A Calm Before the Storm

Alan in Heat – A Calm Before the Storm, a short story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This is part twenty six of a series of short stories.

This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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I walked out to greet Alan and his mama as soon as I heard them pull up in the driveway beside the trailer. Stepping out onto the porch, I spotted the little boy sleeping soundly with his head resting against the window. His serious expression was adorable, his bare chest heaving in and out while his mama turned the old car off and opened her door. I greeted her with a kiss, then she hooked my arm and accompanied me to the passenger side, where I carefully opened the door and unfastened Alan's seatbelt. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of white briefs that were tented out in the front. The smell of ass juice and piss was incredibly strong, pouring into my nostrils like steam as soon as I knelt down to undo his seat belt. As soon as his seatbelt was off, I caressed his forehead, wiping away a film of sweat that head beaded up just below his stringy bangs while his body recovered from the enjoyable cock fest he had been on all morning.

Disregarding the strong odor that was rolling off of his young body, I hoisted him up into my arms so that I could carry him inside. As soon as I picked him up, I planted a kiss on his cheek while he clung to me with his legs and laid his head on my meaty shoulder. The seat of his underwear was matted with a thick smear of cum that has seeped through and was now soaking my forearm, which I was using to support his bottom.

“Hey partner, are you all tuckered out?” I asked gently, and he nodded with a tired groan while I rubbed his back and turned to his mama, who had gone to the truck to retrieve a plastic bag containing his pissy clothes.

“What happened to his shorts and shirt?” I asked, watching as she dutifully pulled his soiled clothes out and closed the trunk.

“He pissed his pants while he was sucking dick,” she said with an amused smile. “He got so worked up that he lost control.”

I planted another kiss on Alan's soft cheek, taking note of his swollen, cum crusted lips. He responded by wrapping his arms tight around my shoulders, snoring lightly into my neck while I carried him into the trailer. When we got inside, I carried the little boy through the trailer with me as I followed his mama, who made a beeline for the washer and dryer. As soon as she dropped his wet clothes into the washer, she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and eased them off of his hips. Alan cooperated by unwinding his legs from my body, allowing her to pull them all the way off, then she tossed them into the wash and started the cycle.

When we made it back to the living area, she took her sleeping son out of my arms, planting a kiss on his cheek and talking gently to him while she rocked him back and forth.

“This little boy got his fill this morning,” she told me, then she nuzzled her cheek into his and said, “Didn't you, honey?”

“Yes mama,” he said softly while a smile spread out across his face.

“Mama needs to clean you up, Alan,” she told him, and he responded by letting loose with another yawn. “After that, would you like to sit with mama and Derek in the living area, or should mama tuck you in for a nap?”

“I want to sit with you and Derek,” he whined, prompting his mama to place her palm over his opened crevice and sigh.

“Your boy pussy feels like it's cooled off, honey,” she said with a smile. “Let's get you cleaned up. Then we can visit and we'll tell Derek all about the big cocks that you serviced today.”

“Okay, mommy,” Alan lisped softly.

“How about if mama takes you to the bathroom so you can pee?”

Alan nodded again, this time through a long yawn, then he raised his head from his mama's shoulder and smiled shyly at me. Planting a kiss on his cheek, his mama dutifully carried him to the bathroom and set him down on the toilet. While he was relieving himself, we went into his bedroom, where she straightened up his disheveled bed sheets and spread his blanket out. We shared a smile when we heard Alan let loose with a stream of pee that carried on for an extended period of time, then she leaned into me and we shared a long, tongue filled kiss as thoughts of dominating her in bed filled my mind. We broke our kiss when we heard the last shots of Alan's piss stream hit the water, then he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, much to the surprise of both his mama and I.

When he wandered into his room, his mama sat on the side of his bed and patted it, urging him to lay flat while she retrieved a wet wash cloth. His little pecker was hard as steel, but he looked exhausted. I leaned down and planted a loving kiss on the end of his nose, earning me a sweet, sleepy smile from the little boy while his mama instructed him to lift his legs. We watched while she ran the wash cloth all over his little cock and balls, then into his ass crack, where she wiped away the accumulated cum. She got up and walked out of the room momentarily, returning with a second wash cloth that she used to give his well fucked boy pussy a once over.

“Do you want mama to put you in some undies, baby?” she asked, and Alan shook his head no with a warm smile. He still looked exhausted, so I took the initiative and picked him up so that I could carry him back out to the living area. As I carried him through the trailer, he gave me a long, affectionate hug while I rubbed the warm skin on his back. When we got to the living area, Alan reached out for his mama again, so I handed him off to her and watched as he clung to her with his arms and his legs.

“I love you, mama,” he said into her neck, hugging her tightly.

“I love you too, sweetie,” she answered, running her fingertips through his stringy hair. “Do you think you're ready to get down so we can sit with Derek?”

“Okay,” he agreed, then his mama put him on his feet. I held my arms out for him, and with a cute smile, he let me lift him up into my lap and cuddle him close.

“I heard you sucked a lot of really big dicks this morning, pal,” I told him, and he nodded his answer.

“I felt really horny this morning, Derek,” he told me, and I smiled sympathetically and nodded.

“I know that, buddy,” I said quietly, rubbing his back with my right palm. “I was worried that you might not get enough cock to take care of that itch you had.”

“I got enough cock for now,” he said quietly, prompting his mama to smile down at him proudly. “But I already told mama that I want to suck some dicks in the trailer park until it's time to go again.”

“Well, I'm sure that you'll get plenty of cock, buddy,” I said, studying his contented smile. “Whose cock do you plan on starting with?”

“Yours,” he said matter of factly. “I love sucking you off, Derek.”

“I know you do, baby,” I said affectionately. “I love it when you get between my legs and wrap those lips of yours around my dick.”

“Why don't you rest up for a little bit, baby?” his mama chimed in with a maternal glow. “When you feel up to it, you can get started again. But for now, mama wants you to rest, okay?”

“Okay, mommy,” he obediently complied, resting his head up to my shoulder while I rubbed his back. “Derek?”

“Yes, buddy?”

“Will you give me a kiss?”

“Of course, buddy,” I said, smiling down at him as he puckered up and held his lips out. I leaned in and planted my lips to his, then he moaned and thrusted his tongue into my mouth while his mama watched. I felt his arms wrap around my neck and he began kissing me with a degree of hunger than I had rarely seen out of him, his little boy rod standing at full attention the entire time. When we broke our kiss, he sighed and rested his head back on my shoulder, smiling with satisfaction while his mama and I gushed.

“Mama's horny little boy” she praised him, and he nodded in agreement. “Even when he doesn't have the energy to service cocks, he still wants to be romantic with his man.”

“That's because I want to get laid again, mama,” Alan said softly through his southern drawl. “If I wasn't really pooped, I'd start sucking dick for Derek and then go suck more dicks until it's time for lunch.”

“I'm sure that as soon as you have the energy, you'll be back at it again,” I said, and both Alan and his mama nodded at the same time, earning an amused grin from me.

“My baby would stay on his knees and suck cock all day if he could,” his mama said with a loving inflection. “He makes his mama so proud.”

“It's because I'm a pussy boy,” he bragged, and once again, his mama beamed with pride. “After I came out of the closet to my mama, I told her that I wanted to be a pussy boy, huh mama?”

“That's right, honey,” she said proudly, reaching out to brush his stringy bangs out of his forehead. “I still remember the night my little cock hound came and told me that he wanted to date boys. I already knew, but it was still so special to me.”

“Tell Derek about it, mama,” Alan begged, and I responded by giving him a warm squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. His mama reached out and took his little hands, holding them lovingly in hers for security while they prepared to share their most precious memory with me.

Alan's mama was working in the kitchenette with the window opened when she heard the familiar voice of her son, playing in the dirt with his toy cars. It had only been a few days since she saw her eight year old playing with his toys, but to the concerned mother, it seemed like an eternity. Over the proceeding month, she had become acutely aware that her son was having anal sex, but she was still coming to terms with the reality. He was so tiny, not even four feet tall yet, and he still had the facial characteristics of an older toddler. Even more vivid to the young mother was the fact that her little boy still had a few of the mannerisms and habits that some toddlers carried with them.

But when he blew the candles out on his last birthday cake, he officially turned eight years old and she was coming to grips with the reality that her baby was growing up. She found herself relishing the moments when he would come to her for help with little things like getting a drink of water, or tying his shoes. When she had to interrogate him about having to go to the bathroom, she would act outwardly flustered. But inside, she was glowing with maternal love, happy to accompany her little boy to the bathroom and assist with wiping. When he was deceptive enough to avoid her questions until he needed his pants changed, she would speak to him about making sure that he used the bathroom when he had to go. On the inside she was thankful that her baby still needed his mama, and hoped that he would need her for years to come.

But then she began dating a man named David and her baby boy took a grownup step that she didn't see coming. In hindsight, though, she knew that it was inevitable. Alan always talked about how cute boys were on TV, or at his school. She watched while he walked with a switch in his hips, too young to understand why he was doing it. Deep down, though, his mama knew why he was walking that way, though she always thought there was time to put the issue off. In her mind, she envisioned herself sitting down with a confused 13 or 14 year old Alan and explaining the difference between gay and straight, then accepting him as he was.

So when she caught on to what was going on between her lover and her eight year old son, she felt like she had been blindsided. Her reaction was anger at first, then she calmly gave in to her son's tearful pleading and allowed the sex to take place. Unfortunately for both David and Alan, the young mother found herself unable to abide the forbidden acts that were playing out in her little boy's bed and she asked David to leave for good. Feeling quite relieved at first, Alan's mama soon realized the folly of her ways when her boy revealed his intentions of seducing Sonny, an obese man who lived in the trailer park. Knowing that the bell had already been rung, Mrs. Sexton reluctantly prepared her baby boy for anal sex with the man and sent him on his way. When Alan returned, he was glowing with satisfaction and she all but gave up the battle to keep him chaste.

At some point, she noticed that her son was going in and out of the park manager's trailer with regularity. Knowing what this meant, she resigned herself to the notion that her son was now on an insatiable tear. Not entirely sure how to bring it up with her boy, she opted to keep a close eye on the situation while still trying to appeal to his innocent side. Her main tactic was to buy him toys and coloring books, grateful for the moments when his green eyes would light up with excitement while playing, coloring or reading. But as Alan's sexual appetite grew, she found herself pining for the moments when her son would push his cars around in the dirt.

Which was why she was so pleased to see that not only was the youngster playing with his toys, but that he was playfully voicing the drivers in the cars, just like he used to. She smiled warmly when he lined three cars up side by side as if they were at a traffic light, only to let them proceed when the light turned green. Out of nowhere, an older boy named Wesley rolled up on his bike, and as Alan's mama watched and listened, it became clear that the two were already acquainted. At just 13 years old, Wesley looked closer to 10 or 11 years old. Alan's mama beamed on the inside when the little boy laid his bike down and approached her son, who looked excited to see him. Finally, she thought, he would resume his boyhood by playing with a boy close to his age.

“Hey Alan, what are you up to?” the cute brunette asked, prompting the little blonde to hold his cars up and grin.

“I'm just playing with my cars,” the eight year old drawled, then he said something that caught his mama off guard. “Wanna go back to our secret spot?”

“Okay,” the boy agreed, and the young mother held out hope that the boys were talking about a fort or a place where they stored their toys. She watched as her baby boy led his partner in crime to the backside of the trailer and the two disappeared. She quickly made her way through the trailer to Alan's room, where she looked out the window just in time to see her boy drop his pants and underwear. She could see a naughty smile on Alan's face as he bent over and held onto a tree while the boy behind him grabbed his hips and lined up. At first, she was unable to process what she was witnessing. Then it dawned on her that she was about to see her son take it in the ass, and she considered going outside to break the boys up. Unfortunately for the young mother, but happily for both boys, she was too stunned to make a move and the butt fucking commenced.

As soon as Wesley entered her son, both boys had looks of sheer decadence on their faces and she realized that her son was enjoying the act. When it was over, Wesley pulled out and Alan dropped to his knees, taking the hard, hairless cock of the boy into his mouth and sucking on it with the same decadent smile that he was wearing while taking it in the ass. She saw him gazing up into his young lover's eyes with a look of devotion, a look she knew well. It was the same look that she wore while sucking cock, born of a desire to please her man. It was almost second nature to the young mother, and it seemed that her son was now experiencing that same desire. When Wesley helped Alan to his feet, she saw the boys shared a kiss on the lips, then Alan pulled his pants up without ever touching his own little cock.

The next day, she watched as her son led yet another boy to the exact same spot and dropped his pants with a naughty grin. Later that afternoon, he was back with a much older boy, hanging onto the tree while the teenager pumped a thick load of sperm up his ass. After lunch, he visited Sonny's trailer, then he resumed his play until Wesley rode up on his bike again. Much to his mother's surprise, Alan didn't even bother to take the boy behind the trailer. Deciding that no one could see them where they were, Alan got undressed and assumed the doggy style position. His mama could hear him moaning in ecstasy while the 13 year old hammered his rear end with hard thrusts for nearly a minute. When Wesley pulled out, eight year old Alan begged for the privilege of sucking his cock clean.

That evening, Alan's mama decided to have a gentle but frank discussion with her son about what she saw. She made him dinner and gave him a bath, taking care to wash him from head to toe before wrapping him in a plush towel and carrying him to his room. While she dressed him, Alan smiled up at his mama, loving the special attention that she was giving him. When he was dressed in his favorite pair of footy pajamas, his mama scooped him up into her arms and carried him with her to the living area, where they snuggled on the couch.

“Mama loves you, sweetie,” she told him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you too, mama,” he cooed through a grin while she rocked his tiny frame.

“You know, baby, you can tell mama anything and I'll always love you,” she said, brushing his damp bangs out of his eyes.

“Anything?” he asked, realizing that she must have discovered something naughty that he'd done and was expecting him to be honest with her. It was a tactic she'd used over the years, and eight year old Alan certainly had some skeletons in his closet. When she planted a kiss on the end of his nose and nodded with a warm smile, Alan felt relieved.

“Anything, baby,” she promised him. “Mama won't get mad at you, no matter what you tell her.”

“Even if it's something that you talked to me about before?” he asked dubiously while she rubbed his back.

“It doesn't matter what it is, baby,” she said, combing through his stringy blonde locks with her fingernails. “Do you think you have something you want to tell mommy?”

Alan nodded up at his mama, prompting her to give him a hopeful smile as he worked up the gumption to confess his naughty deeds to her.

“I pooped my pants when I was watching cartoons this morning and threw my underwear behind the washing machine,” he admitted, then he rested his head on his mama's shoulder and pouted. “I'm sorry mama.”

The young mother kissed her little boy on the cheek and gave him a warm hug, feeling a little frustrated and slightly amused by his confession.

“It's okay, baby,” she said, opting to entertain the topic now at hand, then find a way back to the real issue she wanted to confront. “How come you didn't tell mama you had an accident?”

“It wasn't an accident,” Alan confessed sadly, and once again, his mama kissed his cheek. “I didn't want to stop watching cartoons and I didn't feel like holding it anymore. So I pooped in my pants and sat in it until cartoons were over, then I took my undies off and threw them behind the washer.”

“I see,” she said softly, rocking her little boy to and fro while he pouted in her lap. “You know, someday you're going to be a big boy and stop doing that. But until then, you don't have to hide anything from mommy.”

“I thought you would smell it because it was so stinky, but you didn't wake up,” Alan told her in a shy voice. “When I was ready to get changed, I just took my undies down and tried to hide them so I wouldn't have to take a bath.”

“Is that all you want to talk to mama about?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at her son. Realizing that his mama knew more than he had admitted to, the naughty little boy shook his head no.

“I hid my stinky undies the other day, too,” he confessed, making his mother wonder how many spots around the trailer she would need to investigate for her son's soiled underwear. “I'm sorry mama, I didn't want you to give me a bath because it was the afternoon.”

“I understand, baby,” she said, planting a kiss on his head. “Tell mommy where you hid them.”

“Under my bed,” he said in a small voice.

“Was it an accident, Alan?” she asked knowingly, and the pouting little boy gazed up at her with puppy dog eyes and shook his head no. She planted a loving kiss on his lips and said, “Thank you for telling me the truth, baby.”

“You're welcome, mama,” Alan said with a note of remorse in his young voice. “Mama?”

“Yes, honey,” she said with a smile.

“Do you want me to tell you all the other places where I hid my underwear?”

“I'd like that, Alan,” she said, rubbing his warm back through his pajama top. “How about if we sit here and visit for a little while, then you can get up and show me where to find them.”

“Okay mommy,” Alan said with a grin, prompting his mama to give him a warm hug before she changed the subject.

“You know, you're getting to be a really big boy, honey,” she started, prompting Alan to give her a smile. “Sometimes when boys get bigger, they start having romantic feelings.”

“Do they fall in love?” Alan asked curiously, and his mama answered thoughtfully.

“Sometimes they do, sweetie,” she said. “Sometimes though, they just have crushes. Do you know what a crush is?”

Alan nodded his answer, eliciting a smile from his doting mama, who continued.

“When a boy has a crush on a girl, that's called being straight,” she said, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. “But sometimes, a boy might have a crush on another boy. Do you know what that's called, Alan?”

“Is it called gay?” he asked, and she nodded again. “Mama?”

“Yes baby?”

“What if a boy has a crush on every boy he meets?”

“Well, that sounds like a very lucky boy, Alan,” she said, stroking his damp hair.

“Does that mean he's extra gay?” Alan asked, and his mama leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips.

“It might mean that, baby,” she said softly. “But if he's extra gay, that means he's extra special. Did you know that?”

Alan shook his head no with a warm smile, looking up at his mama with hopeful eyes that melted her heart as she continued.

“It's true, honey,” she told him. “We're all special in our own way, baby. Some boys are special because they have different feelings than other boys.”

“Sometimes I have different feelings, mama,” Alan told her, and she gave him a proud smile as he told her what they both already knew. “I have a boyfriend, and that makes me different, huh?”

“It sure does, honey,” she said gently. “It also means that your boyfriend is very lucky because he has a cute boy like you to love him.”

With that, Alan's smiled faded a little and he gave his mama a distressed look that gave her pause.

“Mama, what if I cheat on my boyfriend? Does that make me bad?”

“No honey, it doesn't,” she assured him. “Can you tell mama how it is that you cheat on your boyfriend?”

“I make love to other boys,” he admitted, then he leaned into her and pouted again. “I don't want him to break up with me if he finds out.”

Knowing that Sonny would never shun her baby boy, she soothed his worries by running her hand over the back of his neck, then she caressed his soft cheek and said, “Baby, I think Sonny understands that a cute boy like you is going to have a lot of special lovers.”

“Special lovers?” Alan asked curiously, and his mama nodded.

“When you make love to boys who aren't your boyfriend, it's nice to call them special lovers,” she explained, and Alan smiled in understanding. “How many special lovers do you have, baby?”

“So far six,” Alan told her, then he sighed forlornly. “I wish David was still my special lover.”

“I know you do, honey,” she said, maintaining her soft composure as she thought disdainfully about the man that deflowered her little boy. “But you should have special friends that are closer to your age.”

“But Sonny and Mr. Clark are both grown up,” he countered, and his mama nodded.

“Have you thought about not seeing them anymore?” she asked, and Alan shook his head no.

“I need to see them everyday, mama,” he admitted in a husky tone. “They make me feel really special when they make love to me.”

“Tell mama how they make love to you, Alan,” she encouraged him, hoping against hope that he wouldn't tell her what she knew was coming.

“They make love to me the way all of my special lovers do,” he said with a warm smile, blissfully unaware that his mama was cringing on the inside. “They do it up my butt with their wieners.”

“Is that all they do, baby?” she asked, and he shook his head no.

“They also let me suck their wieners, too,” he said.

“Do you suck all of your special lovers, honey?” she asked, and Alan nodded with a dreamy expression on his cute face.

“I love sucking their wieners, mama,” he admitted. “I have really special feelings when I do it.”

“It sounds like something you really enjoy, honey,” she said, and he nodded in agreement.

“Sometimes I think about it and feel special, just like when I'm doing it,” he revealed.

“Did you suck any of your lovers off today, honey?” she asked, and he nodded his confession.

“I took it up the butt, too,” he said, biting his lower lip as he contemplated the deep butt fuckings that he enjoyed so much.

“Do any of your special lovers ever suck you or let you give it to them up the butt?” she asked, and Alan shook his head no.

“I don't want to, mommy,” he told her. “Sonny asked me one time and I told him no.”

“Did he listen when you said no?” she asked guardedly, and much to her relief, her son nodded in the affirmative.

“He always listens when I tell him what I want,” Alan told her, and again, his mama felt relieved. “All of the boys that make love to me do what I want.”

“I'm glad to hear that, baby,” she said, hugging him tightly. “It sounds like you have very special preferences when it comes to making love.”

“I do, mama,” he said with a contented sigh. “Sonny said that I'm a bottom boy because I like to service wieners.”

“Well, honey, that's one way of saying it,” she told him. “Is there another way you like to say it?”

“Yes, but I don't want to get in trouble for saying cuss words,” Alan said, looking up at his mama pleadingly.

“You won't get in any trouble, baby,” she said. “Mama gives you permission to cuss when you feel like you need to.”

“Thank you, mama,” he said, beaming up at her with his new found freedom. “Sonny says I have a boy pussy that needs to be filled with dicks.”

“Well, baby, from what you told me tonight, it sounds like you do,” she said sympathetically. “How does that make you feel?”

“It makes me feel special, mommy,” he told her, deciding to test the waters some more. “I like it when I have dicks in my boy pussy. And when I have dicks in my mouth, too.”

“I understand, Alan,” she said softly. “It can feel really good to have dicks inside of you.”

“Does it feel good for you, mama?” Alan asked curiously, and his mama nodded her answer.

“It does, baby,” she confirmed.

“I feel like I want to have dicks in my butt and in my mouth all the time,” Alan admitted. “I have something else to tell you, mama.”

“What is it, honey?” she asked, and he gave her a daring expression as he prepared to tell her what he considered to be his naughtiest secret.

“I like getting my fudge packed,” he told her, then he gave in and admitted something else. “I suck dicks and swallow cum everyday.”

“Thank you for sharing that with me, honey,” she said, planting a loving kiss right between his expressive eyes. “Can you tell mommy how that makes you feel?”

“I love it!” he exclaimed, then he realized how excited he was and blushed with a shy smile.

“There's no need to be embarrassed, honey,” she assured him. “I'm proud of my little bottom boy.”

“You are?” he asked, looking up at her with a hopeful smile.

“Of course I am, baby,” she told him. “You know what would make me even prouder?”

“What mama?” he asked eagerly, anxious to please his doting mother.

“If my baby boy ever decides that he's gay, that he would tell his mama and not keep it to himself,” she said, planting another kiss on his lips.

“Okay,” he quickly agreed, grinning from ear to ear. “Mama?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I want to tell you that I'm gay,” he admitted, prompting his mama to gush. She immediately wrapped him up in a long hug, rubbing his back and planting kisses all over his head.

“I'm so proud of you, sweetie,” she told him, rubbing his back tenderly while he soaked up all of her love and attention.

“But mama, I just thought about something,” he said, prompting her to release the hug and give her son a curious look. “I don't just have one crush, mama. There's a lot of boys that I have a crush on. That means I'm extra gay, huh?”

“Do you feel like you're extra gay, sweetie?” she said, and he nodded.

“I want to be even more gay than I am, mama,” he told her. “I want to make love with all of the boys in the trailer park so that my boy pussy feels special all day long.”

“Well, how about if you concentrate on being a good little bottom boy for the ones that make love to you right now, baby,” she suggested. “Once you do that, you can be a good little pussy boy all the time and have any boy you want.”

“Is a pussy boy gayer than a bottom boy?” Alan asked hopefully, and his mama nodded. “Then I'm gonna be the best pussy boy ever, mommy.”

“I know you will, baby,” she gushed proudly. “I can tell that you're looking forward to getting started right away.”

“I am,” he sighed contentedly. “But mama?”

“Yes honey?”

“I still want to be your baby, too,” he told her, and she felt her heart melt.

“You'll always be mama's baby,” she promised him. “The only difference now is that you're also mama's little gay boy.”

“I love you, mommy,” Alan declared.

“I love you too, sweetie,” she told him, then she gave him a knowing smile and changed the subject again. “Now that we have that cleared up, how about if you take mama around the trailer and show me where to find the underwear that you've been busy dirtying.”

“Okay mama,” he said, giving her a naughty smile as she scooted him out of her lap. When she got up, he dutifully took her hand and led her to the many hiding places that he'd resorted to tossing his soiled briefs.

That night, when Alan's mama was tucking him in, she sat on the side of his bed and petted his stringy blonde hair while she talked to him.

“I want you to have sweet dreams tonight, honey,” she told him. “Mama loves her little gay boy.”

“I will, mama,” he said with a sweet grin. “I'm gonna have sweet dreams about cute boys that I want to make love to.”

“That's a good little bottom boy,” she praised him. “I know that you'll be the best little lover those boys will ever have.”

“Mama?” Alan said, giving his mama a curious look. “How can I be the best pussy boy ever?”

“Well, sweetie,” she started. “You have to start by making sure that your man always cums before you do. Do you know what I mean?”

“Uh huh,” Alan nodded, so his mama continued.

“Also, you always service your man's cock the way he wants it,” she explained. “If he wants you to suck it, then that's what you do. If he wants to put it in your boy pussy, then that's what you do. The only thing a good pussy boy cares about is getting his man off.”

“Okay mommy,” Alan said, feeling quite gratified to hear that his duties would include sucking cock or bottoming for his lovers. “I like to do both of those things anyway.”

“That's what's going to make you the best pussy boy,” she said proudly. “Just make sure that you never let a man do anything to you that you don't want.”

“I promise, mama,” he said obediently. “The only thing I don't want a man to do is touch my wiener.”

“That tells mama that you're already a good little pussy boy, honey,” she told him, beaming with pride. “When you have questions, you come to mama, okay?”

“I will,” he said, grinning as she leaned down and planted a loving kiss on his cheek.

When she turned the light off, Alan settled into a sweet dream of continuous cock service that gave him a continuous swell of pleasure all night. When he woke up the next morning, his little stiffy was standing at full attention and his body was burning with passion. He wandered into the bathroom and unzipped his jammies, but his hairless little boner was standing straight up and he couldn't aim it into the toilet. Not sure what to do, he zipped his jammies up and made his way out to the living area in hopes that his mama would soon be up. Unfortunately for the horny boy, she stayed fast asleep in her room, too tired to roll out of bed at 6:30 in the morning. Giving into his demon's, he turned the TV on and watched cartoons while he answered nature's call.

When Alan's mama woke up, she marched him straight to the tub, where she drew a bath for her son and peeled his wet pajamas and dirtied briefs off of him. While he was soaking in the tub, Alan reached down and slipped two fingers into his rear end and moaned, feeling his body tingle with pleasure. When his mama returned from the laundry area, she walked in on her son fingering his boy pussy and watched with interest while he rubbed one out. Not wanting to disrupt his pleasure, she observed in silence as his young body shivered over and over again while the waves of carnal lust washed over him. When he finished himself off, a fountain of pee shot out of the water, arcing back onto his heaving tummy while he watched with a naughty smile.

When his one boy performance was finished, Alan's doting mama drained the tub and washed her baby from head to toe. When she dried him off, she took his little paw and walked him to her room, where he laid flat on the bed. He watched with a curious expression as she produced a tube of anal lube, the same brand that Sonny always administered before they commenced their love making.

“Hold your hand out, sweetie,” she instructed him, and he dutifully complied. “A good pussy boy is always ready to have his bottom fucked. That means you should always be lubed up, honey.”

She squirted a liberal amount of lube into his hand, then she gave him step by step instructions on how to sufficiently lube his bottom. Following her advice, Alan spent an extended amount of time working the lube into the walls of his tingling boy pussy. As a result, his young body quivered with delight while his cocklet stayed hard as steel. When he pulled his fingers out of his ass, they were coated with lube and ass juice. Alan laid still and sniffed them over and over with a glazed over look in his young eyes. Seeing her little boy's pleasurable expression told the young mother that his naughty pant soiling was a product of something deeper, something that she always knew lingered inside of her son.

But that's a story for another time.

With his bottom lubed up and his horny body long overdue for romance, Alan set out in search of his first gay encounter. He made a quick beeline for Sonny's trailer, anxious for some deep relief. Alan's mama watched with a resigned smile as her little one hurried down the lane to his lover's den of carnal pleasure. She knew that there was no stopping him, so she resolved to allow him to be as sexually fulfilled as he could be while keeping him safe from harm.

When he came in for lunch, the little boy was grinning from ear to ear and glowing with satisfaction. At the table, she let him dish about the sex that he had while she smiled lovingly, not wanting him to feel like he had to keep any secrets from her. He brought up the subject of Wesley, his cute companion from the day before, and sighed with a look of longing on his face.

“I wish I could have him come over, mama,” Alan said through his thick southern accent. “His mom and dad are home today, and he's scared they'll see us if we make love in his room or behind the trailer.”

“Then bring him over and take him to your room, baby,” she encouraged him. “Mama made your bed already, so maybe you two can get comfy in there and spend some special time alone.”

“Do you mean it, mama?” Alan asked with an excited smile, and his loving mama nodded her approval. He got up and went straight to her, wrapping his little arms around her for a hug and a kiss.

A half hour later, Alan's mama was on the phone arranging a cock date of her own when the door opened and her son came in with Wesley in tow. She grinned at the two boys and excused herself, going into her room while Alan propositioned his companion.

“We can go in my room and get on the computer,” Alan offered. “Or we can sit on the couch and watch TV for a little while if you want.”

“Will your mom bust us if we go in your room?” Wesley asked nervously, and Alan shook his head no.

“She's gonna be on the phone for a while,” he fibbed, taking a seat on the couch and patting the spot beside him. “Let's watch cartoons for a little bit, then we'll go to my room.”

Wesley reluctantly agreed, taking a seat next to the starry eyed eight year old. While they were watching TV, Alan leaned into his lover's side and gazed up at him romantically, causing Wesley to feel a stir in his loins. When Alan's mama poked her head into the living area and spotted her son giving his older friend a look of longing, she decided to act.

“Alan, mama's going to be in her room with the door closed,” she called out. “If you plan to take Wesley to your room to play online, make sure you close your door, okay?”

“I promise, mama,” Alan called out, then they heard her door close.

Both boys immediately seized the opportunity at their feet by cuddling close while the show they were watching flashed on the screen in front of them. Eventually, they fell into a kiss that they both wanted. Wesley added some tongue, and Alan moaned softly into his lover's mouth. When Alan's mama heard her boy moaning, she quietly came out of her room and peaked into the living area again. The site of her boy locked in a deep French kiss with the cute 13 year old confirmed the notion that he liked boys. The dreamy smile on his face told her that he had a hard crush on this boy in particular. The way he was moaning into Wesley's mouth while he ran his palms all over his chest told her that she was raising a bonafide gay boy, and she knew that all of his desires were about to play out in their trailer.

She crept back down the hall to her room and let the boys carry on with their romantic union. When she heard them get up and move their date to Alan's room, she smiled with certainty that her son was about to get laid. Minutes later, she heard Alan's bed start to creak and the muffled moaning of both boys, telling her that Alan's rear end was stuffed with hard cock and his mouth was stuffed with stiff tongue. She moved back out to the living area and changed the channel to her soap operas, listening with a grin as her baby boy got lucky in his room.

When her own cock date arrived, the sounds of Alan and Wesley's moaning could be heard throughout the trailer. She explained that her son was entertaining a guest and left it at that, leaving her cock date slightly confused. When the union with her lover was a fait accompli, the sated young mother showed him to the door while the sounds of wet sucking and soft moans filled the trailer. Finally, two hours after Alan and his lover closed his bedroom door, they emerged from his room. Wesley looked away from Alan's mama as they walked into the living area, but Alan was clearly shameless about their union.

“Hi boys, did you have fun in there?” she asked, prompting Alan to nod furiously while Wesley blushed.

“Yes ma'am,” the 13 year old said shyly. “Thank you for letting me come over, Ms. Sexton.”

“You're welcome anytime, sweetie,” she assured him. “I know how much Alan was looking forward to having a special friend in his room. Maybe later you can come back. I'm sure Alan would enjoy that.”

With that, the loving mother turned her attention back to the TV while Alan and his stunned lover walked out the door. Keeping his mama's offer in the back of his mind, Alan eventually lured the 13 year old back to his room for another round of cock service that ended when Wesley's mother called his cell phone, beckoning him home for supper. While his own mama prepared supper at their trailer, Alan set off on his skateboard, eager for another cock to suck. When he spotted a man taking his trash to the dumpster at the end of the lane, the horny boy smiled lasciviously and made a pass at him. When he pulled his pants up, his rear end was filled with hot cum and sizzling with pleasure.

That night, Alan and his mama tallied up the number of cocks he serviced and the number of times he got his lovers off. When they were finished counting, the young mother beamed with pride and assured him that he was well on his way to becoming the best little pussy boy in town. Feeling his own sense of pride, Alan promised his mama that he would service even more cocks and take even more loads the next day. Knowing that her baby was determined to make it happen, the doting mother held him close and gave him another round of advice. With his mother's wise words carrying into his young ears, Alan listened close while his mama explained how to achieve total cock service.

“It sounds like your mama taught you well,” I said, giving the sweet little guy a warm squeeze.

“She did,” he lisped, smiling up at me as he started to slide out of my lap. “I'm ready to start sucking cock again, Derek.”

“That's mama's little pussy boy,” his doting mother said proudly, earning her a grin from Alan. “Get your man off, baby, then go suck a few cocks around the trailer park while mommy makes you your lunch.”

Without waiting for further instruction, Alan wrapped his moist lips around the head of my cock and moaned hotly. I watched his expression change as my cock filled with blood, stiffening in his mouth until it grew to its full eight inches. When it was at full mast, Alan began to bob his head up and down, taking it to the back of his throat while he rolled his horny bottom around. While he was blowing me, his mama and I smiled down at him, knowing that he was the little pussy boy that she always knew he would be.

“I'm so proud of my little cock hound,” she said lovingly, and Alan smiled up at us both through fluttering eyes. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her close, admiring the hunger with which Alan was sucking my aching cock.

“I'm sure Lee would love to spend some time with him before you two take off again,” I mentioned, and Alan let loose with a hot moan. “He was hard as a rock when I saw him off this morning.”

“Oh yeah?” she said with a knowing smile. “I take it you two had some fun after we left.”

I nodded my confession to her, prompting both her and Alan to give me inquisitive stares, and I knew that they were waiting on my explanation. I reached down and ran my fingers through Alan's stringy head of hair, listening while he slurped around the head of my cock, then I smiled at them both and said, “Let's just say that Lee went home with a well serviced rear end this morning.”

With that, Alan moaned and his mama curled her legs up, settling in as I prepared to fill them in on my morning with Lee.

Coming Soon...

Alan in Heat – A Romp in the Trailer

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