Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2010 14:51:47 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: Humidity Nobody understands humidity, not even those that live in the deep south, Texas or DC where it takes over the lives and loins of people annually. Trevor, like most his age spent the summers trying to cool off in anyway possible. It wasn't unusual to see male and female alike, stripped down as far as decency would allow especially during July and August. His cutoff jeans were all he could wear and endure the heat and humidity. Nobody thought him queer, obscene or immodest since most boys his age wore the same, sometimes less. Gym shorts and even boxer shorts were normal wear even in the streets. Although few walked the streets of his small town. The cement was too hot and the sun reflecting off the store windows needing avoiding as well. The city was quiet as Sunday mornings those hot afternoons. There was a city pool and it was packed with little kids. Like most his age they avoided fighting for room to swim with the kids. So afternoons, Trevor lay in the shade anywhere he could find it. He could drive of course but nobody had a vehicle he could use. He could take cold showers but his step father yelled when he used too much water. "You think I'm made of money kid?" Trevor heard that rebuke when he did anything, so it seemed. That afternoon he lay on his bed with windows wide open and the door propped open just enough to promote air flow, though it never seemed to work. He was naked with a layer of sweat that made his body glow. "Get the fuck out of here" he heard the voice before his step father barged into his room. He didn't bother to cover himself. "You get a job, find shade somewhere, fuck just go!" the man belched. It was going to be one of those days Trevor knew, when the man would drink, play cards with friends and probably mutter about having to take care of his ex wife's kid. Trevor reached for his shorts. "Unless you want to stick around and make me happy" the man slapped his bare buttock and laughed loud. He kidded about using Trevor for sex but nothing ever happened. At first Trevor feared the man wasn't kidding. He had been caught masturbating by the man and that started ongoing comments about his cute ass or pretty mouth. Trevor worried he'd be forced to have his first sex with the man, but as time went on, he learned it was part of the man's crude humor. "No thank you Sir" Trevor said as he pulled on his cutoffs. "Hell you could take care of the entire group and make some money. At least it would be a job" the man said as he walked away "if anyone wanted to pay you for it" he added and laughed again. Trevor wondered if the man knew he was gay. He had only come to terms with it the last few years of high school himself. There was never any interaction with the guys he lusted after at school. There was some mutual masturbating with his friend Clark. But they didn't consider that sex let alone gay sex. Clark's letter lay on his bed where Trevor had tossed it after reading. The guy had just finished basic training and was being shipped to Georgia to learn how to jump out of planes. Trevor missed him. He wasn't sure he loved Clark or just missed the only friend he had in that town. "Where you goin?" the man yelled as Trevor headed out the front door. "Don't know" Trevor said honestly adding "Sir". Like most southern boys he had been taught to say SIR or MAME even when he didn't mean the respect the words indicated. "Well, if you're not getting a job, take off, we're goin all night" the man burped loudly. "Shit" Trevor muttered. Card games usually involved drunken neighbors or other friends from his step dad's former workplace. The group of laid off men would spend the afternoon cursing every politician, corporation, country and woman they decided had caused their state. The pornography would soon entertain them on the old TV and somehow the penniless men would afford more beer to arrive. It wouldn't be the first morning Trevor saw dirty, stinking drunk men sleeping everywhere they could around the old house. He thought about sneaking back late that night through his bedroom windows to sleep. At least he could do that without the old man detecting or caring. The afternoon was hot and the humidity continued to drain moisture and energy from his body as Trevor walked through the weeds and along side the dirt road. It was deserted, and that was a good thing. The only thing worse then the heat had to breathe the dirt kicked up by some vehicle speeding by. He wasn't sure where he could go. In years past, he'd go to Clark's and they would find someway and some place to occupy the hours. If others were around they'd all barge into NEHI's the store. It wasn't really called NEHI but since that's what they all drank, that's what they called it. Like a swarm of bees, they'd continue joking cursing and talking nonsense as they moved to the old Crank farm barn or into the small patch of woods across a nearby field. There they talked about girls at school, complained about parents, school, life, made fun of each other and pass a joint one of them obtained somehow. Trevor was alone. The store was empty. He reached for a grape Nehi and toasted the old man who clerked during the day. The man wrote something on a pad that would remind Trevor he had to pay. Trevor walked to the barn for no reason other then he had no other place to go. Clark wouldn't be there nor would any of the guys he used to hang out with. Most, like Clark, took off to join the Marines or Army. One or two worked and others moved to some town where they could either work or be unemployed. The place smelled of old hay. Trevor wondered how the barn could stay empty for so long without being burned to the ground. Not only kids hung out there. Older men took girls there to screw at night. Hitchhikers crashed there. And beer drinking teens used it still as a place to cavort and lie about their sexual conquests. Trevor sat on the same half crushed bale of hay where he sat that day before Clark left. They sat, talked, joked and smoked a joint. "One last time" Clark said as he opened his fly. They hadn't masturbated together for years "just like we used to do". Trevor's cock, which always seemed hard, was quick to join in and they grew quiet as mental images took their stimulation to the next stage. And Clark reached and encircled Trevor's cock. He reached under Clark's arm and found his friend's familiar tent pole too. They didn't rush it. Both remembered the times in Trevor's bedroom, the night times they met in the woods or the time in the school locker room. When orgasm came their sperm flew everywhere again and again splattering both boys' bare chests and opened cutoffs. "Shit man that was..." Trevor began "Yea" Clark's words interrupted and then he did something that never was part of their horny sharing before. Clark kissed Trevor on the cheek. "I'll miss ya" he said holding his head against Trevor's. Trevor's eyes watered but he didn't cry. "Me too" he said wanting to turn his head and kiss the boy again. But he dared not less he end their good bye with something he didn't want, rejection. Trevor stripped naked. The barn was hot. He was horny. The humidity excused him for both as far as he was concerned. He tilted his head back and lifted the Nehi to pour its cool contents in and on him. It flowed out of his lips and dripped on his face rolling to his bare chest. "Shit save some for me" the voice said making Trevor jump. "Fuck man" he turned to see Sam, the old man who clerked at the store. "Kidding, I brought more" he held up two bottles of Nehi holding one out for Trevor. Trevor still shocked by the man's presence nodded as he took the bottle. "What are you doin here?" he asked not thinking about his nudity let alone his erection. "Thought you could use some company" the man said as he began to take his shirt off. Trevor was amazed to see the man had a nicely built chest and gold rings that hung from his nipples. "Always wanted to come up when you and your friends were here, but I figured you didn't want an old man around" he said. "No no it's uh ok" Trevor said "sir" he added. Sam smiled, "You're the polite one, I always remembered that" he said. Trevor didn't know what to do. The man was removing his overalls next. He didn't wear underwear and like Trevor, his cock was hard. "I figured some day we'd get together but you were always with that handsome red-haired guy, what was his name?" Sam tossed his clothes aside and took a swig of the Nehi. "Clark" Trevor said not sure if he should get dressed or what to do. "Yea, hot looking guy. Were you two fuck buddies or lovers?" Sam asked as he stepped closer. "No Sir, just uh friends" Trevor felt his cock throbbing harder and his chest heave with heavier breathing. "I saw you two that day here" Sam said "I wasn't spying but I came over to see if you wanted to you know" his hand reached for Trevor's cock. It almost made him explode. "I thought you were alone but you two were doing this and that" Sam smiled. "He joined the Army" Trevor sighed "Yea I heard. Figured you could use new friend" the man's breath flowed like a hot summer wind over Trevor's neck. "I'm not.." Trevor started to say but the feeling of the man's hand on his cock and the other hand sliding down the small of his back and over his bar buttock stopped him. "Yes you are. So am I" the man said moving his mouth close it was unavoidable to not know what was next. Their kissing was slow, wet, sloppy and quickly involved each other's tongues exploring their oral cavities. "Oh shit" Trevor said feeling the man's lips on his neck moving toward his nipples, the same pink erect things he played with himself when jacking off in his bedroom. The lips and teeth teased first one then the other. Trevor closed his eyes feeling the stabs of pain and pleasure his body had fantasized about for so lone. "We're gonna be good friends" Sam said "aren't we boy?" "Yes Sir" Trevor sighed feeling the hands both on his buttocks grabbing pulling and massaging as Sam's lips surrounded his cock. "Good, I like the way you say that boy" Sam stood now and pushed Trevor to his knees. The boy licked, kissed and sucked his first cock. It fit perfectly far down his hungry throat. "Take it easy kid, I got lots of things to teach you and I got the time boy" Sam said in a strong voice. "Get dressed, we're goin home" Trevor did as he was told. His erection barely fit in his cutoffs. "Get my things" the man said as he walked from the barn still naked. Trevor gathered the man's overalls, shirt and boots and trotted after him. The heat outside the barn actually felt cooler then inside. "By tomorrow morning, you're going to be my boy aren't you?" Sam said as he sat in the old truck he had driven. Trevor sat beside him holding the man's clothes in his lap. "Get to work on this while I drive us home" the man ordered gruffly and Trevor leaned over to put his mouth back on the cock he had first swallowed minutes ago. He kept nursing on it, licking its length and letting it sink further into his throat then before as the truck bounced its way over dirt roads to the hold trailer where Sam lived. "Get inside" the man said "and take those shorts off" Trevor didn't know what to do other then what he was told at that point. He went inside the trailer, put the man's clothes on a chair and stripped naked. "You won't need any clothes anymore" the man said as he stepped inside and locked the door. Trevor sucked until his mouth filled with Sam's cum. Some spilled out of the corners of his mouth and he swallowed most of it. He had never tasted cum before other then his own. More then once when jacking with Clark, he had wanted to taste it but his fears stopped that from happening. "When I recharge, we're gonna give that butt a try. But for now clean up this place" Sam said. Trevor looked around. There were dirty dishes in the sink; clothing tossed here and there, old newspapers and trash around. "The bin is out back" Trevor grabbed trash and started to pull his shorts on. The slap across his bare but startled him. "I said no clothes. If you're gonna be my boy, you need to learn to obey me" the man pointed to the door. Trevor, still naked, carried the trash outside to the bin. He wanted to look around to see if anyone knew a naked boy was carrying out trash for the old man who lived there. But he didn't really want to know and his cock hardened thinking they might. "Good boy" Sam said as he sat on the chair "Dishes" There was something erotic about doing chores naked. Trevor did them at home but usually alone. Now he was not only doing it but while someone watched and someone was telling him what to do. There was an odd sensation of pleasure out of doing what the man said. "Bed, face down" Sam said Trevor saw the bed at the other end of the trailer. The sheets and covers were twisted. A pile of pillows were thrown here and there. He passed the toilet. "Sir can I uh" Trevor turned to ask. "Sure" Trevor went inside and started to close the door. "Nope, keep it open, there are no secrets anymore" Sam stood as Trevor held his penis trying to urinate. "I uh can't while people watch" he stammered. "Boy you do what I tell you." Sam said and began to stroke Trevor's smooth buttocks. The fingers triggered something inside Trevor and to his surprise, urine began to flow and flow hard. "Good boy" Sam patted "You're gonna be a good kid, you like doing what you're told" Trevor knew the man was right. When he masturbated at home, hearing his step father yell at him through the closed door, Trevor got even more excited and didn't quite understand why. When the coach yelled at him and others in school, Trevor had to hide his excited erection in his shorts. Trevor climbed on the bed, arranged the pillows and lay face down. His ass was about to feel something only his fantasies and fingers had felt before. Sam's weight could be felt as the man knelt between the boy's legs. His hands moved up each thigh. "Been much too long. I always thought you had a nice ass boy" Trevor realized the man had examined his butt the many times he had been in the store alone and with his friends. The times the old man had smiled at him came back to him. The fingers teased and entered him. "I'm taking charge of this boy" Sam said "and you want me to don't you?" "Yes Sir" Trevor answered a bit too quickly. But it was true. There was a part of him that needed training, needed using and needed taken charge of. "You gonna watch or you want to join in?" His step father said that night Trevor had watched through the open door. The man and some unrecognizable girl were naked on the bed where his mother and him used to sleep. Trevor left quickly. He heard the man's laughter "he's probably a queer anyway" the man's voice said. Trevor couldn't get the image of the man out of his head. The fact the man had had sex with his mother disturbed him and yet the sight of his cock excited him. Trevor feeling guilty and confused, jacked off throughout the sleepless night. That was long ago. "You feel that?" Sam asked as his fingers were moving inside Trevor's butthole. Trevor groaned at the pressure and pleasure he was feeling. "You know what's next kid" Sam said. Trevor did. He once wanted to admit to Clark he had a dream which involved him being fucked. The group had been talking that day about experimenting with horses and cows when they were younger. Clark admitted to doing it. "I bet you wished you were the cow" someone said to Trevor and everyone laughed. He blushed. It was Clark who spoke up, "with the size of his cock, I bet you all wished you were." That gathering ended with everyone comparing cocks. Indeed Trevor's size was impressive which made him feel proud. "Yes Sir" Trevor said. He wanted it to be Clark finally fucking him. He had to admit it to himself. Then the mental image of his Step father naked moving behind him appeared uninvited. But it was indeed Sam's cock that slid inside making Trevor feel sensations he could never have imagined. He lay there relaxed taking the cock...feeling the man's fingers digging into his asscheeks as he grunted and groaned signaling his orgasm by cursing. "Shit kid you're tight. That's good. But you gotta learn how to flex that ass when a man is inside you. I guess you got lots to learn, hell we got all night." He cooked the hot dogs and beans, still naked. "No on the floor you sit where boys sit" Sam instructed. Trevor sat on the floor eating his portion while the man who had begun to teach him new things sat above him. "When I'm ready, we'll teach you how to swallow a man's cock with that cute butt of yours. One thing you'll learn is I can do it several times despite my old age" Sam said "You'll beg me to stop" Trevor wasn't sure that would happen. His ass muscles had been stretched and he still felt the man's cock inside him. "Clean things up" Sam said Trevor cleaned the dishes, sink and dish rack. He had done chores at home too and his step father would make him do them all the time. Trevor would be pissed off doing the housework. But one day away from that and he gladly was doing them while Sam watched and instructed. He wanted to please the man. There were things he needed to learn, things he didn't even realize and Trevor knew it. Trevor sat on the floor remembering the man's orders. Sam fluffed the boy's head of hair like a pet animal while he watched television. "Good thing for you I got the day off tomorrow" Sam said "Now bed" Trevor scampered to the bed like a dog awaiting his master. Sam locked the door, turned the TV and lights off and moved to the back of the trailer. He had things to teach the naked boy who obediently lay in his bed. Years of watching him grow up from childhood to being a young adult were behind them both. The usually shirtless kid had developed nicely. He had heard him complain about his step father. He had watched the boy become lonely as his friends disappeared into their own lives. He had watched the boy almost make love to the friend Sam thought was a lover. He knew now was the time to take what he lusted after, what he wanted and what he needed. And he knew the boy needed someone to take charge of him and teach him to do the things his body wanted to do. "I know its hot boy, and humid as hell. But we gotta keep the trailer closed up in case the neighbors hear you" Sam said as he stroked his man sized cock. "Yes Sir" Trevor wanted to learn but most of all he wanted to obey the man who had already turn him into a man, or at least began to. He listened and waited to learn more. "Where you been kid?" the man sounded drunk as usual. It was six o'clock in the morning but he always sounded drunk.\ The cock, though familiar, moved inside him again stretching skin and muscle. It wormed its way deeper and deeper making Trevor sigh. "You like your Master's cock boy don't you?" Sam's voice was gruff and deep as the words seemed encase the cock that had filled Trevor's insides. "Yes Sir" Trevor said into the pillow. "Now flex your ass muscles boy" Sam said then slapped Trevor's ass. "That's it, now do it without my slap" Trevor flexed. He was learning and the groan he heard the man who called himself "Master" do delighted him. It was something he could to please the man. He flexed again and again. "When I push in relax, then flex. "Sam said pushing his cock forward. Trevor clenched to feel the invading cock and heard his Master make noises as he pulled his cock out. It was hard work. But if he neglected to flex, the man slapped his buttocks. By morning Trevor learned to clench and sometimes not to when he wanted to feel the commanding hand slap his flesh. Breakfast over Trevor began to sit on the floor. "On your knees boy" Sam ordered and Trevor was soon licking and sucking the man's cock. "You learn quickly. And here's what I learned. You are a born slaveboy. You need a man to own you, use you, teach you and take charge of your life understand?" Trevor leaned back on his knees. The man's cum spilled from his lips. "Now here's what you will do now" the man instructed him. Trevor wasn't alone anymore and he knew he would never be anymore. "Out" Trevor said as he went to his bedroom. "Where the fuck are you goin?" The man stood at the door way now watching Trevor jam jeans, shirts, socks and shoes into the canvas bag he used. Grabbing a framed photo of him and his other and the letter from Clark, he turned. "Movin out" He didn't add the "sir" he usually did and walked past the man. "When you comin back?" The man mumbled. Trevor didn't answer. He didn't have to. There was only one person in his life now he answered to, only one man he wanted to call "Sir" and only one place he wanted to be. And the humidity had nothing to do with it at all.