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Jack sells his condo and moves into a travel trailer at an RV Park, where he makes friends with a like minded fellow with a young boy in tow...
The following story is a sequel to "Of Men and Boys I, II, III & IV". You may want to read those stories first.
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Like I said, I hated the condo. I'd been there for a little over a year, and other than Jason and his playmates, I hadn't made any friends to speak of. Oh, I had a nodding acquaintance or two, but no one ever invited me for a beer, much less anything more exciting. Then there was the condo management. Twice they raised the condo fees in less than a year. To make matters worse, much worse, my mortgage company jacked the rates on my adjustable mortgage. Fuck... they were killing me!
So I cleared out the darkroom stuff from the spare bathroom and put the place up for sale. To my surprise, I had an offer in days, a very attractive offer that I jumped on. Two weeks later, I closed the sale and was once again homeless. Well, not exactly, the new owners graciously gave me to the end of the month to clear my stuff out, but the pressure was on to find new digs. This time I was much more sensible. I bought a travel trailer, an Airstream. Not new, but one that had been traded in for a bigger, more luxurious monster fifth wheel. The thing had hardly been used, so it was practically brand new. Even so, the previous owner had taken a huge depreciation hit on it and I was the lucky beneficiary. I paid cash for it and found a spot in an RV Park, a very nice RV Park with lots of shade trees, and near where I stored my trusty johnboat.
As my F-150 was paid for and in good condition, my housing bill was now just the monthly rent for my RV slot, that plus electrical and a phone line. Within a month I had gone from strapped for cash to being cash flush. I liked being flush much better, and the trailer, though small (actually tiny), meet all my needs. Of course I couldn't set up a dark room and that stuff went into storage, along with some other possessions. My furniture? Sold everything to a second hand store, everything except my recliner... that I kept, even though it was a tight fit.
I didn't need the money, so I quit my police dispatch job. That was sort of a mistake, though a minor one. I didn't need the extra money, but it did keep me occupied some evenings. So I began looking for another part time job, something more suitable to my skill set, and I found one. A part time job with "Honey Do", a mom and pop handyman service. Need something fixed around the house, a ceiling fan hung or gutters cleaned and realigned, "Honey Do" was the place to call. Small jobs were our specialty.
My new boss, Hank, was semi-retired. He and his wife were in their late sixties and originally the business was just to supplement his Social Security and retirement checks. But like all self-employed folks, there were problems; they couldn't get away for more than a day or two at most, and he sometimes needed an extra hand. Hank was delighted to hire someone who actually knew what they were doing, so I was their man. Having taught Shop for years, I could do just about anything around the house, from minor plumbing and electrical to building a room addition from scratch.
So, it was a Sunday morning, prime time for something to go to hell in a house, something that needed to be corrected right away; double time heaven. I was lying in bed snoozing away when Hank called me. He had a service call for me, a stopped up shower drain.
"You live in Forest Acres RV Park, don't you, Jack?" he asked me. "Well, this one is close by." He gave me the address, actually the lot number. It was right next to my lot. I actually knew the guy. John had pulled in a few weeks before. He did bridge inspections for the State Department of Transportation and was currently working in the immediate area. He had a kid too, actually his nephew. A boy about nine. We often shared a beer after work out under my awning.
John wasn't forth coming as to why his nephew, Kim, lived with him and I didn't ask. But I saw the kid just about every afternoon. He piled off the school bus and disappeared inside their trailer. Within minutes he'd come outside to play, if the weather was nice, and I struck up a friendship with him. He was very much the kind of kid I really liked, one who wore as little clothing as possible when outside playing.
So I got dressed, grabbed a tool box from the back of my truck and knocked on John's door. Immediately he opened the door. It was still very early Sunday morning, so the fact that he was only wearing boxer shorts wasn't much of a surprise.
"Yeah, Jack, what's up?"
"You called about a stopped up shower drain?"
"You work for Honey Do?" he asked with eyebrows furrowed.
"Part time," I explained.
"Well, I wasn't expecting such quick service! I only called ten minutes ago. They said they'd call before coming over."
"Okay, well, I'm coming over now," I said with a laugh. "You gonna let me in?"
"Oh, yeah..."
When I stepped in it was obvious that I had taken John by surprise, for Kim was lying on the sofa watching cartoons and he was nude.
"Kim! Go put some pants on, boy! Mr. Jack's here!"
"Hey, don't bother on my account," I told him with a disarming laugh. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
"So, show me the problem."
"Uh, yeah..."
It was a simple fix. Something had apparently gotten flushed down the toilet and stopped up the plumbing just before the holding tank. I removed the drain cover and ran a hand cranked fish down the pipe and came up with a wash cloth. Within three minutes I was finished.
"How much do I owe you, Jack?" John asked as I put away my tools.
"No charge, John. You helped me with that flat on my truck the other day. Remember?"
"Oh, yeah... thanks!
"How about a cup of coffee?" he then added. I hadn't had a cup yet, so I gratefully accepted.
Back in the living area, Kim was still naked watching cartoons. John glanced at me looking at Kim. I was busted!
"You like naked boys?" John asked with a leering grin.
"Well, I, uh..."
"You want him to put on some clothes or stay as he is?" John then asked with a knowing grin. "Your choice!"
"Well, it's okay with me if he stays as he is," I replied returning his sly smile.
Turning to the naked boy, John said, "Kim! Get up and get Mr. Jack a cup of coffee."
The boy rose and did what he was told, giving me a view of the complete package.
"Cream and sugar?" John asked.
"I'll take it black," I replied.
"That's not what I meant," said he grinning.
Kim brought me the cup of coffee and returned to sofa and his cartoon show, indifferent to his nudity. John and I sat at the dinette table.
"So, you like naked boys?" John asked taking a sip.
"It's just that he reminds me of my own boy, Chad. Chad liked to go about the house nude on Saturdays while his mother was at work," I admitted.
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
Then looking him in the eye I remarked, "There's nothing wrong with a bit of nudity in one's own home."
"My sentiments exactly," John replied.
"So... we're good?" he asked. I must have had a stupid expression on my face because he clarified with wave of his hand at Kim.
"Oh... Yeah, we're good," I replied.
"So how old is Chad?" he asked. "Looks to be about fourteen or fifteen."
"Hmmm, fourteen. Starting high school next year."
"He's a good looking boy," John replied.
"You keep him nude when he's visiting you?"
His question surprised me for its directness. "Um, I don't keep him nude," I replied not wanting to reveal too much too quickly, "but, you know, I don't, uh, keep him dressed either."
"Sucks your dick, doesn't he?"
"Well, uh..."
"Or do you suck his dick?"
He then laughed, "Man, you should see your face! Your face is as red as Kim's ass after I spank him!"
I was speechless for a moment. John then said, "Relax, Jack. As they say, it takes one to know one. I've seen how you watch Kim when he's outside running around half naked. Yeah, you're a boy lover, aren't you? So am I, so let's cut the bullshit. Okay?"
I nodded, still unable to form a word.
Right then my pager went off. It was Hank.
"Uh, can I use your phone for a moment?"
"Sure, it's right over there," he said pointing to where Kim was lying about.
I had to have Kim sit up so I could sit down. I called Hank.
"Hank, Jack. It was no big deal," I said into the mouthpiece while looking down at Kim's boyish pecker. "It was just a wash cloth that accidently got flushed down the toilet. Took me maybe three minutes to fish it out.
"He's my next door neighbor, Hank, so if it's alright with you, I'm not going to charge him." Hank was fine with that, but he had another job that he needed me to attend to. Damn, I sure hated to have to go, but...
Keeping my hands to myself, I told John that I'd see him later that day and invited him and Kim over for hamburgers. I took my leave. But before I did anything else, I had to go inside my place and whack off to the vision of Kim lying there nude and totally unashamed. Best of all, I was just about certain that the kid was available, and as I conjured up an image of him slipping his young lips over my cock, I blew my wad.
The job was simple and typical of the jobs "Honey Do" was called in for by widows, single moms and the wives of mechanically inept or lazy husbands. The old lady was in a total tizzy when I arrived. Seems she was taking her morning shower and as she tried to turn the water off, the faucet handle came off in her hand and she couldn't turn the water off. It was just a loose screw and I had her fixed up in less than a minute. We had a one hour minimum for house calls, so I went around tightening up all the other faucet handles in the house, as well as tightening a few knobs on her kitchen cabinets, and changing out a light bulb for her. Job done, I headed home.
I had a few other personal errands to run, so it was awhile before I returned home. I made up the burgers and knocked on John's door. He cracked the door open and told me they'd be right over. I cranked up the gas grill mounted on the back of the trailer. Soon John and Kim were there, both half dressed in shorts and flip flops only. Well, it was warm for so early in May, so I didn't think much about it. We sat around under my awning, drinking beer and eventually I got around to cooking the burgers. After we had eaten, John sent Kim off to play.
"So, how about a swap?" he says out of the blue.
"Swap? Swap wh... Oh..."
"Or we could just do a cash arrangement. Say twenty bucks for an hour with Kim? Or better yet, you have your boy on Wednesday evenings, right? You ever, you know, shared..."
I had in fact shared Chad on numerous times with my golfing buddy, Brad, a quid pro quo arrangement for access to his son, and I'd shared with Fred a few times after that first campout where Brad and I met him and his boy, Jeremy. But I'd known Brad for years, we were golfing buddies long before we started sharing our sons with each other for man-boy sex. This John guy, I hardly knew him and here he was proposing something that... well, I could go to jail for. Was this a set up? I had become quite paranoid after my condo buddy, Jason and his girlfriend got busted for prostituting Connie. True, with what I'd seen earlier that morning, I had good reason to suspect that John was on the up and up with me, but who knows? I'm sure Jason and/or Cindy thought that whoever they were renting out Connie to was on the up and up too, and look where that got them!
"Look, maybe you've gotten the wrong impression," I answered.
"I don't think so, Jack. You were practically drooling over Kim. He's a good looking, kid, eh? Nice round ass, nice little pecker, nice lips... what's there not to like? And he's polite and respectful too. But best of all, he's... you know... easy. Never complains. Then again, I don't abuse him... well, maybe a little if you consider that sort of thing abuse.
"Well, I'm offering, if you're interested." He downed the dredges of his third beer, got up and went home.
Well, I was interested. But not in paying cash for a little time with John's nephew. What I didn't know was if Chad would be interested. John was rather bear-like in appearance and I had no idea if that appealed to Chad. Even so, it appealed to me to have the opportunity to watch Chad having sex with another man once again.
Wednesday came. I picked Chad up from school like I always did on Wednesdays. He was always practically starving when I picked him up, not unusual for teenage boys. We stopped at a family steak place, where he could load up at the buffet. On the way home I breached the subject with him.
"The guy who's trailer is next to mine asked about you," I began.
"Really. What about?" Chad asked.
"Well, to be frank, he wants to spend some time with you."
"Is he the big guy with the little kid?"
"Yes. That's him."
"And you want to spend time with his kid?" Chad was very astute for a fourteen year old. Then again, he knew his old man pretty well.
"Look, I shouldn't have asked," I told him. "Besides, I don't exactly know what he has in mind and you haven't been with a man since Brad and Bruce moved."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," he replied.
"What do you mean, Chad?"
"I've been with men, or I should say, I've been with a man."
"How come this is the first time I've heard about it?" I asked.
"You told me that I should never discuss who I had been with or what we did."
"I was thinking more along the lines of you and me, and Brad and you or Fred and you."
"That's not what you said, Dad."
"Okay, you took me literally. I really can't complain.
"So, who have you been with?"
"I'm not supposed to tell you," he teased.
"Oh, for Christ's sake! I'm your dad. You can tell me anything."
"Okay. You know the church we go to?"
"What church?"
"The one Mom and her husband go to. Well, she started making me go and they have this youth group."
"Okay. So what?"
"Well, the youth minister... I was helping out one evening at the church and well... he and I sort of..."
"Started messing around?"
"Yeah."
"And..."
We started messing around a lot."
"Define, a lot."
"You know, like what Mr. Brad and I did. What you and Bruce did. What you and I never do."
"He fucked you in the ass?"
"Yes."
"Just once or..."
"Lots of times. Like every week or more."
"Oh, okay..."
"And he's really thick, Dad. You'd like him."
"Well, I have no idea how thick my neighbor is, Chad. And I don't know what he actually has in mind. But I don't want you to get hurt."
"I doubt if he'll hurt me, Dad. Luke, the youth pastor, is, well, like I said, really thick. So if you want to play with his little boy, I'll play with your neighbor."
As we pulled up to my trailer, Kim came running up to my truck. "Uncle John says you can come over anytime you want, Mr. Jack," the young boy said with a smile.
I looked over at Chad and he said, "Sure, why not?"
Kim turned and ran back to his trailer. Chad and I didn't bother going into my place and just strolled over to John's. I knocked. John opened the door part way, looked around and then invited us in. As he closed the door, I saw that he was naked, ready for action. He had a nice sized dick, not surprising for a man of his stature, but nothing bigger than Brad's cock, so I knew Chad could take him easily. Meanwhile, Kim shucked off the single article of clothing her wore, his play shorts.
"Glad you and Chad could make it," John said. "I was getting a little nervous when you weren't home by five."
"We had to get something to eat," I explained.
"Chad, this is John and this is Kim," I introduced.
Looking John right in eye, Chad reached out as if to shake his hand, but instead took his cock in hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Chad," John replied with a grin. "But you are a bit overdressed," he added as lifted the shirt tail of Chad's t-shirt. Chad knew what to do and lifted his arms to help John shed his shirt. Next to go were Chad's jeans. As John unbuttoned and unzipped my son, Chad kicked off his sneakers. Down and off went Chad's jeans, followed shortly by this briefs.
John fondled him for a moment, then asked, "Do you like it up the ass?" Chad grinned, turned and braced himself against the dinette where John lubed up his anus with KY and then ran a finger up his butt.
"Yeah, you've been ass fucked before, haven't you?"
John didn't waste any time bending Chad over the dinette table and running his cock up my son's ass. Chad grunted with the sudden impalement. While Kim and I watched, bearish John pounded the hell out my boy's butt, not that Chad complained.
Then it was my turn with young Kim. His uncle greased him up as the boy held his butt cheeks open. I slid into his well-used ass with ease. I'd like to say I lasted a long time, but it had been so long since I had my cock in the embrace of a warm hole that I shot off rather quickly up the kid's ass.
Time out for a beer and to clean up our dicks, then it was cock sucking... Chad sucking John, me sucking Kim, then John sucking Chad and Kim sucking me. Once Kim had me up, I had another go at his ass. I lasted longer that time, much longer, and long before I shot off in the kid's butt a second time, John was pounding the hell out of Chad's butt again.
Time passes quickly when you're having fun and before I knew it, it was getting late. I had to get Chad home. He cleaned up in John's tiny shower. Not much room for playing in travel trailer's phone booth sized shower, so he showered alone. Me, I waited to clean up until after I dropped Chad off.
After that I pretty much expected to have free access to Kim after school and before his uncle got home. But it didn't turn out that way. Kim, like most boys his age, had other things to do after school, like playing with the handful of other boys his age who inhabited our RV Park. But on some days, he'd come to my trailer and knock on my door. I'd give him a snack and before long he was snacking on my dick. Once he got going, Kim proved to be an eager cock sucker and was very free with the use of his ass.
I soon learned that I wasn't the only one in that RV park who Kim sucked off. Apparently there were lots of transient men who stayed at the RV park, men who were doing a job in town, before moving on to the next job. And some of those men found boys like Kim to be particularly entertaining. Men who paid good money for their entertainment.
I never paid money for the use of Kim. In exchange, I delivered Chad to John some Wednesday evenings, where I watched my son soundly sodomized while I got my dick sucked. Some weekends, particularly if the weather was lousy and not conducive to taking my trusty johnboat out fishing, John and I would get together and swap boys in a day long sex fest.
This went on through late summer. Life was damned near perfect, but things always change. In this case, John moved to another town to be closer to his work, and with him, he took Kim. Afternoons once again became rather dull. Wednesdays, however, weren't particularly dull, as Chad asked me to provide him with a lifelike dildo to fuck himself with. Actually, I fucked him with it and he fucked me with it, but we never fucked each other with our dicks. There's just some things a father and son just shouldn't do.
With the new school year fast approaching, I got the bad news. The school board, in its wisdom, decided to cut back on the number of Shop classes offered, effective the upcoming Fall semester. That of course left me with several free hours, hours they filled by making me a coach. What did I know about coaching football or basketball? Not much, but I gave it a try, and frankly I wasn't exactly successful at it. I did, however, enjoy monitoring the boy's locker room for mischief and enjoyed seeing all that budding naked flesh fresh from the showers, naked flesh that was off limits. Nearly drove me crazy some days.
Chad started high school that Fall. When he announced that he was joining the wrestling team, I was all for it. Then one blustery day just before the Thanksgiving break, Chad showed up with a friend of his, Pete. Chad was 15 then and his buddy was 16 and had his own car. Pete was also on the high school wrestling team. I was happy to see Chad and happy to meet a friend of his, as I really didn't know any of Chad's friends since the divorce.
Pete was a big kid. Not fat, just big and he towered over Chad and me. He was friendly enough though, with an easy smile and I rather liked him. After a bit, Chad takes me to the side and asked me if I couldn't get lost for a little while so that he and Pete could...
"You boys are welcome to do whatever you want with each other," I told him. "But why do I have to disappear?"
"Pete's a bit shy, Dad. He doesn't know how you really are."
"You think he'd have a problem with that?" Chad shrugged.
"Okay, how long do you need?"
"An hour?"
"Okay, son."
I then announced that I needed to go make a service call and that I'd be gone for one or two hours and left the boys alone. I wasn't too happy about being kicked out of my own damned trailer, but I understood Chad's needs. But I also had no intentions of being gone for an hour and figured ten minutes was plenty of time for them to get naked.
Completing my ruse, I drove off and went to the corner liquor store and bought a six pack. Then I headed back, parking in an unoccupied trailer spot and away from my trailer. Figuring that they'd be in the back, I approached the trailer from the front and quietly let myself in. In an Airstream, there aren't any rooms per se, the thing is too small for separate rooms. Sure enough they were naked in bed.
"I'm back, boys!" I announced. "Job was canceled."
Poor Pete. He shot upright, Chad's mouth still latched to his dick. He tried to grab something to cover up with, but they had been lying on top of the covers and their clothes were strewn about on the floor.
"Oops! Sorry!" I said stifling a laugh. It was like when I first busted Chad and his buddy Timmy some five years before, except Chad wasn't in the least embarrassed and Pete had nowhere to run with me standing in the limited floor space.
"Don't mind me. You boys just go on and do what you were doing."
Of course I made no effort to give them any privacy. I always enjoyed watching Chad suck cock.
"Relax, Pete," I told the embarrassed boy as I sat on the edge of the bed. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Now go on, relax and enjoy it.
"You don't mind if I get comfortable too, do you?" I added unbuttoning my shirt.
Pete proved to be as good with his mouth as Chad was, and he was just as free with his ass too. And what they say about big hands and big feet was certainly true with this man-boy. Chad and Pete hung out with me quite a bit during the holidays... Merry holidays to be sure.
Then just after the New Year, more bad news, really bad news. Hank, my boss and owner of "Honey Do", had a heart attack and died. His wife, who basically answered the phone and took messages, closed down the business and moved to be closer to her daughter and her grandkids. Me, I needed to find another part time job. Not to make ends meet, as my living expenses were minimal, but something to help keep me occupied, especially during the upcoming summer break.
Coming soon, Jack's story continues with "Nudist Camp Tales".
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