Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2015 22:08:37 -0700 From: hash_poopy@hushmail.me Subject: trailer park boys 3 Okay it has been a while but here I go, another chapter and I hope it is a fun read. Life continues to be a physiological challenge for Scott who is trying to find true love for the first time, the love that can only be found with a boy. This story is totally fictional as always. Trailer park Boys Chapter 3; Helping I sat on my deck back at my place in Malibu overlooking the pacific watching the sun go down, it had been a weird week. I thought about Hunter and wondered about Billy, had he figured me out? Billy seemed to make sure Hunter and me were never alone. Tommy continued to avoid me. Carlos was busy with his uncle and cousins. Juan would hang around like he wanted to ask me something but never did. May and Shelly seemed to be competing for my attention even though I told them I was Gay, shit! I had to get away from all of it for a few days and have some sex! Beating off three times a day thinking about boys that were starting to seem unattainable was not cutting it. "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom." "I was going to make a drink, want one?" I asked. "I guess." The kid answered nervously. "You can hang out, even crash here tonight if you want." "I'll have to call to let my mom know." The teenager beamed, sipping the margarita I had handed him. I had met the boy on the beach and we seemed to hit it off. He was fun and before we knew it we had spent the day together. He was tall, thin, and with a creamy dark chocolate brown complexion; an absolutely beautiful black teenager. He had some kind of an accent, an island boy from the Carrabin I guessed. But that did not matter, he was sexy and I was horny. I had no idea how old he was but I was sure he was over eighteen or at least I hopped he was. It was Wednesday so why would a high school kid be at the beach? No, he had to be at least eighteen. Three margaritas later we were sitting on the couch watching a stupid movie; it was dark except for the glow coming from the TV. "Whoa, I'm getting a little sideways, Mon." the kid slurred. "Let me get that for you." I sighed, reaching across the boy taking his empty glass. When I sat back I looked into his sweet brown eyes and stroked his smooth cheek, he was not old enough to have facial hair yet, I loved it. He looked a little surprised but smiled slightly; I stroked his soft black hair. Then I moved in and kissed him softly on the lips, he pulled away a little but then hesitantly kissed back. "Are you okay?" I asked. "When I get out of school I am going to move to the beach." The kid sighed looking into the moonless night out over the ocean, not answering my question. "Come here." I pulled the kid to me and hugged him, our bare chests rubbing together before I stretched the thin long intoxicating boy out on my couch. I kissed him again forcing my tongue deeply, passionately into his mouth. I could tell he was not used to french kissing but again he started to return my affection, he was catching on. His scent was fascinating and my lack of actual physical sexual contact was over whelming me. Add the margaritas and well, you get the picture. I continued to kiss and stroke him reaching into his shorts finding a very hard, very big dick. He grabbed my wrist. "Wait, I never did anything with a guy before." The kid stuttered, shaking a little. "Well you seem to be enjoying it." I whispered, sucking on his earlobe. "I have never been, you know with anybody." "Just relax and do what comes natural, I'll help you and I will make you feel amazing," I hushed into his adorable ear, "it is just us, you are safe." He relaxed, released my wrist and turned his head to me kissing me hard. His tongue felt thick as he pushed it deeply into my mouth. I slipped my hand around the boy's dick and squeezed a huge amount of pre-cum from him while snaking my tongue with his. He was a fucking amazing; a horny and sexed up teenage boy, a virgin. The more I kissed and jerked him the more he loved it. He quickly squirmed out of his shorts and nearly ripped mine off. Instantly he swallowed my cock as if he had been waiting all of his life to suck one. "Hold on Buddy, take it easy or you will be swallowing my cum way to soon." I joked, deeply looking into his unsure eyes looking up at me with my dick resting in his mouth. I helped him into a 69 so I could have his dick too and it stretched my mouth to its limits. His pubes were extremely soft and smelled of the ocean. He was making an amazing amount of pre-cum that I swallowed eagerly. I worked my way to his hairless balls and he followed suit. By the lack of body hair I began to wonder if I had misjudged his age, I couldn't stop now. Then I spread his ass cheeks and aggressively ate his hole pushing my tongue deep. He gasped out grinding back into my face! He poked around my back door a little and I could tell he was nervous. He continued to lick and probe so softly, so adorably. We rolled around on the floor as we kissed and licked each other everywhere. His fumbling inexperience was cute and extremely hot! God, I needed to suck a dick and eat an ass so badly and this boy was the ticket! He gave his beautiful bottom to me and I ever so gently made love to him. Fuck he was incredibly tight! In heavy lustful sex play I thought about my trailer park boys. In my imagination I was sucking Hunters tiny dick, licking Tommy's pooper and fucking Juan hard and deep. As the strong black boy pounded my ass, his first piece of ass, I thought about Carlos fucking my face while Jamal fucked me hard all the way to heaven. Eventually the two of us were in a heap on my floor sweaty, stinky and filled with each other's cum. Damn; I needed this break from the young boys to get fucked. "That was amazing, Dude." I huffed, kissing his amazing lips. "I'm going to take a shower, help yourself to anything you want." I figured the kid would clean up too but he did not join me. Oh well, I will be fucking him in the morning and we would get sweaty all over again anyways. I washed and felt up my sore ass hole feeling the boy's cum oozing out. I could not help myself and tasted the goo falling out of my stretched out gaping back door, fuck the kid had a huge dick. I was ready for more of it but needed time for my ass hole to recover first. I liked the teenager and wanted to spend a little time with him before we fucked again and he was gone forever. "Hey, want to go get some food," I called from the bathroom, "Dude?" I was alone, probably for the best. I popped a beer and fell asleep on the couch thinking about the thin black boy, the teenage boy who was no longer a virgin. The next morning I woke up early very anxious to get back to the trailer park. I walked the half mile where I had stashed the truck and headed east. The warm sun was cascading over my bare chest and I felt rejuvenated somehow. Was it the sunshine or the fact that I shot my load up a boy's virgin butt? "God I hope he was eighteen." I mumbled to myself. But I did not care, I felt great. I knew the teenager would never tell he had been fucked by another guy. I thought about my boys back at the trailer park and was looking forward to the day I would be making love to a boy who was years away from any signs of puberty. I ate the breakfast burrito I had bought from a roach coach I passed on the way to my truck not wanting to waste time stopping for breakfast. "The sock." I sighed with a huge grin on my face. I felt around just under the seat over the transmission hump. My dick swelled as my fingertips came in contact with dirty soft cotton. It was the sock I had stolen from Hunter and Billy's room. I had no idea if it was Hunter's or Billy's and didn't care. I rubbed the soft sock on my cheek, smelled it and kissed where a boy's toes once hid. I had been careful not to blow my load into the sensual piece of footwear wanting it to hold the boyish essence as long as possible. I slipped my shorts half way down my thighs and tucked the small sock around my balls. With my nuts cuddled in boy foot love I jacked off looking east into the sunrise heading to Scott Walker's trailer life. "It is your turn Jamal!" I gasped as my dick exploded cum soaking my shorts, lost in my imagination. I had made up a game where I imagined a different boy every time I jacked off, this time it was my black sixteen-year-old beauty, Jamal. I delicately slipped the sock from my balls being careful not to get cum on it and stroked the warm fabric on the seat next to me before lifting the sock to my face for a sniff and a kiss. It was time for a new one fresh with boy foot smell I thought, it smelled mostly like my balls now. "Shit." I sighed, pulling my cum soaked shorts back up. I could not believe it was well over a 100? and only the first of May. The heat wave was intense but it meant nearly or completely naked boys hanging around at the trailer park pool. Once I was settled with a new stock of groceries I striped and visited my favorite boy porn sites as I sipped a gin and tonic. After I realized that I had seen them all before and my second drink I logged off, stretched out on the couch and closed m eyes, it was 11:00am. I wanted to jack off but I was exhausted so I just held my half hard dick thinking about one of the videos I had been watching. I would sleep for a few hours and get up in time for the school busses to drop off my boys. I drifted thinking about the last few weeks. I cuddled a pillow to my chest and imagined it was Tommy, sleep took me. "What, who is it?" I stammered, sitting up. It was nothing, I had fallen asleep for a while and it was only 12:45. I rested back down on the couch and slipped my hand around my dick, two more hours of sleep was in order. I pulled and played with my dick as it filled out. There it was again, a soft knocking sound, an acorn from the oak tree on my roof? I pulled the cushion over my head and rolled to my side. "I know you are in there." Tommy sighed as he slid down backwards leaning up against my door. "Tommy?" I fumbled looking for my boxers. I searched my underwear realizing I had not warn any; then I pulled my shorts back on, the dry cum was gross but it did not matter. I jerked my front door open and Tommy fell backwards into my house. He quickly got up and straightened himself out. "What do you want Tommy?" I stuttered. "What do you mean?" Tommy asked, walking into my house. "Why are you here, what do you want and why aren't you in school?" "Freak you Mr. Walker!" Tommy huffed going out my back door, "I don't even want your help!" What just happened? I wanted Tommy so badly and when he shows up at my door I turn into a total ass hole! Why am I so confused, do I know what I want? Was it the smooth black teenager from last night or was I just so exhausted and hung over I could not think straight? One thing I was sure of was that Tommy seemed to need me. I went to regain some composure and found Tommy's backpack on my front porch. I grabbed it and looked out my kitchen window. I expected to find Tommy barricaded in his house but he was sitting on his step crying with his face buried in his hands, my heart melted. I grabbed two Cokes and headed out my back door. "Hey Thomas, I'm sorry." I whispered rubbing the boy's thin dirty arm. "It is just Tommy; Mom did not even give me a whole name." Tommy whimpered, pulling away from me. I sat down about a foot away from the boy and stretched my legs out straight crossing them at my ankles, just like Tommy. I sat one of the Cokes down by him patting his thigh giving it a squeeze before returning my hand to my own lap. He did not object. I stared at my legs next to his and realized how awkward they looked together. God, he was so small, so sexy. "I hate it here." Tommy sighed in a slight whisper. I did not know how to respond; I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him next to me. I hesitated when I realized what I was doing. He resisted but then he sank into my side. I just held him while he cried softly. Shit I nearly cried too. "Mom expects me to do good but I am stupid, I can't do it." Tommy mumbled looking up at me, "Everyone in my class is smarter than me." "That is probably not true, why do you think you are stupid?" "I can't keep up, everyone laughs at me." Tommy whispered looking back down between his legs, "Mom said you would help me, that is why I went to your house, sorry. And now I even forgot my house key!" "There is nothing to be sorry about you just startled me, I was taking a nap." "You're not mad at me" Tommy peeped. "No way am I mad at you Buddy," I smiled, kissing the side of his head, "come on lets drink our Cokes inside where it is cool." We stumbled to our feet bumping into one another causing giggles and smiles from both of us. Tommy followed me into my house chugging his Coke half way down letting out a huge belch. We both laughed as we landed on the couch. I knew he was trying to avoid the obvious question so I just came out and asked it. "You are not stupid, you came here for help, what do you need help with?" I asked taking a huge drink of my Coke. "I can't read so good." Tommy sighed hanging his head "I don't like to do anything in front of people; I can't read out loud in class." "Let me see read something." "What do you mean?" Tommy stuttered nervously. "Read something, anything." I smiled rubbing the boy's arm. Tommy reluctantly pulled his reader from is backpack and opened it at the book mark about a quarter of the way in. "JJJera...my took the bbbb...book and oooo...opned it where...TTT," Tommy stuttered, "I can't do it!" I came in close and stroked his dirty hair from his eyes, he started to cry, not making a sound but tears were flowing from his eyes. "Okay, let's try something else." I smiled scrunching his shoulder in my arm pit. "But I have to read this for school?" "This is a cool book," I said snatching the book, "Zack's Alligator." "I guess, you going to read it?" Tommy giggled. "Let's sing it, you do a sentence and then I do one." I laughed. Problem solved, Tommy calmed down and got silly as we sang the words. His only problem was his stuttering caused by an overwhelming fear of reading in front of people. He did not stutter singing the sentences. And what was weird was he only stuttered when he was reading in front of me or was about to, fuck he was cute! We got more ridiculous and soon we were wrestling, tickling and just plain roughhousing as we sang the book; falsetto, baritone and giggles was our style. I managed to get his shoes, socks and t-shirt off in the process. He just thought it was part of the game. For me it was much more. I tried to hide my growing erection, no luck. Tommy noticed but did not let it stop our game, he just blushed a little. This was it; he knew he was causing my dick to swell! Was he okay with it? "The end!" Tommy sang out, flopping back on the floor. We cuddled together watching cartoons and his closeness was over whelming. But I did not act on my desire to make love to the small boy. My dick was hard and tenting my pants but Tommy only giggled a few time when he would notice and our eyes met. With my arm hanging over his shoulder I softly rubbed his chest. "My mom is home I should go." Tommy sighed giving me a hug before he left. My house felt empty somehow after he left and I had a pain in my gut that would not subside. I wanted him with me. Unfortunately he and his mom were gone for the weekend so I spent my time jacking off thinking about Tommy. God, I was falling hard for the boy. I thought about trying to get Carlos alone knowing he was well versed in man/boy love but his uncle kept him and his cousins on a short leash. I wonder what they did together. "Shit this is fucked up." I groaned sitting at the pool watching the eyes candy pass me by. Monday was much the same, Tommy came over after school. We read together and wrestled around but he seemed even more silly and touchy. Just like before I took his shoes, socks and shirt off in the process. After he left I shoved the biggest dildo I had up my butt and I jacked off. It reminded me of the black teenager from a few days earlier but my thoughts were all about Tommy. Then Tuesday came. "Hey Scott." Tommy beamed as he came into my house without knocking. "How was school." I asked, handing him some juice. "Same as always," Tommy sighed, taking his reader out of his backpack, "can we skip the reading today?" This time Tommy pushed his shoes off with his feet and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. He sat on the floor and lifted one foot in the air. "Socks off." Tommy said with a wicked grin in a deep voice. I attacked his foot with tickles and he let out a shrill giggle. His socks were the same ones he had on the day before and they were saturated with the smell of his sneakers and his feet, I loved it. I kissed his newly freed feet and tickled him everywhere. As usual the touch of his skin caused me to get hard as a rock. As we wrestled together it seemed like he was purposely rubbing up against my dick. After intense roughhousing we rested on the floor together as Tommy flipped through the channels on the TV on his tummy. I messed with his sweat soaked hair and he scrunched up his shoulder giggling when I played with his ear. I rubbed his back with my head resting on his bottom, God it smells amazing there. I thought about slipping his pants off but did not act on my strong desire to eat the boy out. Instead I moved to my side next to him and rubbed his lower back. My fingertips slid just under his waistband but I did not venture further as my hand slid and caressed his back. He shifted rolling over, smiling up at me. I moved his hair from his face again and stroked his cheek looking deeply into his eyes. "Do you want anything Tommy, something to drink?" I asked rubbing his neck and shoulders. He just closed his eyes and my hand drifted further to his chest, over his arms, skipping his crotch and down his legs. This was it, after weeks of watching the boy I was going to make love with him. I closed my eyes and I could still feel my stretched out ass from the night before. Why did I use such a big dildo? I thought about my dick deeply loving Tommy, my sweet little third grader. God, I had been waiting for this. My nose came within a fraction of an inch of his underarm and I took the sensual scent of his boy pit deeply into my lungs. It was like I had no control as my tongue snaked out and I licked his sweaty, soft underarm, he scrunched his arm down and giggled. "Stop it Scott that tickles!" Tommy squealed squirming. I pulled his arm back up and I kissed him deeply centered on the amazing soft skin of his underarm before I gave him a wet raspberry there. The boy was beside himself as I tickled him. My attack subsided and I rubbed his tummy once again. He was out of breath, red and sweaty, I loved it. My heart was pounding and I nearly fainted as my fingers slipped over his waist band playing with the snap that was keeping the rest of him from me. He held his breath. I started rubbing his upper body the full length from his neck to the top of his pants. He started to suck his tummy in as I made my down stroke and my fingers slipped inside of his pants rubbing the worn out elastic of his underwear. Did he want me to go further? If he didn't why did he keep offering me access? After several more passes each time my fingers sliding deeper into his jeans I figured he was ready. He gasped softly as I slipped just the tips of my fingers under the waistband of his underwear. My heart was about to explode as I ventured to the soft skin just inches from his boy treasure. I pulled the snap on his shorts with a quick jerk. Not only did the snap pop open we both snapped out of what we were doing. "I need to get my shirt back on." Tommy stuttered, standing up. "I'm sorry Tommy; I didn't realize what I was doing." I lied, trying to hide my aching hard on. "Do you have any snacks?" Tommy blushed, walking to my refrigerator. God, what had I done? I watched him struggle to slip his too small sweat soaked t-shirt over his head then he fastened the snap of his pants. Why had I gone so fast with him? Shit this was only the third time we were together after school! Tommy got himself an Eskimo-pie and looked around nervously not sure what to do next. What the fuck had I done to this amazing beautiful boy? He went out the back door and sat on his porch. I watched him through the window as he licked the cold treat before it could melt. My heart sank, I never wanted to hurt or scare him. Shit, I loved him from the start! I couldn't tear my eyes away from the boy as he ate his ice cream bar. I could tell he was a million miles away trying to figure out what I had done to him. He was so beautiful sitting there with his pink little tongue working the ice cream. He would glance up at me but then quickly look away. "But I never touched his dick." I whispered to myself. Soon Tommy was sucking on the stick having finished his treat. He tossed it behind a bush and got up. He stared blankly at me as I watched him. What do I do now; do I ask him if he is okay? Of course he is not okay; he had to flee my house! I moved to my back door, took a deep breath and opened it. "Hey Tommy, why don't you come back in it is too hot out here." "That's okay, can you get my stuff for me." Tommy mumbled, "I want to get my shoes back on." "Okay Buddy, I'm sorry if I made you upset." I picked up his dirty, tattered sneakers taking in the boy foot smell they held before slipping his socks into them. Then I put his reader back in his back pack and zipped it up. Hesitantly I went back outside and handed Tommy his shoes setting his back pack down on the porch. He scooted over making room for me to sit down next to him. "My teacher won't let me sing the words." Tommy sighed, smelling his socks before shaking them out. "If you still want me to help you more we can make it easier to read without singing." I whispered. "I guess, maybe." Tommy chirped, seaming to be getting back to normal as he slipped his black and white sneakers back on. "I would like to be your friend, Tommy." Tommy stood and gave me a weird look, a probing look. Then he turned and went down the steps to his walkway but then he stopped. He was just standing there looking off into the distance. My heart started to pound. Fuck this was messed up. "Scott?" "What is it Buddy?" I stammered, swallowing hard. "Why do they call it bad touching?" Tommy said softly, turning his head towards me. "I don't know, I liked it when I was a kid." I hushed honestly as our eyes connected. "Okay, I'm going to the park to see who is there to play with." Tommy smiled slightly. Tommy just gave me a questioning look before he turned and walked off. I watched him start to skip and then he ran around the corner. I knew I should have tried to convince him that I was not touching him in an inappropriate way, shit it was not inappropriate for me. It was just natural to love him. "What the fuck was I thinking?" I huffed, walking back inside of my house. I grabbed a beer, downed a shot of tequila and went into my bedroom to make sure there was nothing there to tie me to my real identity. Another shot before I packed up my lap top and headed to my truck. I figured that I would abandon it at LAX and take a cab back to my house at the beach. But I drove into Palm Springs instead and got a room. After a late dinner I took a shower and went to bed. I tossed and turned through the night. I finally decided to get up just before dawn. I could not get the thought of what I had done out of my head. "What a stupid plan, a trailer park." I huffed to myself as I headed to the interstate. "Shit, the sock!" I pulled the little boys sock from under my seat and rolled my window down. Once again I pressed the soft fabric to my face and loved it before I threw it out into the desert wind. I got on the interstate and headed east back towards the trailer park, not west to LA. "This is a big mistake." I whispered to no one. As I got closer my pulse raced, what was I doing? I pulled into a date palm orchard a short distance away and watched the trailer park come to life and the residence roll off to work. Soon the middle school, then the grade school and finally the high school busses pulled out taking the children to school. I sweated profusely in the desert heat as I watched for any signs of police or unusual activity at the park, nothing. The guys showed up who I hired to install a sliding glass door in my bedroom. Hector met them and they disappeared into the trailer park. I pulled a bottle of water from the ice chest in the back seat and sipped it as I watched May get on the city bus, a late shift again. Had Tommy told her? I was beginning to think things might be okay, she just looked hung over as usual. "What is this, nothing?" I mumbled as I cranked the truck up. I went to town to cool off and grab some lunch. My heart raced when two Sheriffs came in but thankfully they were there for food too. The A/C felt amazing but now I needed to make a decision, back to Malibu or the trailer park. I caught the attention of the Sheriffs as I fumbled for my wallet to pay the bill. One of them gave me a good look before turning his head back to his partner. Thankfully they just resumed their conversation as I made my way out of the café and to my truck. "Okay Mr. Walker lets go." I sighed as I started the truck. It seemed to take forever and my eyes spent more time looking in the rearview mirror than looking out over the road. I passed the guys who were done working on my house for the day. I was thankful that I would not have to deal with them. I pulled under my carport and killed the truck. Sweat was rolling down my temples and I could smell myself. I took a deep breath and opened the truck door. "Amigo," Hector smiled as he walked up to me, "They do good today." "What do you mean?" I stuttered. "The mans work on your house, I let them in just like you ask." Hector smiled proudly, slapping my back. "Thanks Hector, anything else happening around here?" I stammered nervously. "Like what?" Hector questioned. "I don't know anything unusual." "Nothing ever happens here, Amigo." Hector laughed giving my shoulder a squeeze. I didn't really pay attention to Hector as he went on about the boring details of changing the filter pump for the pool and was happy when he finished the beer I had given him and said good bye. I opted to stay in my house and watch the middle school kids' play and romp on their way home. Shortly after I heard the elementary bus pull in and the high pitched squeals and laugher filled the air. I stood back shaking in fear. I could not be seen when Tommy walked by the front of my house, he paid no attention. I moved quickly so I could watch him go into his house from my kitchen window. God, I wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry. After he went into his house he turned and our eyes met when he was closing his front door. He paused for a minute giving me a strange look, a questioning look and then he closed the door and disappeared inside. "God, I am so sorry Tommy." I whispered to myself. Nervously I stared at the TV not paying any attention to what was on. I knew I should get the fuck out of there but it was like I couldn't force myself to go. Then there was a hard knock on my front door causing my heart to pound and sweat to drench my shirt. Was this it, the police? "Het Scott, you in there?" Juan called through my door, "Why is the door locked?" "Just a second." I called back pulling myself together. I opened the door and the slender teenager pushed past me going right for my refrigerator. He pulled out some salami, cheese and of course a beer. Dressed only in low hanging board shorts Juan plopped down on the couch and turned Ellen on, a strange choice for a sixteen-year-old boy. I got a beer for myself and sat next to him. Maybe he knows if anything is going on, if anyone is looking for me. He scooted right up into me as he smacked and chewed his snack. His skin was soft and warm and sweat formed where we were touching. Even with everything going of my dick stirred at his touch. I watched his neck as he drank and you could hardly see his Addams apple bob. He swiped the back of his hand across his lips and then put it on my thigh. What was with this kid? He finished his beer and squeezed the can. Then he squeezed my thigh before getting up to toss the empty and wash his hands. God, he had a cute butt. "I'm going to the pool, you comin'?" Juan smiled leaning back against my kitchen counter. "I don't know, maybe later." I sighed. "It will cool you off, Dude." Juan chirped pulling up on his shorts. As Juan pulled his shorts up before they fell off; I watched the small patch of soft black curls disappear into the waist band. I could clearly see the cute bulge his dick was making. He slipped his hand into his shorts and adjusted his budding boyhood, pulling it a little. My stare must have been intense, our eyes met and we both blushed and smiled. Juan pulled his hand from his junk and walked out without a word, just a sly smile. "See you there Juan!" I called after the boy as he disappeared out of my house. I sat back down on the couch after making myself another gin and tonic. I watched Ellen not really paying much attention to it. I wanted a boy so badly it was fogging my better judgment to flee. I was trying to figure out a way to get Carlos away from his Uncle and play with him again. I knew I was there to find love but I needed sex too, Carlos was well versed in being loved and even though he was not the one for me he would do. "Hi Scott, can I come in?" Tommy peeped from my cracked open kitchen window. I swallow hard searching his eyes for a clue as to what he wanted. Although he looked confused he did not seem afraid and after all he came to me. I decided that if he has questions I would answer them honestly. I perked up a forced warm smile. I nodded to the boy peering through my kitchen window to come in but he just stared at me. "Hey Tommy, come on in," I beamed as if nothing was wrong, "want something to drink?" Smiling Tommy walked in. He had on a sexy tight tank-top with a big red stain, I figured ketchup. The shorts he had on were loose fitting and like most of his stuff dirty. He was barefoot and I loved the way his feet seemed to be growing faster than his body. His toenails needed to be trimmed and I hoped I would be the one loving his feet and trimming his nails, like that was going to happen! He helped himself to a Coke and came over and sat on the far end of the couch from me. I flipped through the channels trying to find something more appropriate for a third grader. He perked up when I came across Agent Cody Banks. "Scott, can I ask you about something?" Tommy squeaked shyly not letting his eyes leave the TV screen. "Sure, anything." I whispered not quite ready to explain about me. "There is this kid at school," Tommy belched a little Coke giggling; "he always picks on me and calls me names. Today he pushed me down." "Why don't you tell the teacher?" I asked confused. "It would just make things worse." Tommy sighed. "Should I punch him, I know he could beat me up but he makes me so mad!" "I don't know Buddy, hitting someone is serious and you could get in a lot of trouble." Once again I had a stupid response; of course I wanted Tommy to beat the shit out of the kid. Shit, I wanted to beat the kid up myself! But this was not about the kid or how much I wanted to protect Tommy. Still not looking at me Tommy started channel surfing. "I like this cartoon, can I watch it?" Tommy sighed changing the subject. Tommy curled up on his side and his toes slipped behind my back as he stared at the TV. I just let him rest into my couch resisting the need to touch him, love him. He kept pushing his feet further behind my back stretching out. As Tommy watched the cartoons I watched Tommy. I followed the curve of his shin the roundness of his knee cap up his creamy thigh until his supple little leg disappeared into his shorts. There was about two inches of bare skin showing above his shorts as his tank-top hiked up. His tummy rose and fell as he gently took in air. My eyes followed his round shoulder down his arm and watched him loosely hold the remote. His fingernails showed signs of chewing and there was dirt under the little bit that was there. I wanted to suck and kiss each of his fingers and could not tear my eyes away except to move them to the small mound in the front of his shorts. I knew it was just loose fabric bunched up but I knew his precious little boyhood was hiding beneath. "What?" Tommy giggled, rolling to his back. Oh, sorry. I was just kind of daydreaming." I stuttered turning my gaze to the TV. "That's okay, I'm kinda board too." Tommy sighed putting his feet into my lap. Tommy started to rub my stomach with his toes causing my heart to race. God, I had to touch him just a little. Not wanting to interrupt his toes that were rubbing me I gently took his other foot and ever so softly massaged it. What did this kid want? Was he driving me crazy on purpose? Tommy was staring at the ceiling and I was staring up the leg of his shorts as far as I could. "We had a substitute teacher today, he was nice." Tommy said out of nowhere. "I liked the way he helped me with my math problem and he smelled spicy." "That's cool but you are good at math aren't you?" "I guess. He rubbed my back while he helped me." Tommy was not so good at sitting still and the heal of his left foot found my painfully hard dick. He froze for a moment stopping in mid sentence. Then he pulled both his feet from my lap and stood up. "I have to take a leak." Tommy smiled as he walked to my bathroom. My heart sank as I watched his cute little bottom bob side to side as he walked to the bathroom. I figured that was all I was going to get from him, a five minute foot massage. At least I didn't do anything else to the boy causing him to run like before. "One of the girls wet her pants today and everyone laughed." Tommy yelled from the bathroom. "Poor thing, she must have been embarrassed." I yelled back. "I didn't laugh, she's my friend." Tommy said proudly emerging from the bathroom no longer wearing the tight tank-top. "You are amazing Tommy." I sighed genuinely, staring at the beautiful sexy boy. "I just never like to make my friends feel bad." Tommy said staring into my eyes. "It's okay for friends to make each other feel good isn't it?" "You are a smart and sweet boy, Tommy." I was not sure where he was going with this but his little wheels were turning. I was surprised when he sat back down on the couch and stared blankly at the TV. As we sat there I felt weird, uncomfortable. Another cartoon came on and we both relaxed a little with the distraction. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Tommy's legs start to swing a little as he rocked watching the colorful images dance on the screen. Then more commercials came on. "Scott?" Tommy whispered turning his gaze to me. "What is it, Buddy?" "Are we really friends, friends who don't hurt each other?" "Of course we are, I really like you, why?" "I don't know, I like you too." Tommy rolled to his back and put his head on my thigh. I looked down at the small boy and we smiled at each other. I looked into his eyes, beautiful green with stark white whites. Fuck he was so, so perfect! My heart pounded as he rubbed his own chest smiling up at me. Then he took my hand and brought it to his bare chest and closed his eyes. The heat coming off the small child was intense and erotic. I was not sure what to do but he clearly wanted me to rub on him. So I did, very gently avoiding his lower tummy and waist. My dick drooled as I enjoyed the sexy smell coming from the kid who was resting his head on my thigh, offering himself to me. When I moved his long hair from his face a little he smiled and looked at me. "I'm glad we are friends, Scott," Tommy whispered, "I like you rubbing my chest and tummy; you can rub me further down if you like." Okay this was it! I felt every supple detail of his skin and my fingertips gently explored Tommy's torso. They dip into the softness below his ribs, the small tight indent of his belly button, the dip just below that disappeared into his shorts. I wanted so badly to explore his boyhood and see what he kept hidden from me, but I held back. Just like the other day I brushed my fingers over the waistband of his shorts. My hand traveled up his side, under his arm and I caressed his smooth cheek. He smiled and sighed. On my journey back down his chest I stopped to roll his nipples. God, they were tiny and just a little pink. When I got no reaction from Tommy I made large circles on his tummy. Once again he sucked it in exposing creamy white skin that had never seen the sun. I played lightly in his in his belly button causing him to squirm and giggle. Then I rubbed under his waist band pushing my fingers further and further. Was he wearing underwear? It was clear that Tommy liked what I was doing but I needed better access. With both hands I reached for the snap on his shorts. This time I released it slowly without jerking. "Are you okay, do you want me to rub you lower?" I hesitantly asked. Tommy just shrugged his shoulder and his pink tongue swept across his lips. I gently undid his pants and lowered the zipper. Tommy held his breath. I was right, he did not have any underwear on and he was so beautiful, white as snow where the sunlight never saw his skin. I swallowed hard and started rubbing his chest again, and then both of us relaxed into the couch. His pink lips were parted slightly and he held his eyes closed as I sensually caressed his small body. This time when I slipped my hand gently down his body and entered his pants I spread them open and fished his little tool out of hiding. I nearly blew my load when I discovered he was not cut. As I rolled his small pink tube it came alive easily filling out. It was actually fatter than I imagined but after all, the only boy dick I has touched before was Carlos's. Once again he held his breath. Having made him nice and hard my hand continued to rub softly as I explored his tummy and chest. I rubbed the length of each of his arms. He just laid there, pants gaping wide open and his little dink standing straight up. I really wanted to lean over him and take his sweet little meat into my mouth and tongue his foreskin, but one step at a time. I slid both hands down his warm sides latched under the waist band of his shorts, I pushed and Tommy lifted his rump. He worked them off the rest of the way once I got them past his knees. I sat back and just ate the boy up with my eyes. Tommy should always be naked with a sprouting boner. I could tell he was scared and nervous about being completely naked. I really wanted him to relax, but shit I was nervous as shit too! I rolled his foreskin back and a dark red mushroom appeared, Tommy moaned as I stroked his pole popping his wonderful knob in and out. He was nice and moist under his foreskin and the glistening tip was making me crazy. I needed to cum but not now, not in front of Tommy. At least not yet, I would need to have a talk with him first so I did not frighten the boy. After about fifteen minutes there wasn't an inch of him I had not loved, at least on his front side. "Roll over, Buddy." I whispered. Tommy opened his questioning eyes, shrugged his shoulders and rolled onto his tummy. He squirmed around until he was comfortable and watched cartoons as I rubbed his back. He was just as amazing from this point of view. His bottom was even whiter than his front and his plump butt cheeks were delicious looking, one day I would feast on them. He clinched when I rubbed his back side but with ample squeezing and caressing he relaxed. I started pushing my finger in his crack reaching further and further down, deeper each time. Finally my mid finger hit his tacky tight pucker and I pushed at it. He squirmed and clinched. I pulled my hand back and paused to sniff my finger that held the scent his most secret passage. Tommy didn't ask about what I had done to his butt. He rolled over quickly to his back and smiled up at me. His erection was all but gone and then he grabbed my hand and led it to his dick. Then he released my hand and closed his eyes again. I was more than happy to accommodate. Shit I could love on Tommy for days and never get tired of it. Suddenly he jumped and fell off the couch when we heard some squeaky brakes outside. "The bus, my Mom is back!" Tommy panicked, pulling his shorts back on. "Tommy careful with the zipper." Tears were streaming from his eyes and I could tell he was afraid, really afraid. I pulled him to me and hugged him. He hugged back hard. "It's okay sweetie, it's okay." I hushed stroking the side of his head. Tommy released me and stepped back wiping the tears and sniffling snot back up his nose. Then he kind of giggled and smiled at me. "I'll just go to the playground after she walks by." "Come here, Kiddo." I squatted, pulled Tommy to me and kissed the side of his head. Tommy gave me a little hug and pulled away. Then he sat on his knees backward on my couch and looked out the window. He ducked when his mother walked by and then went to the front door. "Scott?" Tommy asked slyly looking over his shoulder at me. "What is it, Buddy?" I sighed. "I don't get it; I still don't get why they call it bad touching." I had no response as I watched the little redheaded third grader slip out my front door. I was not sure how I should feel. Did Tommy like me or just the attention I was giving him? Had I fucked up or was this the beginning of something amazing? Hash I know it has been a while but I got some amazing feedback from the last chapter. I would love to hear more both from those who have already written and hopefully from some new folks. This is a hard story to write, in real life I was the boy and have wondered how the man who made love to me really felt. This is my best attempt to fill in the blanks.