Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 07:53:13 -0800 (PST)
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Subject: Latchkey Kid Turns a Profit Chapters 9-11

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                          Latchkey Kid Turns a Profit

                               By Randall Rumper



                            Chapter 9: Well-equipped


"Andy, who was the handsome young man that just left?" Mom questioned
as I sat across the kitchen counter from her eating half a grapefruit.

"Jason Justice. He's on my wrestling team at school."

"I haven't seen him around before," Mom said.

"He came over yesterday and we spent the afternoon practicing wrestling
moves for the upcoming invitational meet in January, and then he spent
the night," I responded.

Mom had returned home about eight in the morning, just as Jason was
leaving. She drove in from the city where she'd spent the night with
dad, and was now busy preparing breakfast for us. Jason and I had been up
for a couple of hours before mom showed up sitting around talking. He
finally left, saying that he had to get going so he could help his step
dad with some work. Dad had remained in San Francisco; he had surgeries
scheduled for the day, so he would be home later that evening.

"Hi, mom, Andy," Janie acknowledged as she and her girl friend bounded
into the kitchen, bubbling with energy she asked, "What ya fixin for
breakfast? Can Kristy stay and eat with us?"

"Sure. How do you girls want your eggs?" Mom asked.

"Scrambled," they both replied in unison.

Mom finished frying the bacon and buttering the bagels before she began
scrambling eggs. Once all was complete she then set three steaming plates
on the counter, "Pick it up," she commanded as if she was a short order
cook at Denny's.

The three of us kids began wolfing down the breakfast mom fixed while she
picked at her eggs in a more lady like manner, questioning me about
Jason. The conversation that centered on Jason as mom stood on the other
side of the counter was basically the old parental inquisition. Like any
parent mom was eager to learn more about Jason as he had never been to
our house before. I reported to her the little I knew about Jason; in the
meantime, Kristy and Janie were both giggling and blushing as they
whispered back and forth. Finally, mom grew weary from the giggly gossip
and asked, "So what's all the snickering secrecy about ladies?"

"Jason! He's so freakin hot!" Kristy blurted out.

"Yeah! He's a hella hunk!" Janie exclaimed.

"Please! He's not that hot; he's just another wrestler on our school
team," I said.

I thought about what Kristy and Janie said, and had to agree, Jason was
one hella hot hunk, but so was Kristy. If the little flirt wasn't my
sister's best friends I would give serious consideration to boning the
bitch. Yes, Jason and Kristy were stuck in my head that morning. Jason
had recently captured my attention and I had begun fantasizing about him.
I daydreamed about both of them as I ate, but moreover what it would be
like to eat them for breakfast. I was fast becoming aroused, visualizing
the three of us engaged in sexual tryst. I could see us on my bed
sexually pleasuring each other in a variety of ways. I knew Kristy was
qualified for the job, but didn't know about Jason yet.

"He is very handsome boy," Mom said with a soft smile.

"I wish he was on my team at home or school," Kristy replied in her
teenage twitter, blushing as she looked at Janie and mom.

"Why are you guys making fools of yourselves over Jason?" I asked.

Kristy blurted out, "Well, from I've heard he comes well-equipped!"

"Girls!" Mom admonished.

I felt myself blush at Kristy's comment, but settled down to finish my
breakfast. I knew firsthand that Jason was well-endowed, at least
flaccid. Mom poured us all fresh cups of coffee to complete our meals.
Mom could make good coffee. She used her own special blend of Seattle's
Best coffee beans, grinding them fresh for each pot. The coffee was so
outstandingly smooth that I didn't need any creamer to take the bite
out; many of the commercial coffee blends that I had drunk needed creamer
to quench the bitterness. I finished my breakfast and grabbed another cup
of coffee before heading towards my room.

Once in my room I sat down at my computer and began scanning my e-mails
while I sipped my coffee. Kristy and Jason continued to occupy my
thoughts that morning. I knew Kristy was knowledgeable about how to
sexually pleasure another female, but what about a male. Was she into
dick, pussy or both? Unbeknownst to the Janie and Kristy I had spied on
them a few times, catching them in the sixty-nine position fellating each
other on a couple of occasions. I'd also secretly observed them
satisfying each other with strap-on dildos and vibrators, watching them
had been a real turn on for me. After I finished my coffee and reading my
e-mails I flopped across my bed face down where I began sniffing the side
that Jason had occupied a few hours earlier.

As I inhaled I thought I caught a whiff of the intoxicating aroma from
Jason's body lingering on the bed linens or maybe it was just my
imagination. I remembered how damn fresh and sweet he smelled as he
slept. He oozed with a fresh manly scent and sex appeal. I felt drawn to
him as if I were a bitch in heat. I wanted to present my behind to him
and let him buried his cock deep inside me in the worst way, but
refrained from touching him. I needed to get to know Jason better before
even thinking about making a play for him. I didn't want to act too
prematurely and end up regretting it.


                          Chapter 10: If Mom only Knew


I didn't get much sleep the night before all I'd done was lay awake,
watching Jason sleep. The sleepover with Jason was now history, an event
that proved fruitless. Although we slept in the same bed nothing of any
substance developed between us sexually. After we showered and got ready
for bed, where we both slept nude, we talked before I massaged the kink
out of Jason's neck and shoulder. We learned a little more about each
other as we conversed before Jason fell asleep.

After our showers I had gotten a good look at Jason in the buff and spent
the rest of the night watching Jason as he slept nude next to me in my
bed. As Jason snoozed I'd watched his well-defined chest rise and fall
with each breath. The middle area of his chest was covered with a small
patch of soft black hair in between two of the most exquisite appearing
pink areolas and nipples I'd ever seen. I wanted to touch the hair and
his nipples, but refrained. The black hair in the middle of his chest
trailed down to a perfect innie belly button and from there to a nice
looking pubey-do patch at the base of his near perfect penis. I hoped to
view it in a fully aroused state before he woke up.

From what I could see of Jason's flaccid penis it would rate about a
nine on a scale of one to ten when boned up; ten being perfect. To me his
cock was a thing of beauty lying limp across his crotch area. Although I
had not seen Jason's cock fully erect I had seen it in a semi erect
state as he bounced around the room before we went to bed. From that
state, I sensed that when fully erect Jason's pink glans would boldly
perch atop a straight stout stem about six or seven inches from that
patch of pubic fur. In my mind as I visualized the erect version the
glans reminded me of a pink Tulip that had not yet bloomed.

No doubt the exposed glans was the most beautiful feature of my new
friend's penis, appearing much like a Tulip ready to flower. I
desperately wanted to kiss his gorgeous cockhead. I wanted Jason to play
with my nipples as I played with his until we both became fully aroused.
Jason's nipples appeared to be very succulent nubbins. Nipples that I
wanted to tantalize with my tongue, bringing them life. I had been with
guys that didn't have nipples, per se, just two flat spots on their
chest, but no nipples that budded out from their areolas. Tommy was like
that, no nipples, and Jimmy didn't respond vigorously to nipple play.

My nipples were super sensitive and were visible through the fabric of my
shirts as were Jason's. I enjoyed it when Jimmy would suck on my
nipples, biting on them tenderly. He had made me cum on a couple occasion
just working on my nipples. All I had to do was brush up against
something and mine came to life, becoming erect almost immediately. Maybe
the next time Jason and I were together I'd try to accidentally brush or
rub against Jason's nubbins to see what type reaction I could get.

Jason was one of those special boys that I couldn't get out of my head.
I wanted to bed him for sexual purpose. If mom only knew how much of a
crush I had on him she'd understand what I was feeling. I was however
conflicted in my feelings. I enjoyed the company of both boys and girls;
furthermore, I'd come to enjoy sex with both. I lusted for Kristy, but
felt as though I would be intruding on my sister and their relationship.
I wanted Jason in my bed, but felt guilty betraying my best friend,
Jimmy.

Jimmy was the only boy thus far in my life that I'd let enter me
bareback and cum inside me. All the other guys I'd had anal sex with
were required to use a condom. Jimmy had deposited his seed inside me as
I'd done to him on many occasions. Jimmy was the closest thing to a
lover in my young life. All others were merely sex objects: sexual
conquests. There were no real romantic feelings for the others, boys or
girls. Many times when Jimmy and I slept over at each other's houses we
didn't engage in anal or oral sex. We simply enjoyed sleeping nude
holding each other in our arms, feeling the warmth of the other's body
or breath.

 Mom yelled up stairs stating that she was taking Janie and Kristy into
the city to go shopping and would be back around six. I heard the door
slam shut as I continued inhaling the aroma from the sheet where Jason
had slept. I was becoming aroused as I fantasize about Jason. I wanted
him in the worst way wherever I could get him, and it appeared that
Kristy had her eyes on him too. The question was who'd get to him first.
I was going crazy thinking about him.
For some reason I sensed that Jason might be gay or at least bisexual. I
didn't know if I could trust him, but I decided I was going to take a
chance the next time we were alone together. However, I'd have to speak
to Janie first. If Jason tried to embarrass me I was smart enough to turn
the tables on him, making him look like the gay guy instead of me. I was
making a risky decision to allow Jason into my secret sex life. I wanted
him sexually, but before I went any farther I knew I had to check with
the others.
Although nothing sexual transpired between Jason and me during the
sleepover that was really not all that unusual for two teenage boys;
normally, it takes a while to establish any type trust before developing
a sexual relationship between boys. Unlike some of the gay erotic fiction
stories, before broaching the subject of engaging in experimental sexual
acts with each other, boys needed to feel each other out more carefully.
Sometimes that process could take months. A guy engaging in boy girl sex
was different because it was more socially acceptable; whereas, same
gender sex is looked upon with deep disdain.
When boys first meet they are cautious and full of misgivings about each
other; it takes time for them to establish an element of trust before
experimenting. I think boys tend to be more apprehensive around other
guys. Men never engage in conversation in the restroom or on an elevator.
When they do converse it's about manly things like sports, cars,
electronic games or sex with girls. Men don't engage other men in touchy
feely emotional issues. And they sure don't confide in each other about
sexual desires unless it is to brag about female conquests.
Guys are concerned about the possibility of being turned out and labeled
as a homosexual in front of their peers; therefore, they are more alert,
defensive, acting in a more careful and tactful manner before approaching
another boy about sex. Boys don't want to commit themselves sexually to
another male, for fear being labeled a queer by their peers.
Once boys cross that gray line where they enter into the realm of sexual
experimentation with another boy it's done in total secrecy. My main
concerns were whether Jason would keep our secret or blab it around town
if we got together; moreover, I needed to determine whether he might be
an undercover informant or not. The last thing I needed was to be turned
out by Jason, or have him infiltrate our group as an undercover. I felt I
had to put my paranoia on hold and make my move.

                          Chapter 11: The Yellow Truck

I'd finished breakfast and taken my morning shower. I was contemplating
what to do for the day when my cell phone went off just before noon. I
answered and it was Jason on the other end asking if I wanted to hang
out. I told him that I was free. He said that he'd be over in a few. He
also asked if I had lunch yet. To which I relied no. He said he was
treating me to lunch. We said our goodbyes and I disconnected my phone. I
put on some deodorant and got dressed. A while later I heard a vehicle
pull into the driveway. When I looked out the window sitting in the
driveway was a huge yellow pick up truck. Jason swung down from the cab,
closing the door before walking towards the front entry of our house.

I rushed out to meet Jason and asked, "Dude, where the hell did you get
that monster truck?"

"Belongs to my step dad. Phat huh?"

"Phat. That's one massive mofo bro," I replied, "where'd he get that
thing?"

"He bought it last year at an auction. He got it and a big fucking
trailer to haul cars," Jason said, "you ready to go?"

"Sure, let me lock up the house."

I walked back inside to set the alarm before locking to door. Once the
door was locked I walked out to meet Jason. He was already in the truck
when I returned. I stepped up on the passenger side running board, opened
the door and pulled myself into the cab with the help of the grab bar.
Once seated and buckled up Jason fired the monster diesel powered truck
up and pulled out of the drive way.

"Where we headed?" I asked.

"Got to run some errands for the old man, but we're gonna swing by
IN-N-OUT first if that's okay with you," Jason replied.

"Sure."

As we drove to the burger place I learned that Jason's stepfather was
not only a multimillionaire, but had a unique job. He was a collector of
antiques, including exotic vehicles. Jason's step dad had two large
warehouses full of antiques and vehicles. He was somewhat of an authority
on exotic vehicles who had written three books on the subject of
collector cars. Jason told me that his step dad would take off and be
gone for weeks on end searching for antiques and vehicles. He also
attended different auctions throughout the world buying and selling.

Jason told me that his stepfather had returned before Christmas after a
month in Las Vegas. He said that his step dad bought a yellow
International CXT and trailer at last year's B-J auction much cheaper
than they both cost new. Jason told me if interested he'd let me drive
it I wanted. I decided to pass on the test drive.

I'd learned that after our invitational wrestling tournament in January
Jason's dad was off to the 37th annual Barrett-Jackson Collector Car
Auction in Arizona. The event was schedule to kick off at Westworld --
Scottsdale on Saturday January 12, 2008. So, his dad would leave on
Sunday immediately after the Saturday invitational tournament and be gone
for the month of January, buying and selling at the auction. Then in
March he would be off again to the 6th Annual B-J auction in Palm Beach,
Florida.

My wrestling friend told me that when he was younger he had accompanied
his step dad to many of the events. He said that his stepfather knew many
race car drivers as well as other celebrities; consequently, Jason had
gotten to meet many of them while on the road with his stepfather or at
parties at his parent's home. As he was telling me all this I thought
how exciting was his life. Jason seemed to have led a rather colorful
life compared to my more mundane existence growing up.

"Here we are," Jason howled, "ya want me to freak em out and pull this
thing through the drive-through?"

"Naw, let's park and go inside."

Jason parked the big beast and we both climbed down from the cab. As we
made our way inside Jason high-fived with a couple guys he knew but I
didn't. We ordered and sat outside to eat our burgers and drink our milk
shakes. IN-N-OUT Burger was the only place that served just burger, fries
and drinks. All the other fast food places had menus that went on forever
with different items. IN-N-OUT's were great hamburgers and you could
watch them cut the fries fresh and cook them. What I liked about the
burgers was that you got a full slice of onion and tomato.

"You gonna ride with me for the rest of afternoon Andy?"

"Sure, don't have much choice. I'm your captive audience until you
take me home," I replied.

"Good. I gotta head to the International dealer to pick up some parts,
and then go to the paint and body place to pickup the trailer that goes
behind Old Yellow," Jason said.

"Cool. I'll ride."

We finished our milk shakes and got back into the truck. As we drove to
the dealership Jason told me all about the CXT; it's the largest
production pickup in the market. He said that the rig was one hella
hauler, 20 tons capacity, but the down side was that it only got between
seven to ten miles per gallon. I was not familiar with cars and trucks,
but could well imagine that the fuel mileage would not be great. We
stopped at the dealership to pickup the parts and were off to get the
trailer.

When we arrived at the paint shop the open ramp trailer was ready. Jason
backed the big truck up and connected the trailer to the fifth wheel
hitch mechanism. I was amazed how quickly and easily Jason backed the big
truck up to the trailer and connected it. He connected the lights and
then cranked up the landing gear before we pulled away. On the trip back
to our town Jason told me that his step dad wanted the trailer to match
the paint scheme of the truck as well as the lettering for the business
name. We arrived at the warehouse about four in the afternoon to meet his
step dad.

Jason's stepfather appeared younger looking than his forty-one years.
The man was in excellent physical shape with dark hair and a moustache.
The warehouse was a mammoth building. There was a large glass front and
inside I could see some of the antique vehicles on display. Jason's
stepfather told him to pull around to the rear entrance and pull the
truck and trailer through the building and up to the front door. Jason
complied while I waited with his step dad. Inside the warehouse were many
different cars and trucks as well as motorcycles and other things.

"So, you and Jay are on the wrestling team at your high school?" Braden
Forsythe asked.

"Yeah. He's a hella better wrestler than me," I replied.

"Not bad for a kid that was sick the first few years of his life," the
old man said.

As we talked I discovered that Jason had been forced to repeat the first
grade due to illness; however, he had recovered with no ill health to
impact his later life. That was the reason for his more mature
appearance; plus, guys with black hair seemed to me to appear older. Fact
was he, just like his stepfather, appeared to be a very vibrant and
virile teen. Jason positioned the truck and trailer a few feet from the
big roll up door, shut it down and dismounted the truck.

He walked over to a Mustang GT that was sitting just inside the door. He
started it up and pulled out of the warehouse. Once outside he motioned
me over saying, "Mount up."

Jason waved at his step dad and told him he'd see him at home. We pulled
out from in front of the warehouse and headed toward the freeway to take
us back to Jason's house. I'd never been to his house before, but he
insisted we stop by and meet his mom. After driving down the freeway for
awhile Jason turned off an exit and in no time he pulled up in front of
big house. He had to press a button on the remote to get the gate to
open. Once the gate was activate Jason drove around back to a big four
car garage, parking in front of one of the doors.

"Come on inside and meet mom," Jason said.

"Sure."

Jason opened the gate to the lanai and pool area. I looked around in
amazement. The house was huge as was the pool. Further out back was a
regulation tennis court, "Wow!" I exclaimed.