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Mr Jones Second Chances

Part 1

From the

Weird ass mind of Eric Murphey

A couple months have passed and Jamal is back home with his mom. Hes pretty happy now. She is doing really great in her recovery. No relapses so far. Fingers crossed she continues that way. Tremay asked last night if he could stay the night over there. It was Friday and I know he misses him even though they see each other every day. But its different and I get it. I climb out of bed and grab a Newport and screw it between my lips and light it up.

I take a deep drag and look at the time. Yep time to get something to eat and head to work. With no one else here I just make some toast to get me by until later. I will eat at the restaurant because well its mine. I may as well eat there. OK Kind of mine. I am the majority owner. I eat my toast and get dressed. I start to head to work and think I will suprise the girls. I head to McDonald's and get us all a mocha frappachino. Its really expensive I think. But every so often its nice. But at $4 a pop its not really something I get often. Because that shit adds up quick, if you aren't careful. I park in front and grab the drinks in the carrier. I really hate them they are so wasteful. But it makes things easier I suppose. I got Winston a little guy coffee. OK its a chocolate shake. But it kind of looks the same. Especially when the lady at the McDonald's knew me and was happy to put it in a frap cup. I walk in the front door and everyone is standing around looking upset.

"Mr Jones gone be real mad." Sharne says.

"Mr Jones don't get mad. He always happy." Winston pipes in his 3 year old knowledge.

"He is this time Winny." Nikki tells him.

"Why am I going to be mad?" I ask shocking them I'm here.

"You didn't see it?" Shay asks.

"See what?"

"Its on the side of the building." Nikki tells me. "You blind?"

"No I parked out front. Here Winny I got you a coffee. As well as everyone else."

He comes and gets his coffee and gives me a hug. Nikki takes the rest from me and sits them on a table and puts her arm around me and guides me outside. I see in big red letters NIGGERS MUST DIE!!!!! A massive swastika as well.

I am just so shocked I don't know what to think. I just stare then the tears start falling. I am so sad right now that someone not only did this. But they are denying themselves the honor of making so many great friends like I have. They just happen to have a different pigmentation in their skin. Nikki steps in front of me and holds me and I start sobbing and I cant stop. She is saying something to me I have no idea what. I'm sure its something she thinks will be comforting. I step away from her and go get in my truck and wipe the tears away and drive off. I head straight to Menards. I'm still half crying and I grab a gallon of Killz and a five gallon bucket of white paint. I grab a roller, some naps and a paint pan. I have an extension at home I will stop and get it. I get up to pay.

"You OK sir?" The lady ringing me up asks.

"Hay fever." I tell her.

"If you say so. But I'm about to go on break if you want to talk."
I smile at her. Only in Ohio I think.

"No but thank you for caring."

"Isn't that what we are supposed to do?"

"I think so. Again thank you." I smile a nice smile for her. Because it really makes my heart feel good someone cares.

I load the things in the back of the truck and head to my house. I open the garage and grab the extension. I toss it in the back of the truck it hits the back window. I cringe and thankfully it doesn't break. Phew just what would top off my fucking day. I go back and park in the lot. I just sit there a minute staring. I give a big sigh and get the Killz out and get it open, mix it and pour some in the paint tray. I get a roller and slip a nap on it as a news truck shows up. Fuck me. I have been on the news a lot lately. Or so it seems. Most of it good except when the church tried to picket me. Didn't work out for them very well. They lost most of their congregation and then moved to Alabama to retire. I'm telling you that cocksucker was crooked as fuck. Who can retire at 45 from being a preacher? Him and his fat wife no one misses. I like the new pastor. Hes a young guy that grew up in the hood. He has a lovely wife and two cute little girls. They get out and I see the camera guy start rolling. I don't want this shit on the news. I dip the roller and start to paint of the nigger part of it. They are right there fast.

"Mr Jones how do you feel about the vandalism to your building?" The reporter asks me.

I'm so stunned at the stupidity of his question. I answer in like.

"How the fuck you think I feel. You see me doing a fucking jig here? Get the fuck away from me."

"Mr Jones I'm sorry that was a stupid question."
"Ya fucking think so? Mensa ain't calling you anytime soon huh?"
He chuckles and looks at the ground

"No I don't suppose so. Again sorry. But It is our understanding that two teen boys were arrested for this."
I look at him stunned.

"I had no idea. I just got here and just couldn't leave this up there. It is something I am completely against."
"We all know that sir. With all your work in the community that you love and loves you............"

As he says this a patrol car pulls up and blasts its siren. Making the camera man and news man jump.

I just laugh at them.

"Get away from Mr Jones." He says over the speaker.

I smile at the cop as he gets out of his car.

The news crew heads to the side walk and is still filming.

"Mr Jones I'm just real sorry this happened." The cop tells me shaking his head.

"Yeah me too. This isn't the Dayton we know and love is it?"
"No sir it sure isn't. But we arrested two boys both 18 this morning as they were pulling away."

"I don't know if that makes me feel better or not Jesus they are just babies really. Filled with so much hate already. I feel sorry for them."

The cop who I know kind of. I don't trust cops and they understand. But hes a nice guy. You know for a cop.

"They are arraigning them at 3. I know you would want to know."

I find out what court and all the information I can from him. He gives me a copy of the police report. I shove it in my pocket. He takes off and warns the news crew to stay off private property. OK as far as cops go hes OK. I start covering up the offensive language as Mitchell and Quinton pull in.

They get out and are next to me in seconds.

"Our ladies told us what happened. We got this." Mitchell tells me.

"No I don't want you guys getting in trouble over this bullshit. They are already in jail and court is at 3."

"Were going with you."
I don't think I can say no to him right now. Because I'm thinking I wont win no matter what. Not to mention hes bigger than me.

"Alright." I tell him as I go back to painting.

"We going to get something to eat."
I smile at them and go back to it. A moment later William comes out.

"Ill get that Mr Jones." he tells me.
"No I got it. Head back in and help the ladies. Looks busy already."
"It is. But I know your upset. I want to do it for you."
"No really I need to do this part anyway. I will let you repaint the side when I'm done though."

He grins at me and pats me on the back and heads in.

I complete covering up the offensive things and go over it again just to make sure it doesn't bleed through. I take off the nap and toss it in a trash can. I open the paint and just start painting the wall. I know I told William I would let him. But I just have to think. I'm just hoping not many people saw this. I'm really pissed the news crew got it before I got it covered.

"Hey dad what are you doing?" Tremay asks as he and Jamal walk up.

"I'm building a barn. Whats it look like I'm doing."
"Uh oh Mr Jones is upset. Hes only a smart ass like that when hes upset." Jamal says.
"You mad dad?"
'No I'm not mad. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I'm upset but not mad."

"Anything I can do?" He asks me.

"No buddy I'm good. But thank you."

Both boys give me a hug and head into the restaurant.

Sure enough a minute later here comes William.

"You said you was gonna let me do this part."

I just sigh and hand him the roller and he grins at me.

"Love you Mr Jones." He hugs me.

"Thanks William. Now get to work I ain't paying you to stand around for fucks sake.
He busts out laughing at me.

He gets to work and I head in. The news crew interviewing some poor fucker walking down the street. Maybe they are happy being interviewed. Me I hate it. I always feel like an idiot. I head to my office and shut the door and light a cigarette. I know its illegal. Think I care? I hear a little knock on my door.

"Come in Winston."
I hear the door knob rattling as he tries to get it to turn and he finally gets it open.

"I brought you coffee."

"Thank you buddy." I tell him and take it from his hand. He crawls up on my lap.

"Momma said what they put is real mean."
"It was. But its gone now so it doesn't matter."
"Why they do that then?"

"I don't know buddy. Some people are just mean I guess."

"You ain't mean. You the nicest person I know."
I kiss the top of his head and then take a sip of my now kind of frozen coffee.

"Now get on. I got to get this paperwork done for the state." I tell him and nudge him off my lap.

"Love you Mister Jones."
"Love you too buddy."
I get a wet kiss on my cheek as he has me bend down. He is so sweet.

I get onto the tax information and its so bad. I hate it. Why did we start this business? Oh yeah help people. OK this sucks but its part of the bullshit of doing business. Why am I a tax collector? I shrug and work on. A while later Tremay and Jamal walk in.

"Lunch time. Nikki said to bring this to you."
I look and its a grilled cheese and some chicken soup. I just smile.

"She said you would smile."
"Its what our mom always gave us when we felt bad. Usually because of Nikki's dad. But still its a nice memory. Tell her I said thanks."
"Sure." They both hug me and head back out.

I eat it down pretty quickly. I guess I was hungry with just toast for breakfast. I see its 11:45 and head out to make sure everything is ready for the children. It is. I start walking around saying Hi to everyone. Jenae is there and hugs me tight.

I have been told I love you more since I have moved here then in my entire life before. I have to admit. Its nice. Its really nice. I've also gotten more hugs too. I'm not remotely complaining except I should have moved years ago. I help pass out the lunch until we are done. I see its almost two and go tell Nikki I'm leaving for the day. As I walk out I see Mitchell in the lot. He honks. Yeah no chance of winning this. Pick your battles Gary I tell myself.

I climb in the back seat because Quinton is driving of course and Mitchell shotgun.

They head to the court house and we head to the courtroom. The guys sit next to me and I somehow got the aisle. Not sure how. Just worked that way. We are sitting and waiting and the judge walks in and all rise is said. I half get up. With my past I have really no respect for the "justice" system. So I show as little respect as I can get away with. Mitchell smiles at my half gesture of getting up. He knows me. If I'm not there to get something I am not that nice. He saw a cop try to ID me once and I'm like Ohio is not a stop and ID state. You have to have a cause to ID me. What am I accused of doing? Yeah I'm a dick when it comes to cops as a rule. I'm not proud of it. I used to have the utmost respect for them. Then I had to deal with them. Lost any and all respect for them immediately. Maybe because he broke my arm handcuffing me and calling me every filthy name he could think of. I'm sure some were in different languages but I'm not sure I was in pain my arm was broken. Then it took two days before I could get to the hospital after my arrest. So yeah not much respect.

I see them bring in the prisoners. Poor fucking guys all chained together like animals. Shackled because I'm sure the fat guard is too lazy to chase them if they run. Which is probably good for them because he would probably just shoot them anyway. We hear five cases until mine is brought forth.

"Mr Jones I see you are present. Can you step forward please." The judge asks me. I do because well its the thing to do at this time.

"Pedo nigger lover." One of them spits out. He literally tries to spit on me. His cohort is looking down.

The deputy quickly grabs him and shoves him in a chair.

"Behave or you will get a mask."
"Fuck you." The kid says and starts trying to hit the guard. He is quickly taken down and drug out of the courtroom hogtied. Granted as big of a piece of shit as I think he is. Its still hard to see a person treated like that.

"Alright then. I'm going to appoint him an attorney who I'm sure will hate me for it. And now you sir. Which are you Brad or Greg?"

"I'm Brad your honor." The young man says looking down at the ground.

"Alright you are being charged with.....…"
He goes on and lists about 4 things. None of them good.

"I'm really sorry your honor. I will go back and paint it. I didn't want to do it. Not really. I mean man my parents are going to kill me." He says looking down.

"Your honor. If I may. I don't think this boy is really responsible. I'm sure he participated. But I don't see as how any good will come from it to incarcerate him any more. Just from watching him and his actions I can see he is remorseful. I respect that he would come back into MY neighborhood after what he painted and paint over it. Because your honor lets be honest. He wouldn't be safe. It seems like he has had a decent upbringing and regrets his actions. I don't think if you let him go you will ever see him again. I don't want to press charges against him."

Everyone looks at me like I'm fucking crazy. Even the kid.

"Are you sure?" The judge asks me after he picks his jaw off the bench.

"Yes your honor. All I ask is that he repays me the cost of the supplies I had to purchase this morning to cover up the mess he and his friend made of my building."
"How much is that?"
I dig the receipt out of my pocket.

"$158.77 sir."
"And a $100 for your time. Case dismissed." Hammer slams.

"Next case."

I walk out and the kid is still staring at me like what the fuck just happened. The guard takes him out of the court and the next poor cocksucker stands at the table.

I walk out of the court room and Mitchell and Quinton are a few steps behind me. They don't say a word as we walk out and get in the car. When we get in Quinton. Who is about 6 feet 6 inches and about 240 pounds of pure muscle looks at me.

"I wanted to snap that cracker in half talking to you like that."

I frown at him.

"I know I shouldn't say cracker. How bout pecker wood?"
I just laugh at him, and say.

"Hes going to be someones bitch is what hes going to be. A mouth like that the kid ain't but about 130 pounds for fucks sake. Hes gonna call the wrong guy a nigger and he will be beaten pretty good I have no doubt about that."
"But you just let that other white boy off like nothing. Whats up with that?"
"Have you ever known me to be wrong about someone? And hes a young man not a boy."
"No I don't guess I have ever seen you judge someone wrong. But it just gets me the wrong way the way he disrespected you like that. Painting that shit on your building. Should have at least got him some probation or something."

"Hes not a bad kid. Hes just got shitty taste in friends."
"If you think so." He turns around and off to get my truck we go. He pulls in the lot and we talk about some bullshit on the way. Nothing major just talking about whatever. We pull in I go get Tremay and we head home.

When we get there I start making some supper for us. Nothing fancy its Saturday night and I make some onion burgers and some frozen fries. He and I both like them better baked so I do it that way.

He is setting the kitchen table.

"So what happened at court?"
"Nothing much. Got the money back for the paint and stuff."
"That's good. So what are they going to do with them?"
"No idea with one. The other I didn't press charges against."
"You crazy?!?!"
"Maybe. But he reminds me of William in a way. Just a lost kid and doesn't know where to go or what to do. Trying to be a man when he isn't yet."
"He ain't moving in here is he? Don't want no racists living here with me."
I laugh at him.

"Who said he was moving in?"
"You said he reminds you of William."

"I did say that. But he has a home that's a good one I think. Besides I don't think hes racist. I think hes just lost."

"So he ain't moving in?"
"No sir."

We eat and Dee texts me.

you gonna be on the news

I respond.

I know.

You gonna watch?
No I don't think so.

"Tell Aunt Nikki I say hi."
"Its not your aunt Nikki. Its Dee."
"What she want?"
"To see if you would put your nose in my business. She won you did."
"Daaaaad."
"Maaaaaay."
"You gonna tell me?"
"She said I'm going to be on the news. But I assure you it wont be anything I said. I was pretty rude to that fucker."
"I'm watching."

"Alright come on."
I turn on the TV and the news is just starting.

"Early this morning local business man Gary Jones restaurant was attacked by vandals." You see them interviewing me but no words. HM wonder why? But then they go to the side of the building and me painting over it.

"If you remember Mr Jones has a program where he feeds children who are hungry in the neighborhood for free at his restaurant. We here are appalled at what has happened. It comes from a good source that Mr Jones said this isn't the Dayton he has learned to know and love. I think that says about all of it right there. Here are a couple of people we ran into and what they had to say about this incident."
"Ma'am what do you think of the hate filled speech painted on the side of Mr Jones Place?"
"How you think I feel. I feel sad for Mr Jones. He a good man. He do lots of good for this community. Before him seems like nobody cared bout nobody or nothing. Now we got boys and girls going round helping old folks like me. I tell you what them young boys cut my yard It ain't never looked better. You wanna see it? Its real nice now."
"No ma'am I believe you."
"Shame though. Seem like everybody try to kick a good man down. But he ain't gone let em. I can bet you that."
It has a couple more people and then I see some children walking in for lunch. It ends with Tremay and Jamal hugging me then cuts to William hugging me.

"So Dayton the story of a good man who loves his community and they obviously love him too. We have obtained from the courts that only one of the defendants has been charged at the request of Mr Jones the charges were dropped on the other. We don't know why. But from what we know of Mr Jones. There's a reason. WDTN News. At Mr Jones Place."

"It was nice they didn't say sex offender this time."
"They quit that a while back. Nobody cares what you did so long ago."
"I know but I always expect it."
Ding.

"Suppers ready."

We sit down to eat after I grab us some Cokes. I take a bite and hear a knock on the front door. I know its not Dee or hers. They are out of town visiting some relatives in Cleveland. I'm worried about her. I never heard much nice about that place. How did she know I was going to be on the news I'm thinking.

"Want me to get it?" Tremay asks starting to get up.

"No I got it. You eat."
I go to the door and see a boy I know. Hes 13 and has a couple younger brothers. They come in towards the end of the month to eat. Their mom is such a nice lady and tries so hard. But like most people in the community. Trying hard and making it doesn't always happen. I don't mind its why I do what I do. Its important to make sure your neighbors are fed and especially the children. I open the door and ask him.

"Whats up Cam?"
"Mr Jones I need your help?" He says and I hear the desperation in his voice.

"Come in and tell me what I can do to help. Have you eaten supper?"
"Not yet. I been working."
"Come on in and eat some and tell me what I can do to help."

I step aside and he walks in and goes to the kitchen. Not his first time here. I think every child in the hood has been in my house at one point or another. But it was only last summer I was feeding them in the yard. So it makes sense. I'm make him up a burger and add some fries. I always make extra because you just never know who will show up around here.

"Thanks Mr Jones." He says as I set the plate in front of him. I grab him a Coke.

I sit back down.

"So what do you need help with?"
He swallows his bite and looks at me.

"Mr Jones my lawn mowers broken. I ain't got a clue how to fix it. I done promised Miss Hattie I would get her yard cut. I cant let her down. Shes my grandmamas friend."
"And she makes the best damn chocolate chip cookies I ever ate too." I add.

"That ain't no lie for sure. But I know you know how to do lots of stuff I figure you can help me."
"Buddy when it comes to lawn mowers and shit like that I know how to add gas and that's about it. But I bet William does. Let me call him."

"Thanks Mr Jones." I see a huge smile take over his previously worried face.

i grab my phone off the table and press Williams name.

"Hey Mr Jones."

"You working?"
"No sir. Me and Shelitha just sitting here figuring out what to make for supper."

"How about some onion burgers and doing me a favor."
"Be right over."
"Bring the baby. I don't get to see her often enough."
"Will do."
I hang up and jump up.

"They are bringing the baby. Woot woot."

I race upstairs and grab the little swinging bassinet I got a little while back. OK truth be told the guy that owns the used stuff store gave it to me. He actually got me a few. I keep them at the restaurant to help the new parents out. Its handy. I set it up next to my chair and then pull out some more ground beef and start frying up some patties.

"May you ready for another one?"
He nods as he shoves a few fries in his mouth. He may be ten but he eats like hes 16. I'm not complaining at all. I put the other two burgers I have done on the table with the buns and they are a memory from that plate in a minute.

I'm so happy I get to see my baby. I know she isn't really mine. But the thing is William is kind of like my son. So she is kind of like my grand baby. Shelitha already calls me grandpa when she is talking to the baby about me. It just makes my heart sing. Shes 6 months old now. Just the cutest baby you ever did see. I made up 5 burgers from the pound of meat and a large onion. They are good sized. As I am getting them pulled out of the pan and set on a paper towel on a plate to absorb some of the grease. Not all of it just some. Need some for flavor. I hear the front door open.

"Were home Mr Jones." William shouts and Shelitha giggles.

I go out to the living room.

"There's my little girl." I say taking her from Shelitha.

I give her kisses on her cheeks making her giggle.

"Still say you should have named her Gary."
Shelitha laughs at me.

"You silly Mr Jones."
"Come on I got your food done. Just need to drop some fries in the fryer for you guys."
I guess Tremay and I are weird because everyone else likes their fries fried. So I got fry Daddy.

I drop in some fries in the basket and let it down carefully so I don't burn the fuck out of myself. Learned that the hard way. Only takes once for me usually to learn.

"May why don't you take Cam in the living room and play some games while we eat."
"Sure thing dad."

I smile at him as they both get up and wash off their plates. I kiss the top of his head as he walks by me. I tell you what I will never get tired of that boy calling me dad. I think he loves it as much as I do. It just feels so right. They go in and the fries get done and I pour them on a plate.
I sit them on the table and we start eating.

"So whatchoo need Mr Jones?"
"Cam says his lawnmower is broken. I know you are pretty good at stuff like that."
"Not lawn mowers. But my cousin Mourice he owns a landscaping company. Hes good with stuff like that."
"Think he would help us out?"
He nods as he is chewing.

He pulls out his phone as he chews and scrolls down and hits the name.

"Sup Reese need a favor for Mr Jones."
Cant hear the other end of the call.

"No he needs a lawn mower fixed for one of the boys in the hood. I told him your pretty good at it Can you help out?"
"Tell him Ill pay him for his time."
"Don't stupid Mr Jones he ain't gonna take none of yo money."
I just shrug and stick one of my cold fries in my mouth and look at the baby next to me. Sadly I eat a lot of my meals cold. I start and then something happens then well next thing you know its cold. But being a restaurant owner you get used it. William ends the call.

"He will be here shortly. Hes finishing supper."
"Cool."
"He heard you offer money and hes said pretty much the same thing I did."
"Well the mans time is worth something. Hes a business owner after all."
We eat and after Shelitha and William do up the dishes while I snatch up my baby and walk around telling her a story about a mean man named William and how the grandpa who is all loving comes in and saves the day.
Shelitha is in tears laughing so hard at me. William is chuckling at me.

"Oh my someone made a messy diaper didn't she."
"I got this Mr Jones." William says taking the baby from me.

"Best part of being a grandpa. No dirty diapers." I say chuckling.

I go and sit on the couch and pull out my tray and roll a joint. I fire it up and William and I smoke it. Shelitha will smoke but not when shes got the baby. Shes a good mom for sure. She doesn't want to take any chances. I don't blame her. As we are finishing the joint I hear a knock on the door.
William gets it and greets his cousin.

"Smells good as fuck in here." He says grinning.

"I can roll another or pack a bowl if you like." I offer.

'Nah I'm good for now But when we get done maybe."
"Tell you what I will roll a fat blunt now. You can take it with you. I appreciate you helping Cam out like this. He is one of the boys that helps the older folks get their lawns cut."
He grins at Cam and rubs the top of his head.

"Hes a good one then."
"They all are. They just need to be told that until they start believing it. Come on Cam lets get your mower fixed."
He grins and gets up. We all head out by my garage where he left his mower.

Apparently Reese parked in the drive. I have been parking in the garage since we had a hail storm. I don't want damage to my truck. He grabs a tool box from the back seat and takes out the spark plug.

"Well, Cam your plug is fouled. We know that's part of the problem or it could be all of it."
"How do I fix it?" He asks giving a curious look.

"Ill show you young man."

He does just that as Tremay is playing with some others on the jungle gym in the yard. I still don't know what to call that thing. William is over there "helping" them. Shelitha went back inside because the fly's kept landing on the baby. I grab a lawn chair and watch and learn. Just as soon as I have a question pop in my head Cam has it asked. Hes a smart lad that one. Reese has Cam put the plug back in so he knows how. He pulls the chord to start it and it fires up like new.

"There that's fixed. Lets check your blade." He cuts off the mower and he puts the mower on his tailgate.

"Little dull here my friend."
So Reese gets out a couple wrenches and pulls the blade. He starts sharpening it with a drummel tool. I so want one. But I really haven't a need for it other than I want it. He shows Cam how to do it and has him do one side after he has the other done. They put the blade on together Reese taking the time to show him how to do things properly. This is a nice guy here for sure. I've met the man a few times. But we haven't really gotten to know each other. Hes busy, I'm busy you get it.

"Mr Jones get your mower out so I can see if this young man can do it without my help or not."
"Sure." I open the garage door with the code and pull out my mower.

He pulls the plug and cleans it gaps it and puts it back in. With no help or questions. Reese is just watching. Mhm here and mhm there. Good job tossed in here and there. Now me I got a lazy mans mower. Its got a starter on it. He pushes the button and she fires right up. He cuts it off and struggles but he gets it on the back of the truck. He looks under the deck.

"Mr Jones you cant have build up like this in your mower. It wont work right." Cam chastises me.

"What do I know I grew up in New York. The most grass I ever saw was at Central Park."
I grab a trowel off my work bench and he scrapes clean all the grass I had no idea was under there. I mean I really didn't know. I'm a city boy. You don't mow sidewalks. Once that's done he gets the two wrenches and he struggles but he gets it. He pulls my blade off and looks at it.

"Its all nicked up. You running over rocks and shit Mr Jones?" Cam asks.
"Is that bad?"
"Oh lord." Reese says under his breath.

He sets it on the edge of the tailgate like Reese showed him and sharpens it up really nice taking out the nicks I created because I'm stupid. He gets it back on and starts it up and runs it over a strip of my lawn.

"Wow its good as new now." I say amazed.

"Sure it is." Cam tells me.

"You know Cam I could use a young man like you to help me through the summer. Hows $10 an hour sound?" Reese tells him.
"Sounds good. But I got a lot of old folks lawns to mow. I cant let them down."
"I tell you what. I will help you with those when we get done with the paying jobs. I will even keep paying you as we do."
"I will take the help for them. But I wont take the money. Wouldn't be right."
Reese and I both smile at him after he says this.

"When you get out of school for the summer?"
"Another week."
"Cool. Get my number from William when you do. I start around 6 am to get everything loaded and gas for the day. That too early for you?"
"Not for no $10 an hour it ain't. I get up at 3 for that."
"Wish the rest of my guys felt like that. Its not a lot of money. But its not too bad I suppose."
"Is for me. Man I'm gonna save me bunches so I can get my momma a real nice Christmas present this year. The boys got birthdays coming up too. Man this is so cool. Thanks Mr Reese." He says and hugs him.

"I think I should thank you. I think you are going to be my best worker for sure. You actually listen to what I'm saying."
"Cuz you teaching me."

"Well shit guys. Now that he mowed the strip I need to mow my lawn now. Let me go get you that blunt rolled." I race into the house and roll a super fat one for him. I mean you cant fit another gram in it if you had too. I got that wrap full as a tick. I walk back out and hand it to him as he is putting his tools in his truck.

"Thanks a lot Reese. I really appreciate you helping out Cam like that. Giving him a job too."
"Shit he is doing me a favor. I cant get nobody to work. They all want to get paid but don't want to show up and do shit."
I don't have that problem. Everyone I got loves to work.'

"Because of what you are doing is why. I do some hot, nasty and dirty work. Cam is going to earn that money for sure."
"I'm sure he will. Hes a good boy and a hard worker."
"And hes gone be rich too. Hes gonna get him a weed eater first paycheck." he informs us.

"You know I got one at the house from last season that broke. I need to rebuild it. If you want to learn how to do that. I will give it to you. Because the more you know the easier my life is. If I say Hey Cam I need this rebuilt and you do it I can do other shit."
"Way cool. I cant tonight though. I got three lawns to mow. I got to get going before it gets dark. But I can be at your house after church if that's good?"
"That would be perfect."
"Ill make you a deal. You did me and Cam a solid. You come by for lunch and supper on me. You married?"
"No I ain't got no time for women in my life right now."
Hmm I'm thinking. I know a real nice lady happens to live right across the street from me. Shes real pretty and got two great little guys. He seems pretty good with boys. My mind is a going full speed now.

"You know what I will take you up on that."
"Good I want you too."
"Breakfast if you want too."
"I just have some oatmeal for breakfast. But thanks."
"Offers there if you change your mind."
Cam and Reese talk a minute more than Reese puts Cams mower on the back and takes him to his first job.

I start my mower and start pushing it around the lawn. Tremay and his friends grab a rake and start cleaning up my mess I'm making. Hes a good boy for sure. It takes us an hour to get done and the children and he are bagging up the lawn clippings and putting them by the street for the trash man on Monday. OK I'm not a misogynist. He is a man they both are.

"Dad can I play until dark?"
"Buddy I never asked you to stop playing so of course."
"What you think I'm gonna let my dad mow the yard and not help?"

"I love you so much Tremay." I pull him into me and we have a sticky sweaty hug. "I'm going to go shower. If you or the children want anything."
"I know dad just get it. Have they had supper?"
"Yes sir I done asked."
"Good boy."
I head in the house and walk upstairs. My clothes are so sweaty I peel them off and leave them in a pile because I don't want them to mildew or something. So a load of laundry is in order after Tremay comes in and strips his off. I get in the shower and oh my its wonderful. Washing off all that sweat and grime. How people do this for a living is beyond me. I like doing mine. But others I don't think so. I think tomorrow after church I will get Dee's lawn. Maybe I should get a weed eater. I don't have one and I could sure use it to edge the driveway and sidewalks. Not to mention I don't know weed eat around bushes and things. Would make my lawn look nicer. I wish I would have said bye to William and Shelitha before they left. But I was mowing so it held priority at the time. I get out and slip on some sleeping pants. Because I don't know if the other children will be coming in and using the restroom or anything. I don't mind being naked around Tremay. But others not so much. Well and Jamal and well OK everyone but the children I don't know as well. Jenny and Kenny have seen me naked so much they don't even mention it anymore. I head downstairs and turn on the TV. Man I love my TV its my big ole TV as Jenny calls it. 70 inches of high def glory.

Its ridiculous I spent so much money to watch episodes of I Dream of Genie and stupid shit like that. But hey its my escape. Has been for years. Now I don't have to escape the real world because its a beautiful place here for me now. Well except this morning sadly. But that's over with now. I'm thinking about that boy Brad that I let go. His friend was a cunt. But this boy seems a good boy. I'm not usually wrong about things like this. I see the light outside is getting dimmer. I know as soon as a street light flickers to life my yard will be clear of children and Tremay will come strolling in. Sure enough five minutes later here he comes.

"Street lights is on." He informs me as he heads upstairs to shower.

I follow him up and grab the clothes from our room. He still sleeps with me every night. I don't mind in the least little way. I go in the bathroom and grab the clothes he dropped on top of mine. We don't really shut the bathroom door unless we are having a BM. We figure its just us guys who cares. We seen each other naked so many times I cant count that high. Of course we do other things too. We are lovers until he decides he doesn't want to be anymore. I head downstairs and put the laundry in the washer and get it started. I go back out and start my show back up. Its an interesting one. Genie does something to get Major Nelson in trouble. So that narrows down the episode to any of them.

A few minutes later a naked Tremay comes downstairs. He sits on my lap and I wrap my arms around him.

"Best day of my life is when M brought me here." He tells me.

"Mine too for sure." I tell him and kiss his neck.

"I think Cam is super cute. You think Cams cute?"
"Oh yes for sure."
"Would you do stuff if he asked?"
"Maybe I don't know. Would you?"
"For sure. But he ain't gay."
"Neither has Jamal never stopped him from feeling good did it?"
He giggles.

"He felt good a few times last night."
I chuckle at him.

"I seen Cam without a shirt once. Dad hes so sexy." He informs me.

"That I'm sure would be a nice sight for sure."
"Better if he was naked."
"You can ask him to stay the night if you want."
"I might. I like him a lot. Not for like a boy friend or nothing. But because he is nice and super cute."

"Well as cute as he is he doesn't hold a candle to you."
"HMMMM." He moans as he runs his butt up and down my half hard cock. I watch his cock go from flaccid to rock solid in a second. Him moving his ass on my cock had the same effect.

"Dad?" he stops and looks me in the eye.

"Yeah buddy?"
"Um would it be OK if you bent me over the table where Cam was sitting and I can pretend its him doing it?"
"Sure buddy. I'm OK with that. Can I pretend your him?"
His cock twitches.

"Oh yeah I would love to see you do his butt. I love watching you pump into other boys butts."
I'm a little surprised.

"Do you?"
"Oh yeah. I just love seeing their faces when you first push in and its a little pain and pleasure. Then when it goes to pure pleasure. I love when William has you be mean to him. I pretend we are in olden times and he has to do whatever you say because hes your slave. You just take him whenever you want to."
His cock is twitching the entire time hes telling me this. He cant help but grab it and start stroking.

"Does that turn you on?"
"Yeah." he says shyly.

"Whats your fantasy?"
"Its embarrassing dad."

"Ill tell you mine."
"You first." he prods me.

"OK."
He spins around on my lap and is facing me.

"You ready?"
"Shoot yeah dad."
"OK you're right this is kind of embarrassing. Now mind you this isn't something I would ever do. I would never want to hurt anyone. But if I know its you and you were willing it would be so hot to me."
"Well?" he asks his eyebrows raised in arches like I do mine. I cant help but smile.

"Alright. Say a really cute boy knocks on my door and he is just wearing shorts and shoes. No shirt. I see his sexy chest but I never met him before. He asks if he can make any money doing something for me. I say sure come in I can figure something out. We walk out into the kitchen and I just grab him and I shove him over the table and rip down his shorts and show his hot little ass. I shove a finger up in him and he yelps and says this isn't at all what he was thinking and begs me to stop. I don't listen at all because I want this boy so bad. I am going to do whatever I want to him."
"Like William likes?"
"Yes like William likes but a boy your age that's younger and so sexy like you are. I pull my hared cock from my pants and I lube it up and just shove it in and take his ass like its mine to take. I fuck him hard and fast like I do William and he is crying and stuff as he begs me to stop. But I just fuck him hard until I get what I want which is to cum deep inside his tight little ass."

"MMM that sounds hot."
"Yeah but like I said I couldn't ever really do it. I couldn't hurt someone like that. Its sexy to think about but not to really do it. I don't think I could keep my cock hard then rape a boy."
I see him thinking.

"OK your turn."
He sighs and his cock starts twitching.

"Mines kind of like yours in a way. Its kind of weird I think. I kinda told you part of it already. But its olden times and you are a big slave guy and you are looking for a boy slave. So we got like five boys lines up for you to inspect. Me being one of course. You go down the line and inspect our parts and get us hard. None of us want to do it at all. You force us to kiss you on the mouth. Then you reach down and play with us to get us hard. We keep trying to pull away but you hold us tight and wont let us. You hit us to make us mind you. Then shove us all on or knees and force your big cock in our mouths and you fuck our mouths for a minute Then you make us stand up and then you bend us over and look at our butts and play with our holes. We try to move away but you threaten us that you will buy us all and then beat us hard and then still do whatever you want. So we may as well let you. You put some oil or something on your cock and you push it in each of us and fuck us hard for a minute or so. Then you get to me and shove it in and you pump me hard and fast and cum up in me. Then you choose me to own. You make me your bedroom boy. Weird huh?"
"No I don't think so. It makes perfect sense to me."
"Really?"
"Sure buddy. think about it like this. You love me so much that you want to be mine. All mine. But I love you that much too. So I guess we both kind of own each other. Our hearts for certain."
"I kinda get it."
"But we only got three boys that we can have in the game. You Jamal an William."
"Maybe Cam soon."
"Maybe but I doubt it buddy. I got an idea. We can kind of do your fantasy tonight if you want to try."
I see his cock twitch at the thought.

"Go in the kitchen and wait for me a few minutes. Let your cock go soft if you can."
He doesn't say a word he races into the kitchen. I light a cigarette and take a few hits off a bowl of weed I got packed. I like this little play acting we are doing. Its kind of like my fantasy in a way. In a way kind of. OK they are kind of similar. I finish my cigarette and snuff it out and walk into the kitchen. He is standing in the middle of the kitchen. A couple feet from the table.

"The slaver said he only had one boy for me to look at. I guess your him then huh?"
"I suppose so suh."
"HM get over here."

He is quickly in front of me. I lift him up and stand him on a chair. I grab his cock and balls kind of rough. I stroke it a few times and it rises.

"Well I guess that part of ya works alright. I force open his mouth and finger around in there like I'm checking his teeth. I know they are perfect I got the dental bills to prove it.

"Teeth look good boy."
"Thank you suh."
I bend over and kiss him. He tries to turn his face from me. I grab his ear and pull him back.

"Boy we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way I'm getting what I want to sample. Got to make sure your worth it."

"Sorry suh."
I grab his cheeks with my hand.

"You better be boy. Because if I buy you then you best do everything I say. Otherwise out to the whipping post."

"I sorry suh. I be good for you."
"I know you will or I will beat you until you do."
"Please suh not that."
"We will see."

Tremays cock is twitching with anticipation. Hes really turned on by this. Me I thought I would be but my cock is hardly hard.

I jerk him off the chair. Being careful of course its only role playing I don't want to hurt him. I shove him on his knees and pull my half soft cock out and shove it at his lips. He turns his head.

I grab his ear and pull him back around and with my other hand pry open his mouth. I shove my cock in his mouth and start pushing it in and out. Now Tremay is an excellent blow job artist. But he is playing the part well. He is acting like he wants no part of it. So his mouth is kind of open. But its turning me on pretending its his first time. My cock is rock solid now.

"You are lousy at sucking a cock I say pulling my cock from his mouth. I see a little smile and his cock twitch.

I pull him up my his arm and I turn him around like I'm inspecting his ass. I know that like I know the back of my hand. Hey when did I get that spot there? OK better than the back of my hand apparently. I rub his cheeks and he starts to step away from me. I spin him and press him against the table so he cant move. I shove his head on the table and spread his cheeks.

"That's a nice hole boy. I bet its good and tight."
"I guess so suh."
I rub my cock up and down it and he tries to scoot away but I have him pinned.

"Your going to love this and beg me to do it a lot."
"If'n you say so suh."
"I do say so." I say mean.

"Yes suh I begging now suh."
"I know you are. You want it bad don't you boy."
"I guess so suh? Not real sure what you talking about though suh."
He is so into this. I'm starting to.

I shove wet my finger and shove it in his ass.

"Oh suh what you doing? Suh that hurts bad suh stop please."
"No way boy. I got to sample you before I buy you."
"Please suh. Be nice suh."
"To a colored boy. What for?"
"Cuz you a nice man suh. I know it."
I let out a wicked laugh.

I grab some oil that's within reach and rub it on my cock and his little hole. Its opening and closing he is so excited about this. I put my cock against his hole and shove it past the muscle letting the head in.

"OH SUH OH THAT HURT."
"Shut up boy you will love it in a few minutes."
"No suh. No suh I wont."
"You fucking will because nothing will please you more than pleasing your owner."
I shove about half my cock in. I know it wont hurt him I could bury it to the hilt and he would be fine with it. I have before slowly slid it all the way in without stopping. He loves when I do that. At first no way could I. But after months of us doing it a lot. He has grown accustomed to relaxing his muscles and allowing entry.

He lets out a half scream. Not loud but enough to act like it hurts. I know it doesn't because if I remotely thought it did I would stop. I love my Tremay with all my heart I would never ever hurt him.

I shove it the rest of the way in. I start really pounding his ass like he said he wanted me to do like I do with William.

I bend over and whisper harshly in his ear.

"Your ass is now mine. I'm so going to buy you and take it anytime I want. You hear me?"
"Yes suh. Oh suh it hurt so bad."
"Shut up and take my cock."
"Oh suh please stop."
"Not chance boy."

I pound into him hard and within three minutes I'm slamming it into him and unloading my maleness into him.

I have him pinned to the table with my body and am holding both of his wrists because he was acting like he was trying to push me off. Barely trying. Hes a strong boy and he was giving minimal effort. I shove in one last time burying my cock to the hilt.

"You liked that didn't you boy?"
"No suh."
"Shut up you will."
I slip my cock from him and smack him on the ass. Not real hard but kind of. I flip him over and take his cock not my hand and stroke it three times and he has a dry cum so hard. Its so hard I never saw him cum that hard. I've seen him cum a lot. But this is by far the hardest I've ever seen him cum.

After he cums he is laying on the table his legs dangling and he is trying hard to catch his breath.

"I told you that you would like it boy."
"Oh suh I never felt like that afore ever. Please buy me and make your boy."
"Ha I will see how cheap I can get you first. But you did fine for the first time."
"Oh please suh please I cant live with another massa. I can only go with you now."
"HM I don't know. You don't suck cock for shit."
"Ill do better suh. You just teach me how Ill do real good for you."
"Maybe. Let me go talk to the man."
I grab a soda from the fridge for each of us. I crack open the cans and set one beside him and take a big drink. Man this is hard work. But I certainly enjoyed every second of it.

I walk out of the room like he means nothing to me and sit on the couch and catch my breath. He comes out a few minutes later.

"Wow that was hot. Be better with a couple more boys though."
"I don't know buddy that was pretty hot."
"Yeah but then you would choose me over them."
"I will talk to William and see if he wants to play. You ask Jamal."
"They will say yes for sure."

"I love you so much Tremay." I say as he sits on my lap and snuggles in. A little while later we are both pretty beat and head to bed.