

"He's black?"

"You noticed, just like his Daddy only with creamer." Toby chuckled.

Nervously I started to flip through the pictures on Toby's phone. The kid
was fucking Hot! Then I came to some of them together, naked together,
boned up! My dick that had all but disappeared was swelling back out. I
gasped when I came across a woman and Jason together with the kid's dick
buried in the woman's mouth. I quickly handed the phone back.

"That is a good one," Toby whispered, making sure no one was looking, "Like
I said we all live together, we love each other in every way."

"Well that's cool but for me I could never fuck a woman." I gulped.

"My sister taught me how to fuck before I could even cum; it is just the
way it always was with us."

"Like I said, it is cool." I mumbled standing to my feet, "I got to go."

"Well I hope I see you too around, I have breakfast here every morning!"
Toby called after me. "Bring your little cutie and I will bring Jason."

"I will never go back there again!" I huffed under my breath.

I could not get away from Palm Springs fast enough. I had lost one of my
favorite places to eat; there was no way I wanted to run into that guy
again. Now if it was just him and his nephew it would be a different story
but mothers are not supposed to have sex with their sons or brothers as far
as that goes.

"God, I hope she is gone by now." I sighed as I pulled into the dusty hot
trailer park.

My heart sank when I saw that Shelly's mother's car was still there. I
wanted to see Tommy so badly it hurt but not while Shelly's mother was
there too. I felt guilty around her for some reason like she knew
something. I would just grab a beer and wait in my house until she
left. And besides soon me and Tommy will be together for two weeks!


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As usual I got some awesome feedback from the last chapter, keep it up it
keeps me going. I hope you guys are still enjoying the story and getting
off. I still remember how safe I felt when the man in my life would find a
secluded spot for us, strip me and stretched me out on a blanket in the
sun. You can figure out what happened.

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