Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 21:04:25 -0500
From: bsketballplayr42@aol.com
Subject: The New Home Part 1

This story is completely fictional. all characters have been completely
made up.

I grew up in a small rural town with my mother. She was abuse to me. She
hated him. When she met this guy named Lenny, she sent me to go live with
my father. I guess my parents use to live together when I was younger,
but at thirteen I had no clue what he looked like. I heard stories he was
just a man who loved to fuck whores. I soon found out that was true.
I was only thirteen when I arrived at his house. One of my mother's
friends dropped me off at his trailer. Before I got the front door my
mother's friend had driven away. I was stuck there. Fear rose through me,
I had no clue what awaited me. I knocked on the door.
A man wearing terribly ripped up jeans with grease stained tank top
opened the door. His muscles ripped through the shirt, his face barely
shaved. He said his hello and introduced himself. His name was Frank, my
father.
He brought me inside the trailer. It was dark and small. The front door
was in the living room. There was a beat up couch, two somewhat new
looking arm chairs and a small coffee table with a bunch of magazines and
red beers comes on. There was also a television and a small fish tank. In
the same room as the living room a foot or so to the left was the
kitchen. No kitchen table, just a small counter with two steel chairs.
The counters were filled with junk. The stove and fridge seemed to be in
a decent condition, a tad bit stained.
He smiled at me and grabbed my shoulder real tight. "This is your new
home boy."
With that he led me down a small corridor right to the living room. There
were three doors. The first door was the bathroom door. He opened it and
said "Don't mind the smut mags, I like to read when I take a good shit."
With that said he closed the bathroom door.
The bathroom had a real tightly spaced shower with a see through curtain
to the side of the toilet. No sink.
The next room was myne. It wasn't much bigger then a closet. There was a
small couch and an end table. The room had a bunch of clothes laying
around. The room had no window either, but I noticed the door had a lock
to it. It was one thing I felt safe about in this house.
He kicked some of the clothes aside and said "Eh, don't mind this shit.
Some of my guy friends like to leave their shit here. Don't a mind em if
they come in here looking for something. This is usually where they crash
after a good game of poker. Guess that will be changing."
He didn't finish the tour, he said his room was off limits and no reason
to see it.
He told me the rules of the house and all that fun stuff. After about an
hour being there he sat down and offered me a beer. I guess I wanted to
impress him so I said yes. We talked about things for a while. He told me
I looked like my rotten mother. Tall skinny, brown hair, those evil hazel
bitch eyes, the long legs. I was getting hairy too but he didn't seem to
notice. My chest, my arm pits and my pubs each had a good amount of hair.
He told me I had to get some muscle in me, this summer he said he had
plans to work me out. I had no clue what he meant, I feared it had to do
with a beating. But summer was five months away.
A week went by. I got use to the smell and I cleaned some of the house
up. I only saw him twice that week. Once was in the morning. I had gotten
up around noontime and decide to take a shower. I left my clothes on the
ground. The door wouldn't close all the way, after a minute or so being
shut it opened back up again. The water was fairly cold. My balls shrank
within seconds and my dick was down to a small shrivel. I was soaping up
my hair when I heard him come into the bathroom. He was only wearing
boxers, he didn't even care to look at me. He pulled them boxers down to
his ankles, took his dick in his hand and held it over the toilet. His
dick was soft, but nice looking. About four or so inches soft and real
nice and fat. I wasn't into dicks or guys so it didn't phase me
much..yet. But I did have my good stare; while he pissed he looked over
at me and said
"Damn boy we really gotta get some meat on you. You aint got no dick man.
How you gonna fuck em girls with that shit?" He spit in the toilet and
looked back at me as he finished his piss. He held his dick for about a
minute while he looked me in the eyes.
"This is a real cock. I'll show you the ropes one day." He gave me a wink
and put his dick back, it didn't get hard one bit while he was in the
bathroom, neither did mine.
The only other time I saw him that week was when he didn't have work and
wasn't at the bar. He shown up around 23:30 with a bunch of friends.
There was three guys and one chick. The guys were all smashed and didn't
give a rats ass about me. They all said hi and went back to talking about
biking. Even the girl had no interest in me. My dad told me to hang out a
bit, feel what his friends were like. So I did, then him and the chick
went to his room about half hour later. Next minute I hear are moans and
shit. I knew what they were up to and so did the guys. They all cracked
up and went back to bullshiting each other. Two of the guys left at the
same time and I was stuck with this guy named Jim. He was cool.
We talked about my dad and shit. He told me this happened about five
times a week and every time it was a different girl. He said usually his
dad doest bring back the guys but he wanted to introduce me to them. And
as I talked to Jim I heard the fucking get louder and louder.
Jim had a nice buzz cut hair with a lot of dimples. He had dark jeans and
a leather jacket on. He was a cool dude.
We sat talking for ten minutes until he said "damn them two make me
horny. I'm gonna go take a piss, be back kid." With that he grabbed me
knee really hard for about ten seconds, got up winked and went into the
bathroom. My heart was racing and I felt my dick getting hard. I waiting
for about five minutes for him to get back but he didn't so I decided to
call it a night. I walked past the bathroom door and just stud there. He
was sitting on the toilet with the bathroom door wide up jacking his
cock. It was so hot. It was real long but skinny. His cock had a huge red
head with a dick ring in it. He had his jeans on but his dick was
sticking out from his piss opening. He stopped stroking when I stopped
walking. He squeezed his dick really hard, the head looked like it was
about to burst. I was getting real fucking hard and he squeeze his long
cock.
He winked at me and said " What the fuck you staring at kid? Go to bed
before your dad beats your ass for catching a peek!" He let go of his now
throbbing dick and wanked it really fast.
I ran into my room and shut the door, locked it. I threw my clothes off
and started beating off to his cock. I never jacked off to another guy
before but it made me so horny. My dick was about six inches, as hot as
it has ever been and felt bigger to. I didn't care about the moaning
noises that came from the room next to me. I jacked thinking about that
nice thick cock, I was dead horny. I was ready to cum then I heard a
noise like some one was trying to get into my room. I held my cock tight
and I watched the door handle. It moved. I heard that chick moan as I let
go of my dick, it had to be Jim. I threw my jeans on and went to open the
door. He wasn't there, I looked down the hallway and notice the front
down just shut. I cursed under my breath and went back into my room. I
shot the biggest load-

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