Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2007 15:27:58 -0600 From: Justin Davis Subject: Old Man Brown by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal) The following story contains sexual scenes involving young males and an older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions, or encourage similar actions by others. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to: Justin 0398@gmail.com Old Man Brown By Justin Davis Chapter Twelve Christmas was held that year, as usual. The boys helped decorate the outside; Timmy and Jared decorated the inside. There were more presents under the tree for the boys than usual, and Timmy had done an excellent job of finding out what every boy coveted. It had cost Jared a fortune. In fact, almost all but about a third of the first installment of the stipend from his trust. Yet, Jared still had plenty of money to tide him over until the next quarterly installment and he was certain Jacob would have approved of his gifts to the boys. "So it's back to college, then, Jared?" Gerald Wiley, the lawyer, asked. "Maybe I'll go back maybe not. There are some things I want to learn and experience about the world and I have time. I do want you to keep me informed of any new offers on the land, Mr. Wiley. And, Mr. Anderson, I expect you to keep me informed on the bookings and such. "I'll be sure and do that, Mr. Brown," Mr. Anderson said. "Look, just please call me Jared," Jared replied. Two days later, Jared loaded his bags into the trunk of his new car and headed to Miami. Of course, the first person he looked up was Roy and they hit it off as well as they had before, the two of them having sex less than an hour after Jared walked through the door. A few days later, Jared enrolled in a couple of accounting classes and tried to get back into the college routine. Yet, for some reason, he couldn't get his mind off of the trailer park. "I should think you'd be glad to be away from there," Roy said one evening as Jared was talking to him about it. "Why's that?" Jared asked. "Well, for me there'd be two many memories all the time. By the way, I never asked you. Did you ever have sex with any of the boys?" "No, I never did. Either I made sure I wasn't around or left when a boy showed up," Jared replied. "Too bad!" "Why do you say that?" Jared asked. "Well, you could have had you some young stuff. It ain't bad!" "How would you know?" Jared asked. "Oh, I've had a fling or two with my nephew," Roy replied. "Your nephew? How old is he?" Jared asked. "He's fifteen now. He was thirteen the first time." "Good grief!" Jared exclaimed. "Oh, he's gay as everything and loves older guys," Roy said. "Just the same, I don't think I'd like it," Jared replied. "Well, maybe, maybe not. Personally, I think it was great what your Uncle Jacob was doing. If I had the money I might even do something like that myself," Roy said. "Oh really? Why?" "Just for the fun of it, I guess. I probably wouldn't do it for long. However, an older man I know, who's in to that, said the young ones are highly addictive. Kinda like peanuts. It's hard to eat just one!" Roy said, and burst out laughing. "Look, you want to go get something to eat or something?" Jared asked, changing the subject. "Yeah, sure!" Roy replied. As the weeks went on, although Jared and Roy got along very well, it was school that Jared just couldn't handle. He began to think more and more about just quitting for the time being and maybe just traveling some. His heart wasn't in it. It was two weeks before the usual spring break when the decision was made for him. Mr. Anderson called and informed Jason that he was going to have to have by- pass surgery. It would be some weeks before he could work again. Jared would either have to find some one else to manage the Trailer Park or come back and do it himself. Of course, for Jared, it was the excuse to quit school he had been looking for. For some reason it felt comfortable for Jared to settle back into the familiar surroundings he had known since he was thirteen. There were momentous around the trailer that reminded him fondly of Jacob and the place just felt like home. From the get go, Jared took over the office business, Sally Baker, the secretary, helping him whenever he had a question, which wasn't often since he had been handling everything but the bookings before Jacob died. So, each day, even on Saturdays and Sundays, Jared found himself at the office from nine until noon and from two until five in the afternoon. The rest of the time Sally was there and could call him if need be. It was toward the end of the first week, when Jared was washing off his plate from lunch, that the doorbell rang. Jared put his plate in the sink and headed toward the door to see who it was. "Timmy! It's good to see you!" Jared said, when he opened the door and saw the cute red head standing there dressed in the usual tee shirt and shorts that seemed to swallow him up. "Uh, can I come in a talk to yah?" Timmy asked. "Uh, yes," Jared replied, and stood aside so the kid could enter. Of course, once inside Timmy headed straight for the couch and plopped himself upon it while Jared closed the door and headed toward the living room. "So, what you wanna talk about?" Jared asked, seating himself in one of the stuffed chairs. "Well, since the boys seem to think you and I get along good they sent me to ask yah something?" Timmy said. "Oh? What's that?" Jared asked. "Well, uh, they wanna know if money is gonna start getting paid out again," Timmy said, prompting Jared to chuckle. "Well, Timmy, I doubt it. I'm not Uncle Jacob." Jared replied. "Wadda yah mean?" Timmy asked. "I don't do boys, Timmy. I do things with guys my age an older," Jared said. "Gosh, Mr. Brown! Boys ain't so bad!" Timmy exclaimed. "Just call me Jared! I didn't say they were bad, Timmy. It's just that boys aren't my thing," Jared said. "You ever done anything with a boy?" Timmy asked. "The closest was when I put the money in your butt," Jared replied. "Gee! I never will forget that!" Timmy said, shaking his head. "How's the bike by the way?" Jared asked. "Oh it's great! I woulda let you put your dick in my butt you know," Timmy said. "Yeah, I know." "You know, I don't think you know how us guys feel about it all," Timmy said. "Wadda yah mean?" Jared asked. "Well, the guys that come by and just get their peter sucked an all, that ain't no big deal. In fact, if I was you I wouldn't even fool with um. Now, those of us who earn money for stuff, we all know what we're doing. There's not a boy that's got a bike that doesn't know how the others got one like it, same with a Starter Jacket or anything else. If it was taking you a long time to get the money then everyone knew you were sucking your Uncle Jacob off. If you got it quicker everyone knew he was puttin his thing in their butt. Everyone knows! We're the ones still want to make some money. "So, what are you saying I should do?" Jared asked. "Pretend you're your uncle or something," Timmy said, prompting Jared to burst out laughing. "I'm afraid that would be very hard to do, Timmy," Jared replied. "Look, you have sex with guys, right?" Timmy asked. "Uh, yes!" "Then, just pretend I'm and older guy and do the same thing with me," Timmy said. "You?" "Yeah me. Look, I saw the way you looked at me the first time you saw me. It was the same look as your Uncle Jacob had. There's gotta be a first one or none of us are ever gonna get to earn any money again," Timmy said. "How old are you, Timmy?" Jared asked. "I just turned fourteen," the boy replied. "Good grief!" Jared exclaimed. "Look, I know where the bedroom is. I'm goin back there and get naked and get in the bed. If you wanna do stuff come on," Timmy said, and got up off of the couch and headed down the hall toward the master bedroom. For a moment, Jared sat in the chair. Then, he got up and headed back toward the bedroom to tell Timmy to leave. However, when he got there he stood in the doorway and looked at the beautiful sight on the bed. Timmy's circumcised peter, which was already hard, jutted up from a set of pecan sized balls, both of which were below a small tuft of red pubes. The boy's pale skin had not one blemish or freckle on it. "I think you better go, Timmy," Jared said. "Why? I see how you're looking at me. Pretend I'm your boyfriend, just smaller," Timmy said, prompting Jared to emit a low moan. For awhile that is what Jared did. He pretended it was Roy whose lips he was kissing, Roy's balls he was nibbling, just smaller versions, and Roy's peter he was sucking, albeit not as big. But, the self-delusion was washed away by Timmy's moans, his expert mouth, the warmth of his body, his eagerness to please, the tasty load of sperm gushing forth from his youthful penis, the willingness to swallow an even larger load in return. Jared called the office and told Sally he wouldn't be in for the rest of the afternoon. Naturally, he didn't tell her that it was because he planned to spend it in the bed with Timmy. "It's okay! Just go slow!" Timmy said, looking up at Jared with a few tears in his eyes, for he already had wrapped his spidery arms and legs around Jared's waist and shoulders and had the head of Jared's cock in his bottom. For Jared, just watching the expressions on the boy's face as he fucked him was like watching a beautiful painting come to life. The furrowed brow with each thrust, the gasp and wide-eyed announcement from Timmy that he was going to cum, with nothing touching his peter, the teen's anal muscles milking Jared's cock as he did so, prompting him to blow his own load along with Timmy. All of it, every second of it, stamped Jared forever. There had had to be a first, it seemed, and Timmy had been it. Although a regular, Timmy was soon followed by a line of boys eager to earn cash for what it was they wanted. The money spigot was on again and all the boys were glad. Uncle Jared is what they boys called him among themselves, and Jared to his face, for he wasn't old enough yet to be called old anything. He was more like a big brother. Twice Mr. Wiley called Jared, informing him of the latest offers for the trailer park. "Is there any reason to expect the offers won't go up?" Jared asked the second time the man called. "Not in the least," Mr. Wiley had replied. "Well then, let's wait for awhile," Jared had replied, and hung up the phone. "Now, Billy, I believe you were about to do something before the phone rang," Jared said to the cute blonde on the floor on his knees, who dutifully opened his mouth to receive Jared's hard cock so he could earn another thirty bucks. "Well, I think that's the last box of Christmas stuff," Timmy (Tim) said, handing it up to Jared to stack on the storeroom shelves. "Yeah, I thought New Year's 1990 would never get here," Jared said, to the now nineteen year old red head who had moved in with him on his eighteenth birthday. "By the way. I forgot to tell yah that that lawyer guy called while you were in the shower. He said it's real urgent you call him back," Tim said. "He say what about?" "No! Just to call him. And Betty called from down at the office. She needs to talk with you about hiring that new lady to help her. Oh, and Toby came by. I told him to come back later." "Ah yes, Toby! Bet he didn't get the new Nintendo he wanted for Christmas. Well, I'll get back with Betty first and then call Mr. Wiley." Jared said, as he climbed down off the ladder. "I'm telling you, Jared, this is the best offer you're gonna get. Mitsui Enterprises isn't gonna wait for long," Mr. Wiley said to Jared, who was sitting across from his desk later that morning. "I'm not sure I want to sell." Jared replied. "Listen, Jared, there's other things you need to know. The city is thinking about annexing this whole area and zoning it "high rise" residential. The taxes on this place will go sky high. You'll wind up selling it just to get out from under the taxes, and for far less than you can get right now. With what they are offering and you're investments you'll be so rich you can do anything you want for the rest of your life." Mr. Wiley said. "Tell you what, find me another place like this and I'll think about it," Jared said. "Another place like this!" Mr. Wiley exclaimed. "Why in the hell would you even want to fool with it? You're already worth close to six million and you haven't even sold the trailer park yet!" Mr. Wiley exclaimed. "Well, let's just say for sentimental reasons. You find me another trailer park and I'll sign the deal to sell this one." Jared replied. "Toby came by again while you were gone," Tim said as Jared came through the door. "Well, Toby is gonna have to wait. I'm not in the mood right now," Jared said. "Oh? What's wrong?" Tim asked. "I'm gonna have to sell the place," Jared said. "Oh God! Why?" Tim asked. "It's too much money to turn down and if I don't the taxes are going to drain any profit we might make. There's just no choice." Jared said. "So, what are we gonna do?" "Why, find another trailer park to buy!" Jared said, and smiled at Tim, who smiled back. Later that afternoon, Toby was again at door. This time Jared was home and let him in. "I' need to go down to the office for a bit. I'll see yah later," Tim said, and closed the door behind him as he left the trailer. "So, Toby! I take it things didn't go well this Christmas? Jared asked, seated in Jacob's usual stuffed chair across from the couch where the kid sat. "No! I didn't get the Nintendo I wanted," Toby said, his eyes tearing up. "Well, I guess there's a way we can work around that," Jared said. "Yeah, I know!" Toby replied, glumly, having already having figured how many times he was going to have to suck Uncle Jared's cock to get the Nintendo. "Well, you don't sound happy about it," Jared said. "You know, they're starting to call you Old Man Brown now," Toby said. "Who is "? Jared asked. "The younger boys." "Good grief! I'm only 27!" "Hey, to a kid, 27 is old. So, anyway, I just thought you'd wanna know. "Tell you what, Toby, I'm gonna give you the money for the Nintendo. But, you gotta do something for me," Jared said. "What?" "I want to you to lie to um and tell um how I wouldn't except anything but me fucking your butt. I want you to tell um how awful if was and that you'll never come back up here again. Tell um that I said that from now on nobody gets anything unless I fuck their butt. You understand?" Jared asked. "Why you gonna do that?" Toby asked. "I have my reasons," Jared said. Needless to say, once Jared's proclamation got around the trailer park, the knocks at the door ceased. Jared had been trying a find a way to wind all of it down in case he had to sell the trailer park and he had succeeded. "I think I've found you another place," Mr. Wiley said on the phone several days later. "Oh? Where?" Jared asked. "It's about ten miles from here on the highway to Orlando. It's pretty much laid out like Space Center but with no lake around. There's a large fishing pond, lots of trees, a swimming pool and recreation area, a small community building and office, a big paved lot with RV hookups, and a section for transient trailer traffic. There's no area for permanent residents, though." Mr. Wiley said. "So, that would have to be added, then?" "Yes, and there's plenty of room if that's what you wanted to do." "Why is it for sale?" "Well, the man that owns it, a Mr. Carson, has health issues. His wife died several years ago and when he sells the place he plans to retire and go live with his sister in Mobile. He's asking about a third of what you're being offered for Space Center and I figure if you put a couple of million into it it would be a first rate place. The location is perfect." "What do you think needs to be done to it?" Jared asked. "Well, you should add some tennis courts. Personally, I think the office and community building needs to be larger and a re-do of the pool wouldn't hurt. Other than adding an area for permanent residents that's about it." "Okay, I'll take a look at it. Sounds like it might be what Tim and I want." "Thanks!" Jared said, and hung up the phone. It was when Jared and Tim were driving out to see the trailer park that the idea struck Jared like lightning. "Of course! Why didn't I think of it before!" Jared exclaimed, and slowed the car, pulled it over on the shoulder of the road, and did a U-turn. "Think of what?" Tim asked, wondering what was going on. "Look, Mitsui wants to pay over 50 million for the Space Center property, right?" "Yeah!" "That means it's at least worth that, maybe more, right?" "Yeah!" "I own the land free and clear, right?" "Yeah!" "So, why not do what they're planning to do myself?" Jared asked. "Wadda yah mean?" "I mean, build the fucking condos myself. Turn the whole place into a resort. Space Center Resort, Tim!" "Shit! You don't have than kind of money!" Tim exclaimed. "Oh yes I do! The land, Tim! The land is the collateral!" Jared said. "Holy shit, Jared! It's gonna mean architects, and construction, and all kinds of crap. What about the trailer park?" Tim asked. "We keep it! Incorporate it into the resort theme. You can lease or own a condo on the lake or bring your ski boat behind your RV. With the right landscaping and design work it'll all blend right in." Jared said. "I don't know, Jared." "Shit! Uncle Jacob would love it!" Jared replied. It was the next after noon, after Tim had excused himself to go down to the office, that little Bobby Deason, who was down on his knees sucking Jared's cock for the first time, had another coughing spell. "I'm sorry! It's just so big! I can't take too much of it! It ain't like my cousin's," the boy said. "Just as much as you can without gagging is okay. Now remember, you gotta swallow it all," Jared said. "I know," the kid replied glumly, and went back to work sucking what he could of Jared's cock without gagging again. Of course, as was usual with the "first-timers" the kid went wide-eyed when the first gush of Jared's load instantly filled his mouth, forcing him to gulp it down quickly before it was filled with the next one. "Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Jared said, handing the kid the thirty dollars, after he had finished. "I guess not! Yours tastes a lot stronger than my cousin's does though. Can I come back tomorrow?" Bobby asked. "No, only once a week. That's the rule," Jared replied. "Toby came by to see you while you were gone," Tim said, a week later. "Sorry, I just don't have the time to fool with Toby right now. I got all these drawings to go over," Jared replied, shuffling the stack on the dining room table. "I think the boys had asked him to talk to you," Tim said. "Look, I've got a meeting with the architect in thirty minutes. I don't have time for him or any of the boys right now," Jared said, thumbing through the stack of papers in front of him. "Well, I don't think the boys are gonna be too happy if Old Man Brown shuts down on them again," Tim said. "I wish they wouldn't call me that! Christ! I'm only 27," Jared grumbled, prompting Tim to chuckle. "Hey they gotta call you something. They call me Uncle Tim," Tim replied. "Look, why don't you talk to Toby. He's the go between with the rest. I'm sure it's about some new kid wanting to earn some money or some kid whose decided he's gotten up the nerve to get his butt fucked or some such," Jared said, still looking for something in the stack. "Uh, well it's you that do the boys, not me," Tim said. "Well, maybe you should," Jared replied. "Uh, I'm not into doing it with boys," Tim said. "Well, it seems to me I wasn't either until a red head named Timmy showed up and led me that direction!" Jared said. "Yeah, I know," Tim replied. "Then, you deal with Toby and the others. I'm too busy. Hell, you gave me all kinds of reasons why it was okay. Use um on yourself! Look! I got to go!" Jared said. "Jared, I think you and I need to talk," Tim said. "About what? I don't have time to talk right now!" Jared exclaimed. "I know. Please sit down and let's talk for a moment," Tim said calmly. " Fine! You wanna fucking talk! I'll talk!" Jared exclaimed, slamming the papers he had gathered up from the table back down and plopping himself down in one of the chairs. "Look, I haven't said anything because you were so hell bent on doing this thing of yours. I know you think it's what your Uncle Jacob would have wanted but I was a little kid here then. Remember?" "Yeah, I know." "Jared, sell them the land they need to do what that want and keep this part. They don't need all the land. Hell, for less money let them pay to incorporate this place into some design that fits theirs. Why should you have to? That's what Jacob would have done!" Tim said. "Now how do you know that?" Jared asked sarcastically. "Jared, how did you start here?" Tim asked. "As a dirty, gawky, little kid, staying with an aunt and uncle that didn't give a shit about me." Jared replied. "Yeah! But it was a nice place. Lot's of kids. Money to be made, when you found out about it. Safe! Nice, huh?" "Yeah! I guess." "I guess my ass! I love you Jared! I don't plan on spending any of the rest of my life with anyone but you, if you'll have it that way. Let's keep it like it is! Oh, we can make some improvements. We'll have to! But, let the big guys have the lake front and all and we can keep right on here, nestled in the trees and making Jacob happy." Tim said. "Tim, I love you for what you just reminded me of and what you just said. I'll call Mr. Wiley and get him to working on it. Shit! We'll still be rich as hell!" "Yep! And with all that money to pay out for bikes, and Starter Jackets, and all kinds of stuff!" Tim said, and burst out laughing. "I suppose Toby is going to be glad," Jared said. "Oh yes! He's was about ready for the ER thinking it was all going to go away again." "Well, tell you what! You get hold of Toby and tell him that I heard he wants that new Nintendo game pack real bad. Tell him to show up before dinnertime and that he's going to earn it all at once. Tell him to plan on a very sore butt again!" Jared said, and chuckled. "My pleasure, love! I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him. I just love the mixture of excitement and dread at the same time on a boy's face that's about to get fucked clear to his tonsils!" Tim replied, and chuckled as he got up to go find Toby. The End