Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2022 17:14:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: fantasywriter1@aol.com
Subject: "Son Of A Trailer Trash Addict"

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"Son Of A Trailer Trash Addict"

	My name is Carl, and at the time of this story, I was 47 years of
age. At 17, I joined the United States Marine Corps, and 30 years later, I
finally retired. I inherited my home from my parents, who are both
deceased, and over the years, I fixed it up just the way I wanted it. The
property consisted of 3.5 acres, and four years ago, I leased an acre to a
friend, who in turn, created a rundown trailer park. Per our lease
agreement, he pays me $2,500.00 per month, and as long as he continues to
pay me, I don't have any complaints.

	To separate my property from the trailer park, I installed a ten
foot high privacy fence all the way around my backyard. Speaking of my
backyard, it is an oasis one can only dream of. Two years ago, when I knew
I was going to retire, I hired an exterior landscaper to decorate my
backyard with tiki huts all over. My in-ground pool is large, and it's a
saltwater pool because it is better for the skin than the chlorine pools. I
have a super sized hot tub submerged in a cave with flickering torches to
set the mood.

	After 30 years in the Corps, and living on base for all those 30
years, I managed to have saved a rather large nest egg. Also, I was gay,
but very few people knew it. As of now, I stand 6'2", and weigh a muscular
230 pounds. I don't have six pack abs, but my stomach is lean and tight. I
now have a neatly trimmed goatee, and I keep my light brown hair cut real
short.

	With the prices of everything going up, I built a large predator
proof chicken pin, and now have over 50 chickens. I have so many eggs that
I go around and give some to the tenants in the trailer park. I also have
several fruit trees, and a small fruit and vegetable garden. I love being
outside, and being retired, I enjoy spending my days outside. Years ago, I
had a well put in to water the garden, fruit trees, and the pool, not to
mention, all the flowers that adorn my property. Just to avoid a high
electric bill, I installed solar panels for my home, workshop, hot tub, and
pool.

	As it stands right now, everything I have is bought and paid for,
and that's the way I intend on keeping it. It was summer time, and I was
sitting on my front porch drinking my coffee when I saw a young boy ride
his bike up to the first trailer in the park. I knew the woman who lived
there is Kim, and other than the fact that she is loud, and likes to argue
with anyone, I really don't know a whole lot about her. She's always been
pleasant to me, especially when I give her some eggs, fruits, and
vegetables. I watched the boy get off of his bike, and with one shove of
his right shoulder, he went inside the trailer.

	Moments later, he walked outside, looked around, and then hopped
back onto his bike. There was about 50 yards separating us, so at best
guess, I'd say the boy is somewhere around the ages of 12 to 15. The only
thing I could clearly see was his mop of sandy blond hair. I didn't say a
word to him, but watched him as he rode away. Just for the record, the boys
I have been sexually involved with have been in their upper twenties to
early sixties. Also for the record, I'd love to say I have this great big
whopping 10 inch hammer, but that would be a bald face lie. I do have right
at 7.5 inches of cut man beef, and it has some thickness to it. So far,
I've never had anyone complain when I was hammering their ass
senseless. And, speaking of ass, I am definitely a diehard butt man if
there ever was one.

	For the next four days, at the vary same time, I saw the boy park
his bike, and walk into Kim's trailer. He would only be inside for a few
seconds, and then exit. As usual, before getting back on his bike, the boy
looked all around, and that's when I guess he finally saw me sitting on my
porch. I watched him get on his bike, and then make the turn at the head of
the road, and was now riding his bike towards me.

	Since I wasn't expecting any visitors, I was wearing my dark blue
gym shorts, and nothing else. The rode up to the front porch, hopped off,
and while looking at me, asked, "Good morning sir, have you seen the lady
who lives in the first trailer?"

	I replied, "Good morning, and to whom do I have the pleasure in
speaking with who would like to know about the lady that lives in that
trailer?"

	The boy said, "Oh, sorry sir! Name's Daniel, and that lady is my
mom. I was just wondering if you've seen her lately."

	I responded, "Pleased to meet you Daniel, I'm Carl, and I hate to
say it, but I don't keep an eye out for Kim. She comes and goes, but when
she is home, she is usually fussing with someone."

	The boy smiled, and then shot back, "Yeah, she can be kind of loud
at times."

	It was already muggy, and I could see the sweat rolling down his
face, not to mention, I did take the time to check him out, so to
speak. Daniel stood about 5"6", and weighed a proportionate 130 pounds. His
thick eyebrows are the same sandy blond color as the hair on his head, and
his long, upwards curled eyelashes were no different. But, it was his eyes
that caught my attention. They are a mixture of a bluish green, and seemed
to sparkle every time I looked at him. The boy's slender face revealed a
few tiny freckles, and his nose was as small as a button. I could also tell
that he keeps the sides of his hair trimmed just above his little
ears. Since he was wearing shorts, I could see a light spattering of blond
curls on both his shins and his forearms. His thighs were void of any hair
life whatsoever, and since he was wearing a tank top, from what I could see
from the flesh that revealed itself to my eyes, the boy's chest was a
smooth as a baby's bottom, and void of any body hair.

	Something else I should mention about Daniel, and that is this boy
is definitely a head turner. He's downright beautiful every way
imaginable. For a few seconds, I found myself drifting off to a place I had
never been before, and it was a place jam packed with pure perversion. The
jumbled thoughts scrambling around inside my head were thoughts of a sexual
nature, and every single one of them involved young Daniel.

	After I had come back to my senses, I asked, "Would you like a
glass of orange juice?"

	Daniel eagerly accepted, and I had him come up onto the porch. I
had the ceiling fans going, so it would cool him off some. I handed him his
juice, and the boy chugged it down as though he hadn't had anything to
drink in days. I got him another glass, and this time around, he sipped it
while we talked. Even his soft, boyish voice was taking its toll on me, and
once again, the perverted thoughts reentered my head.

	Seeing that Daniel was in no rush to leave, I offered him a tour of
my home, and property. He eagerly accepted, and after showing him the
inside of my home, I took him out back. His eyes lit up as soon as he
stepped out onto the back porch. With excitement in his voice he said,
"Holy cow, this is, is um, beautiful, and you have a pool too, awesome!"

	As I showed him all around the backyard, Daniel kept on referring
to the pool, so I finally asked, "Would you like to go swimming?"

	Daniel looked at the pool, and then at me, and sheepishly said,
"Nah, I don't have anything to wear, but thank you for asking sir."

	The words just sort of slipped out of my mouth, "Well, you can
always wear your underwear!"

	I could tell he was giving it some thought, but came back and said,
"Thank you sir, but I best not right now."

	More out of curiosity than anything else, I asked, "Daniel, how old
are you, that is if you don't mind me asking?"

	He quickly said, "!3, I'm 13 sir!"

	It wasn't too much longer before Daniel rode away. The next
morning, around the same time, Daniel went over to his mom's, and then came
over to me. I invited him onto the porch, and he drank his orange juice
while we talked.  From the looks of him, he was wearing the same clothes he
had worn the day before, but even that couldn't put a dent on his natural
born beauty. After he finished his juice, I asked him if he wanted to go
swimming. I could tell he was pondering over it, but after a few seconds,
Daniel said, "Thank you sir, but I had best be going."

	The following morning, Daniel came straight to my house, and there
we were sitting on my porch sipping orange juice. I did ask him if wanted
some breakfast to which he eagerly said yes. Now, we were in my kitchen, I
was making us some grits, corn beef hash, toast, bacon, and eggs. Just like
the first time he drank the orange juice, Daniel scarfed up the food as if
he hadn't eaten in days.

	The next day, Daniel came over, and he stayed longer this time. He
didn't leave until after I fixed us some lunch, and I didn't mention the
pool at all. I have no idea what I was doing, but I was letting Daniel move
things at his own pace. As each day passed, he was starting to warm up to
me, but nothing remotely close to a sexual nature ever transpired.

	It was nearly two weeks later, and Daniel had been coming over
every day and ate breakfast and lunch, but after eating breakfast this
morning, he inquisitively asked, "Let's say, if I was to go swimming in
just my underwear, nobody would be able to see me, right?"

	I answered, "Nobody but me."

	Daniel asked, "Um, okay, but it's not like I could go home with wet
underwear, now is it?"

	I replied, "No, but I've got a perfectly good dryer that can dry
them for you. While they are in the dryer, you can wear one of my robes, or
just keep the towel around you, whichever you feel the most comfortable
with."

	Daniel wanted to go swimming, so we were out by the pool, and as he
undressed, I could feel my cock start to harden. When he got all the way
down to his underwear, they were old white Fruit-of-the-Looms that had seen
much better days. The hem in the leg openings were pretty much shot, but
overall, seeing the boy stand there in front of me in near nakedness, was
without a doubt, priceless! Just as I had thought, his chest was smooth,
and his stomach was tight and flat. His little pale pink nipples were about
the size of an American nickle. His tiny belly button barely poked inward,
and as hard as my eyes could strain, I saw no goody trail leading from his
belly button dipping down into his worn out underwear. Due to his underwear
being so saggy, I couldn't really make out anything in the crotch at all.

	Earlier, I mentioned that I was a diehard butt man, so when Daniel
turned around so that I was now seeing his backside, I dang near stepped on
my tongue. Even though his underwear were worn and saggy, I could still
clearly see the outline of one hell of a shapely butt. Daniel's butt was
small, but those mounds sculptured by the hands of angels looked like twin
miniature basketballs, and the more I stared at his voluptuous butt, the
more my mouth watered profusely. While my eyes feasted on his butt, Daniel
took a couple of steps, and then dove into the pool. To conceal my
erection, I dove in right behind him.

	I made certain to give him plenty of room so as to not make him
feel as though I was crowding him. We swam for about thirty minutes before
we both ended up in the shallow end. Daniel was sitting on one of the lower
steps so that the water was just above his nipples. I was squatting to his
right, and we were about three feet away from one another. It was then that
Daniel sort of opened up a bit. He mostly talked while I listened.

	What I learned was that he had been in the foster care system since
he was nine. He told me he had ran away from numerous foster homes, and
then elaborated just a bit as to the one he now is currently living in. He
told me the lady was old, and to compensate for her low monthly incomes,
she fosters two kids. The other one in the home is a nine year old girl,
and they each have their own rooms. Daniel says the old lady goes to bed at
7pm every night, and they must go to their rooms, and remain quiet.

	Since he didn't elaborate all that much, I didn't pry into his
foster care living conditions, or experiences. I watched him as he stood
up, and walked up the steps, giving my prying eyes a clear shot of his
butt. He had to hold onto his underwear to prevent them from falling off,
but now that they were wet, his butt was outlined perfectly. I could see
the little crack, and the mouthwatering jutting mounds of heavenly
perfection. When he turned to walk towards the diving board, I was offered
a sneak peek at his crotch. I could just make out the outline of his cut
cock, and from the looks of it, it looked to be an inch long, and the crown
of his cockhead appeared to be somewhat thicker than the flaccid shaft. I
wasn't able to make out his balls due to his underwear being so baggy.

	Daniel dove off the diving board several times, and then swam to
the other end of the pool were I was sitting. The boy was all smiles, and I
must confess, seeing him happy sure did make my heart feel better. He sat
back on one of the lower steps so that the water was once again just above
his nipples, and began speaking, "Foster care sucks big time! You never
know how long you're gonna be at one place before they ship you off to
someplace else. I'm telling you, it sucks!"

	When he took a slight pause, I took that time to interject, "I'm
sure you've seen things that many of us never even dreamed of."

	Daniel took a couple of deep breaths, and while his eyes held mine
into their passionate trance, he replied, "Yeah, probably so! I was at this
one foster home with 3 other foster kids, and the man of the house would
always sneak into our room while we were sleeping, and liked to go around
and smell our butts. As far as I know, he never did anything else, but he
sure got off on sniffing our butts. I was in one foster home, and for
punishment, they wouldn't feed us for days at a time. It didn't take me
long to runaway from there."

	I quickly asked, "Surely you could have told someone within the
system what was going on."

	Shaking his head from side to side, Daniel fired back, "Yeah, like
their gonna give a crap about what some kid says. Man, they don't give a
crap about us. Telling them about how a foster parent treats us goes in one
ear, and straight out of the other ear without anything in between stopping
it. I've learned that much being in the system! I was in this one foster
home with 3 other boys, and the foster parents wouldn't allow us to wear
any clothes inside the home. We had to stay naked at all times, unless we
had to go to school, or somewhere else away from the home. I reckon they
were just perverts who liked looking at naked boys. I know for a fact that
they got reported on, and like always, not a fucking thing happened. After
about two months, I ran away."

	I shot in, "Oh my God, I hate to hear that kind of shit happened to
you."

	Daniel smacked his lips, and then proceeded to speak again, "Man,
that one wasn't shit compared to some of the other shit holes I've had to
stay at. I think I was like 10, and I was at this one home, and the foster
parents already had a son of their own. He was 14 at the time I think. I
had to share a bed with him, and it got to be a common practice where I
would have to suck him off every night, and then he would dump another load
up my ass. That went on for four straight months, but when his mom walked
in us, she blamed me for turning her son into a faggot. To say the least,
they called the social worker, and had me removed from their home
immediately."

	I butted in, "Good God Daniel, I am so sorry you were molested!
That should have never happened to you!"

	The boy just smiled at me, winked, and then said, "Nu uh, cause you
can't rape the willing! As long as I can remember, my mom has been addicted
to drugs. Naturally, she would have all sorts of guys over. I think I was
like seven when it first happened, but mom was zonked out from doing drugs,
and the guy she brought home, well he um, he made me strip naked, and then
he sort of played with my butt for a while. He didn't fuck me, or anything
like that, but he did work a couple of fingers into my butt. Every time
he'd come over, I would strip, and he'd play with my butt. Only once did he
ever suck my dick. But, I already knew I was gay before that ever
happened. When the cops and Depart of Social Services came, and took
custody of me, well uh, my shitty life only got shittier! Hey, enough shit
about me, how about tell me about you? How'd you get a great place like
this?"

	Hearing him talk almost made me cry, so now it was my turn to take
a couple of deep breaths, and I told him my story, except the part about
being gay. He listened with intent to every word I spoke, and when I was
done, Daniel looked at me, and completely floored me when he said, "So, I
take it you're gay too! Hey, I'm cool with that, and as far as I'm
concerned, it's no big deal! I like coming over here visiting you, cause
you don't treat me like some outcast, and that's pretty much how I've been
treated my whole life. I keep coming over checking on my mom, and I expect
one day to see her overdosed, or someone murdered her. I hate to say it
like that, but it is what it is. She loves drugs more than life itself, and
I'm smart enough to know she's never gonna change."

	After we got out of the pool, I showed Daniel to my shower, and
placed an extra robe on the hook, and told him to sling his underwear on
the floor near the door, and I would dry them. When he yelled okay, I
opened the bathroom door, and picked up his underwear, and put it in the
dryer.

	While Daniel was in one shower, I went into the other and
showered. I wore my gym shorts, and we met up in the kitchen. The robe he
was wearing naturally engulfed his entire body. We sat around the kitchen
table drinking sweet tea, and talking about life in general. Daniel, being
somewhat straight forward said, "Earlier, when I said you were gay, you
didn't deny it at all. I already told you I'm gay, and if you are gay, that
still doesn't change a thing. I'd still like to come visit you, and if you
don't mind, go swimming."

	In response, I humbly spoke, "No, I didn't deny it on account of it
being true. For 30 years in the Marine Corps, I've had to hide that fact,
and I guess, I'm still lurking in the shadows hiding it."

	Daniel took a swig of tea, and then said, "Do me a favor, and at
least while we're together, just be yourself. You don't have to hide shit
from me. Trust me, I've probably already done it, and seen it too. I think
it's way cool you're gay! I mean, dude, you're built like a brick
shithouse! That reminds me of one of the foster kids I used to hang around
at one of the homes. He was 16, and I was 11. He took me to the side one
day, and told me something I will never forget. He said, "Daniel, there's
two things in life you're never gonna be able to keep, and the first one is
your looks, and the second is your youth. You need to use them while you
can, cause one day you're gonna wake up, and that time will be nothing more
than a faded memory." I remember him telling me that as if it were
yesterday. I took him up on that, and sort of lived my life that way. I've
sucked cocks just to get something to eat, and I've bent over for a man's
cock just so he wouldn't beat me to a pulp. I've done things I'm not proud
of, but I don't have any regrets either. So, maybe it's time you start
living your life being you, and not pretending to be someone you are not. I
know this sounds like big talk coming from a 13 year old boy, but when
you've had to live like I have had to live, you sort of grow up pretty damn
quick!"

	Once his underwear was dry, he went into the bathroom, and put them
on. Nothing happened after that, other than the fact that I watched him
ride his bike until I could no longer see him. I sat in my recliner, and
couldn't stop thinking about him. I just couldn't imagine how horrible his
life has been, and all the things he had to do in order to survive. Now, I
could feel the tears dropping from my eyes.

	The next morning, like clock work, Daniel came to visit me. After
breakfast, and since he was still wearing the same clothes, I asked him to
take a ride with me. To make a long story short, I bought him some shirts,
shorts, socks, and underwear, and some various other items. I also
purchased him a couple of bathing suits, and while he was trying on the
bathing suits, and just to see if he would actually try them on, and show
me how they fit, I handed him a skimpy thing bikini. Imagine my surprise
when he exited out of the dressing room, and modeled the thong bikini to
me. His crotch was definitely on full display, and I was speechless as I
stared at it. The thin material barely was able to contain his flaccid
cock, and since they were low cut, I could just barely see a few blondish
brown curls slipping out just above the top hem. When he spun around, I
damn near fainted as my eyes zeroed in on his unblemished perfectly shaped
ass. Those creamy smooth mounds must have been sculptured by the hands of
skilled angels, or perhaps, God himself.

	Daniel turned back around, and while smiling from ear to ear, he
asked, "Well, what do you think?"

	I could feel the drool escaping out of my mouth as I replied,
"Perfect, looks absofuckinglutely perfect to me!"

	When we got back to my house, Daniel surprised me by giving me a
hug, and thanking me for the clothes. He went into one bedroom while I went
in mine. I put on my bathing suit, and met Daniel in the hallway, and was
surprised to see him wearing the thong bikini.

	For the next couple of days, we did the same thing as usual. He
would come over, eat breakfast, swim until noon, and I would fix us some
lunch, and he would leave around 4pm to go home. The next day while we were
out in the pool, Daniel made a comment that sort of caught me completely by
surprise, "If I lived here, I'd be naked all the time! You can be out in
your backyard bare ass naked, and not a living soul could see you! Carl, do
you ever walk around out here naked?"

	I answered, "Yeah, all the time, that is, when I don't have a guest
over."

	Daniel fired back, "So, if I wasn't here right now, you'd more than
likely be naked, is that right?"

	I replied, "Out of respect for you, when you are here, I put
something on, but you are 100% correct though. If you were not here, I
would be stark naked."

	I watched as he propelled himself backwards, and while at the deep
end of the pool, I saw his thong bikini fly into the air, landing soundly
onto one of the lounge chairs. Daniel was smiling as he said, "Fucking A
Carl, I'm free, finally fucking free! C'mon, be free with me, and get out
of those trunks."

	He was too far away for me to see his now naked body, but hearing
his soft commanding voice enacted my smaller brain located in my hard
throbbing cock, and without so much as thinking, I saw my own trunks fly
into the air. The adult side of my brain told me it was dead wrong to be
buck ass naked in the pool with a naked 13 year old boy, but the brain
controlling my hard cock told me something completely different. We swam
around for a few minutes, and at first, we sort of kept our distance, but
that too didn't last long.

	Daniel had swam underwater all the way up to me, and when he
surfaced and flung the water out of his face, our eyes met, and he
energetically said, "Damn Carl, that's one big ass fucking cock you got
there!"

	I gave him my thanks, and when my eyes looked into the water in
front of him, low and behold, they came in contact with his own teenaged
pride and joy. It looked to be close to five inches long, and kind of on
the slender side. The proud mushroom shaped cockhead was a little thicker
than the creamy colored shaft. The boy's cock was jutting upwards at a
perfect 45 degree angle. Just by looking at it, I wanted to submerge
myself, and swallow that beauty for all I was worth, and then some.

	But, it was Daniel who made the first move as I felt his hands
gently grasp my throbbing manhood. I immediately said, "Daniel, we
shouldn't be doing this!"

	Looking down at my cock, Daniel replied, "Yeah, yeah, I know! It's
the age thing, and I've heard that plenty of times! (His eyes met mine)
Look, for starters, I ain't no fucking rat! The foster home I was at before
they stuck me with the old lady, the guy's wife walked in on us as the man,
her husband, was wearing my ass out. The bitch went and called the cops,
but I told him to stick with the story that we were play wrestling. The
cops grilled me for a couple of hours, but I stuck to the story. The man
walked free, and I got placed where I am not at. I'm living in the fucking
system, and know how the game is played. Trust me Carl, I won't ever tell a
single soul!"

	Now, one hand was on my cock, and the other was cupping and
caressing my bloated balls. Once again, Daniel softly spoke, "Mmmmmmm, your
balls feel soooooooooooo full!"

	I wasn't even aware of the fact that Daniel was using my cock and
balls to guide me over to the steps, and now I was basically walking up the
steps backwards to the point that he had me sitting on the side of the
pool, and the boy was kneeling on one of the steps between my spread
legs. My hands held my upper body in place by stretching out behind me, and
the next thing I felt was his hot mouth as it enclosed over my precum
dripping cockhead. Daniel actually whimpered as he definitely got a good
mouthful of my precum.

	Okay, I could tell this wasn't his first cock he had ever sucked,
and as his mouth and tongue whipped up and down on my meat, his left hand
caressed and softly tugged on my balls. He tried to stuff all 7.5 inches
into his mouth, but gagged several times. My cock was just too thick, but
he was able to suck a good three inches of man meat while his right hand
squeezed and caressed my shaft.

	I guess I had been too worked up, because in less than three
minutes, I did my best to warn him, but the boy wouldn't stop working on my
soon to be erupting cock. I heard myself grunt and moan as the first
cannonball of cum departed my cock, slamming itself with force into the
boy's mouth. Several rapid bursts of long ropy strands of thick cum
followed, and I could hear the boy swallow while his mouth and tongue still
made love to my cum exploding cock.

	Daniel had successfully milked my cock dry, and then allowed it to
slip out of his mouth. I was seeing stars, but heard his say, "Mmmmmmm,
mmmmmmm, now that's what I call a whopping load, and it's delicious too!
Thanks Carl, I really needed that!"

	When I came back to my senses, and saw his gorgeous face, something
inside me snapped, and I hoisted him up, and sat him down onto the edge of
the pool. My mouth instinctively went for his cock, and as my mouth bobbed
up and down, my tongue was swirling all around. Now I could finally see his
balls, and they were tightly withdrawn in one shiny hairless sac, and both
about the size of a pecan. His cock felt right at home sliding in and out
of my mouth, and while I sucked his cock, Daniel was rubbing all over my
head moaning and whimpering like crazy.

	My fingers danced a joyous tune all over his silky smooth balls,
and I had only been sucking his cock for a little over a minute when he
grunted, and in a whispering soft voice, cried out, "I'm ummmmmmm,
cuuuummmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg!"

	The first thick glob smacked the hell out of the roof of my mouth,
and a series of rapid bursts ensued. I was really wanting to trap all of
his cum so I could take my time nurturing it down my throat, but several
thick cum ropes later, I realized my mouth could only hold so much, and the
boy's cock didn't act like it was letting up any time soon. So, with that
being said, I gulped down my first sampling, and felt the goose bumps pop
up all over my body as to the overall delicacy of the teen cream I was now
dining on. There was just a hint of salt flavoring to it, but other than
that, it really didn't have much of a taste at all.

	I sucked and swallowed until the last droplet of cum was now
gliding down my throat. With a loud pop, I released his cock from my
mouth's perverted clutch, and then sat down beside him on the edge of the
pool, on his right. I looked at him, and he looked like he was still in
somewhat of a fog, and then stated, "Dang Daniel, your cum is fucking
delicious! Whew, and I can honestly say for a fact that you shoot one hell
of a large load, but don't get me wrong, cause I'm not complaining at all!"

	That was pretty much the only action for that day, and the next
day, Daniel came over early that morning, and after breakfast, he went into
the bedroom to change in order to go swimming. I put on my swimming trunks,
and as I walked out into the hall there was Daniel standing before me in
all his naked glory. He looked at me, smiled, and then said, "It's not like
we haven't already seen each other naked, so I figured there was no need to
wear any trunks."

	I agreed, and took mine off. We were in the pool for about ten
minutes when Daniel swam up to me, and asked, "Do you have any regrets for
what we did yesterday?"

	I replied, "I know it was something we shouldn't have done, but no,
I don't have any regrets at all. Do you, do you have any regrets?"

	Daniel was all smiles as he quickly replied, "Oh hell no, but there
is something I've been wanting to do."

	Before I could respond, he wrapped his arms around my neck, and
planted his mouth on mine. I felt his tongue slide into mine, and mine
automatically shot into his. I walked us to the steps, and when I sat down,
Daniel was on my lap, and we were still locked into one very passionate
tongue sucking kiss. My hands caressed his silky smooth butt cheeks while
my fingertips occasionally dipped inside his spread crack, and rubbed his
butthole. Each time my fingertips caressed his asshole, Daniel would grunt
and moan, so I knew that his asshole was definitely one of his hot spots.

	Just going by the feel of my fingertips, I didn't feel any hairs
inside his crack at all. It was vibrantly smooth, and soothing to the
touch. When our kiss broke, Daniel whispered, "Let's go inside!"

	After going inside, we ended up in my bedroom, and I simply
couldn't resist temptation any longer. I flipped him upside down, and
placed his upper body onto the bed while pinning his knees beyond his ears,
and over his head. Now, now I was glaring directly at his little
rosebud. His butthole was small, and had a light hint of brownish
tint. Without having the need for a thought process, I soon found my nose
pressing directly on his butthole, and breathing in one very super clean,
spine tingling, scent. It smelled of faint lavender, and after sniffing it
for a few seconds, my tongue joined in, and began slithering all over it.

	As soon as my tongue struck his upturned asshole, Daniel came
alive. He was flinging his head from side to side, while constantly huffing
and puffing, and whimpering. Soon, Daniel cried out, "Yes, yes,
yesssssssssssss, eat my ass, eat it, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkk,
eat my asssssssssssssssss!"

	Oddly enough, the fact that I was hungrily feasting on a 13 year
old boy's ass never once crossed my mind. My eyes did verify what my
asshole caressing fingertips informed of earlier, and that is, the boy's
butt is completely hairless. But, right now, I was more focused on tonguing
his delicious asshole with a fiery passion. It didn't take long before my
tongue must have said the magic word, cause Daniel's sealed anus opened,
and allowed my tongue to freely travel to its deepest depth.

	The heat inside the boy's ass was hotter than anything else my
tongue had ever encountered, and then I felt his powerful anal muscles as
they collided with my tongue, squeezing and sucking it as if to pull it
deeper inside his anal realm. I've eaten a lot of asses in my day, but I
can honestly say that the ass my tongue was now dwelling in was by far the
very best! I have no clue as to how long I ate out his delicious ass, but
eventually it was Daniel who wanted something else, because he yelled, "Now
Carl, nooooooowwwwwwwww! Put it in me, fuck me, fuck my ass Carl, oh shit,
fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee!"

	With just my precum, and some spit, I stuck my cockhead on his
asshole, and pushed. It took several attempts, but finally my cockhead
forced its way inside his oven like anal chamber. Once the head gained
entry, Daniel screamed bloody murder, so I asked, "Do you want me to pull
it out?"

	Daniel screamed while slinging his head from right to left, "No,
no, fuck NO! Oh fuck Carl, it's so fucking big! Go on, go on Carl, and give
me all of your cock!"

	The deeper my cock dove into his anal canal, the more Daniel
screamed. He was biting his bottom lip, hissing, and whimpering, all at the
same time, but I kept on until I bottomed out. I now had all 7.5 inches of
thick man beef lodged inside his anal oven, and was doing my best to stay
still so he could get used to it being inside his ass. He looked at me,
grit his teeth, and then yelled, "Give it to me, fuck my ass Carl, oh fuck,
just go on and uh, uh, fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
asssssssssssssssss!"

	If I had any thought process remaining at all, when he screamed
those words, they immediately left my brain, cause now I was in full
fledged beast mode. The gut wrenching sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed
throughout my room as I fired my cock into his ass with sheer mindless
brutality. I honestly don't recall ever fucking anyone like I was now doing
to young Daniel. But, the harder I whipped my cock in and out of his ass,
the more he seemed to be loving it.

	His arms were trapped under his thighs, and after a good 10 minutes
of savagely fucking his ass, I watched his cock unleash rope after rope of
cum, and the first three bursts landed directly into his open, and panting,
mouth. Well, seeing that was all it took for my own cock to jump in on the
action, and now I was sending huge globs of cum even deeper up his anal
highway.

	What was somewhat of a surprise to me, but after I had fucked the
last cum droplet out, my cock was still as hard as a brick, so I continued
assaulting his ass like a runaway freight train. It was as though I was
blind with a fury I didn't even know I had. My cock was hammering his ass
fast and furiously, and I could tell that Daniel was now somewhere deep
within a world he, and only he, knew about. The boy was steadily making
soft humming sounds while I was literally brutalizing his ass with my
ramrodding cock.

	A long while later, I saw Daniel's cock shoot out about four quick
spurts of teen honey, and as they departed his cock, the boy's anal muscles
went ballistic on my ass shredding cock. Daniel was making all sorts of
sounds, and I was too I guess, but moments after he had shot his load, my
own orgasm snuck up on me without so much as a warning. I could hear myself
whimpering as my cum rocketed out of my cock, and I kept on plowing his ass
until my limp cock slipped completely out.

	I lay down beside him, on his right side, and I was gasping for
some well needed oxygen. Minutes later, I rolled onto my left side so I
could stare at his breathtaking beauty. Daniel was still deeply rooted
somewhere within his own little world. I must have stayed in that position
for nearly ten minutes before Daniel started slowly coming back around.

	I watched his eyes rapidly blink, obviously trying to get them to
focus. When he could finally see clearly, he rolled his head to his right,
and our eyes met. He smiled, and his voice cracked as he said, "Ohhhhhhhhhh
Carl, that was amazing! Oh my God, you rocked my world! You sent me in a
head space I had never been before! Wow, now that was something, something
very, very, special!"

	After we had something to eat, and while still in the kitchen, I
picked him up, sat him down on top of the kitchen counter, and went back to
work eating out his highly addictive delicious ass. At some point, I
rotated from sucking his cock, gnawing on his balls, to eating out his
ass. I kept this up for well over an hour and a half, and then finished it
off by drinking every ounce of his cum he could offer. While he was still
panting, I picked him up, and carried him into the living room where I put
him face down into the seat of my recliner. His knees were now resting on
both of the armrests, and I was easing my cock into his rectum.

	No sooner had I hit bottom did I go back into beast mode, and was
now fucking the boy's ass like some wild brainless maniac. My thrashing and
thrusting took me close to twenty minutes before my cum was now being
torpedoed into his bowels. I didn't stop until my spent cock fucked itself
into limp mode, and then it finally slipped right out of his anal clutches.

	For the next two weeks straight, every day Daniel would come over,
and instead of eating breakfast, and then going to the pool, we would have
full blown sex. The boy loved sucking a hard cock almost as much as I do,
and I took every chance I could get to dine on his delicious ass. We had
reached a point that from the time he walked in, to the time he had to
leave, I fucked his hot little ass on average of four times per day. When
my cock wasn't in his ass, my tongue sure the hell was!

	By this time, Daniel and I had become closer than ever, and I'm not
certain who said it first, but we started saying, "I love you," on a
regular basis. When the boy wasn't in my home, he was all I could think
about. When he was in my home, we were both naked, and conducting some form
of sexual activity. We had made love not only in my home, but damn near
everywhere outside as well, including my workshop. Daniel's favorite thing
in my workshop was placing two sawhorses at an angle so that one end would
meet the other, and the two rear were spread wide. He would hop up on them,
straddled his legs to the rear, and I would have a wide open shot at his
widely spread ass.

	It was on a Thursday morning, and Daniel and I had just finished
having our first sexual episode of the day when the front doorbell rang. We
both scampered to get dressed, and he stayed in the kitchen while I
answered the door. Upon opening the door, I was greeted with two police
officers. Naturally, my heart sank to the bottom of my feet, but then the
one officer asked, "Sir, I had to disturb you, but are you familiar with
Kimberly Anne Jones?"

	On one aspect, I felt mighty relieved, but in response to his
question, I answered, "No sir, that name doesn't ring a bell officer."

	He then followed up saying, "This lady lived in the trailer
(pointing at Daniel's mom's trailer.) right there."

	I immediately replied, "Oh yes, I just know her as Kim."

	He asked me a few more questions, and then finally said, "We are
just trying to find her next of kin, because she apparently overdosed last
night."

	Like an idiot, I came back with, "Oh my God, is she alright?"

	The officer answered, "No sir, she is deceased!"

	After they left, I walked into the kitchen, and Daniel was leaning
up against the counter by the sink. Looking into his eyes, I said, "I am so
sorry Daniel!"

	He wasn't crying, nor was his eyes tearing up as he replied, "I
figured as much, and now, now I am royally fucked!"

	I asked, "How are you fucked?"

	Daniel fired back, "I knew I would never be released back into her
custody, but now that she's dead, and may God have mercy on her soul, but
now I am a permanent ward of the state, and that right there alone fucks
me!"

	I walked over to him, and we hugged for a long time. Still, the boy
never shed a tear. I spent the next couple of days jumping through all of
the hoops in order to pay to have her body cremated. There was a small
ceremony in which Daniel and I were the only two people there except the
pastor.

	A day after we had his mom cremated, Daniel and I went back to
having sex four and five times per day. It was on a Monday afternoon, and
Daniel had just left to go home when the phone rang. It was an old friend
of mine who wanted me to meet him at a local restaurant for dinner. His
name is Jack, and we have known each other for many years now. Jack knows I
am gay, and I know Jack is gay. We have never had sex with one another, but
we do enjoy each others company.

	Jack and I were eating, and I knew Jack was a judge, but not sure
of which court. I told him all about Daniel, excluding our sexual hunger
for one another, and when I finished speaking, Jack said, "Well Carl, I
just might be able to help you out on this one, after all, I am a family
court judge. I will make a few calls in the morning, and get back to
you. Just so I'm clear on this, you are saying that you would like to adopt
Daniel, is that correct?"

	I reaffirmed my decision to adopt Daniel, and after we finished
eating, Jack assured me that he would call me later tomorrow. I didn't want
to say anything to Daniel just yet, because the last thing I wanted to do
was tell him what I was up to, but not being able to make it happen. The
boy had already gone through way too much in his young life.

	The next day, and it was around 2:00pm, and I had just deposited a
large load of cum inside Daniel's ass when Jack called. He told me to
expect Wanda Riley, Daniel's Social Worker, over at 10am in the morning. He
also told me I need to give her a copy of my retirement letter, and lease
agreement for the trailer park in order to establish monthly earnings. Jack
further told me to make sure I had plenty of food in the house, especially
the refrigerator. It seems as though Wanda was going to inspect my house
and property to see if it would be a proper place for Daniel to live, as
well as to whether or not I would be able to afford him.

	I had to let Daniel know about the meeting tomorrow, but I elected
not to tell him who was coming over. He said he would swing by around
noon. The following morning, at 10:07, Wanda was at my doorstep. She was
pleasant enough, and I gave her a tour of my home, and then we went to my
backyard. Without bragging too much, I could tell she loved my backyard
just by the look on her face. I showed her my workshop, and the additional
refrigerator and freezer stocked with various foods, and then we went back
inside where she inspected my refrigerator and freezer for food.

	We were sitting at my kitchen table, and I handed her copies of my
military retirement, and lease agreement. She looked at how much I make per
month, and then jotted it down in her notebook. She inquired about my
bills, and I informed her that everything I have is paid for, and only have
the utilities to tend to. I showed her a copy of my water and electric
bill, and she inquired as to why I was receiving a check for my electric
bill. I informed her that I used solar and wind power for everything, and
usually receive a check from the power company each month.

	She looked me square into the eyes, and then spoke, "Look sir,
Daniel is a very special case. He's been in numerous foster care homes for
a long time now, and now that his mother is deceased, I am not sure you
know what you are getting yourself into. Daniel is um, let's say, a very
unique boy! My job is to look after his well being, and now I must ask you
why you would want to adopt him, I mean, you are single, so I just have to
make sure that you will be a proper fit for him, and that his safety is the
utmost priority. I'm sure can understand where I am coming from, can't you?
The boy is 13, and his hormones are probably in overdrive! I just have to
be sold on the fact that you can take care of Daniel, that's all!"

	I have to admit, hearing all that she had just said sort of pissed
me the fuck off, and I had to take a few seconds, swallow my pride, and
then replied, "I understand your position is a difficult one! You are
absolutely correct ma'am, I am single! That boy has been dealt a real
shitty hand in life, and ever since he's been in the foster care system,
he's experienced one trauma after another, and you know exactly what I mean
by that! I'm looking to give the boy a life, a life that will provide him a
chance to succeed in this world. Right now, the way things are going, the
boy doesn't have a shot in hell of ever achieving anything! He is being set
up to fail, and we both know it! Like I said, I just want to give him the
best this life can provide! As far as his safety goes, ma'am, and you need
to pay close attention, but as far as Daniel's safety is concerned, I'll be
damned if I let anyone ever hurt him ever again! He's been through too much
in his young life, and I think we both can agree on that! Ma'am, I know you
have to do your job, and I get it, but why don't you go and ask Daniel if
he'd like to live here with me. I'm certain he'd be elated to live here!
Just knowing he would never be shipped off to another awful foster home
ever again would probably be the best news he's had in a long, long time!
Here, he has his own bedroom, own bathroom, and as you have already
checked, plenty of food to eat. He will never again have to go to bed
hungry, or worry about whether or not somebody is going to molest him. Yes,
I know all about some of the horror he has been through, and am more than
willing to adopt him. Now, it's up to you to decide whether or not my home,
and me, are good enough for him!"

	I'll give her credit. She sat there and listened to every word I
said, and then nodded her head while saying, "I didn't mean to get you
upset, but I do have a job to do. I will be talking to Daniel, and just
between us, from all I have seen here today, and after having spoken with
you, and hearing the passion in which you speak about Daniel, I have no
problem whatsoever giving your adoption of Daniel my blessings, and I will
be forwarding my findings to the judge later today. Now, I have to go and
meet up with Daniel. Oh, after I speak with Daniel, do I have your
permission to call you, and report to you what Daniel thinks about all of
this?"

	I gave her my permission to give me a call, and then she left to go
on her way to speak with Daniel. I had my cell phone in my hand as I paced
throughout the house. It was right at 11:20 when my cell phone rang, and it
was Wanda, and this is what she said, "I must say, after speaking with
Daniel, he is very excited at the opportunity to live with you. He told me
you had purchased him some clothes, and some other things, and when I asked
him what he thought about your home and property, Daniel referred to it as
heaven, that's right Carl, he called your home and property heaven! I am on
my way to see the judge, and report my findings. Per the judge, he will be
expediting this matter, so my guess is that he will be calling you directly
to let you know when you and Daniel can report to the courtroom."

	I had just got off the phone with her when Daniel came running into
the house, and hugged me with all his might. He looked up into my eyes, and
with that angelic boyish voice of his asked, "Oh my God Carl, can this
really be happening? Can it? Can I live here for the rest of my life, with
you, just the two of us? Please tell me I'm not dreaming; please tell me
all of this is true Carl, please!"

	I confirmed that I was doing my best to make this happen, but we
still have to go talk with the judge in order to make it
official. Thankfully, the judge is a friend of mine, and now I am waiting
for him to give me a call so I know when our court date is. I tried to
conceal my own excitement while also trying not to elevate his just in case
things didn't work out.

	We kissed long and hard, and as we kissed, we stripped each others
clothes off. Up until it was time for him to leave, we made passionate love
throughout dang near every room in the house. Just as Daniel was fixing to
leave, Jack called and informed me that our court date was this Thursday,
at 9:00am. He also let me know, per policy, Wanda would be picking up
Daniel, and bringing him to the court house.

	I let Daniel know this, and we kissed once more before he left to
go back to where he is currently staying. Thursday morning finally came,
and I was sitting in the courtroom all by myself when Jack came out wearing
his black robe, and sat down in the judge's chair. He had me come to the
front, and once I was standing behind the podium, in walked Wanda, and
Daniel. As soon as Daniel saw me, his eyes lit up, and he was all smiles.

	Jack got the court proceedings underway by asking me several
questions, and then when he was done with me, he asked Wanda numerous
questions. When he finished with Wanda, Jack looked over at Daniel, and
then asked, "So Daniel, what do you make of all this?"

	Daniel took a couple of deep breaths, and then stepped up in front
of the microphone, and said, "Home sir, it sounds like I just might finally
have a place where I can call home, and be around someone who loves me for
me sir."

	Jack then asked, "What do you think of Carl?"

	Daniel glanced over at me, and then spoke into the microphone while
looking at Jack, "Sir, Carl is a good man, and I can't think of anyone
better who could be more of a positive role model. Sir, I know all of this
is about me and my well being, and I understand why we are here today, but
there's something you should know your honor, and that is I've had a really
bad life up till now. Unless you've walked where I've walked, you really
can't understand. To never know how long you'll be able to stay at a place
before you get sent off to some place else is kind of grueling. I've had to
go to bed hungry more times than I care to think about, and had to do
things I normally would never do just to try and make it through the
day. Now, I have an opportunity to see what life is all about in more of a
normal setting like most kids already get to enjoy. That's something I've
never really go to experience sir. Even before I was placed in foster care,
and for as long as I can remember, my mom has always been a drug addict,
and we had to constantly move. Now, with Carl sir, I can have the one thing
I've never had before, and that's a home sir, an honest to God home your
honor! I am begging you sir to please grant me the one wish, a wish that I
can finally have a place where I can call home sir, please your honor, I'm
begging you sir!"

	Daniel's voice had started to crack, and tears were rolling down
his face, and once he was done, Jack looked at me, and then to Daniel, back
and forth for several agonizing seconds. Then, Jack cleared his throat, and
his voice started cracking as he spoke while his eyes started watering,
"Son, I can't make amends as to your unfortunate past, and it's a past
that's seen things I don't even want to think about. I thank you for being
here today, and taking a stand towards your future. (Jack looked at me)
Carl, you served this great country for 30 years in the Marine Corps, and I
will also take that into consideration. You have made some great sacrifices
for your country, and those too shall not go unforgotten! I have reviewed
Wanda's report, and it gives me great pleasure to officially honor this
adoption. Congratulations to both of you, and Wanda will take Daniel back
to the foster home, and gather his things, and then bring Daniel to his new
permanent home. This is the order of the court!"

	Wanda piped in, "Your honor, if it pleases the court. I have
already had Daniel pack his belongings, and if it pleases the court, Daniel
can go to his new home with Carl."

	Jack smiled, and said, "So it shall be done! Daniel, gather your
belongings, and start living life to the fullest with Carl!"

	We left the courthouse together, and hid our excitement until I
parked my truck. After getting out of the truck, we kissed passionately for
several minutes before going into our home. I helped Daniel unpack his few
belongings, and we spent the remainder of the day making love. That night,
out of celebration, we grilled some thick steaks and baked potatoes, and
after we ate, we went to the hot tub, and it wasn't long after we got in, I
had him bent over the side, and I was plowing his ass hard and heavy.

	While in the hot tub, I deposited two loads up his ass before we
got out, and went inside. Daniel went straight to the toilet while I was
taking a shower. Moments later, his angelic voice kind of startled me when
he said, "There is something I would like to try, but you gotta trust me
first!"

	I turned to look at him, smiled, and replied, "Of course I trust
you!"

	Daniel had a shit eating grin on his face as he said, "Okay then!
You'll need to get on your knees facing me, and tilt your head slightly
backwards, but you gotta have your mouth wide open!"

	I cut the water off, and got into the position he wanted, and with
my eyes closed, I waited for whatever was to happen next. I felt the warmth
of a small liquid strike my chest, and then another as it struck my
stomach. I didn't flinch at all, and held my position as best as I
could. That's when it happened! I felt the hot stream strike my upper lip,
and then the next stream landed into my mouth. I not only could hear the
splashing sound, but felt it as more and more of the hot liquid shot into
my open mouth. It had gotten to the point that I needed to make room for
more, so I opened my throat, and tasted the hot liquid. It was kind of
salty, but not at all too bad, so I gulped down some more.

	It didn't take me long to realize that Daniel was pissing. Up to
this very point in time, I had never contemplated drinking anyone's piss
before, but now that I was drinking his, I came to the overall conclusion
that it really wasn't bad at all. In fact, I sort of liked the taste,
especially knowing it was coming straight from Daniel. He fed me all of his
hot piss, and except for the portions that didn't make it to my mouth, I
drank it all up.

	Daniel slipped by me, and was now kneeling with his head tilted
back, arms behind his back, and his mouth was wide open. I stood up, angled
my limp cock over his mouth, and started straining to force my bladder
valve to open. At first, not even a drop of piss would come out, but then
two small spurts shot into his mouth, and then my valve opened up, and now,
now I was pissing a stream into the boy's open mouth, and I could hear him
swallowing repeatedly. He did gag a few times, and some of my piss slipped
out of his mouth, and down his throat and stomach. Nevertheless, Daniel
hung in there until I was finished.

	He stood up, looked up at me and smiled, and then said, "Holy fuck
Carl, we just drank each others piss! Now that's what I call hot!"

	Fast forwarding just a tad, but ten years later, and now Daniel is
23, and I am 57, and our love for one another hasn't dwindled a bit. We
still live in the same house, and four years ago, my friend signed over the
trailer park to me. Since that time, we have updated the trailer park, and
it is no longer a slum. Our days are spent side by side, and as far as sex
goes, that's an all the time thing with us.


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Shawn